Bad Boy Cultivation in Another World: The Merry Immortal

With a wave of his right hand, Ye Ning incorporated the sarcophagus into the storage ring. 【 】He did not examine the sarcophagus carefully, which he believed to be genuine.If Xing Chenzi could manipulate the treasures left by the Chaos God Lord, he wouldn't be so embarrassingly chased by him.He made a way out and said with a cold face: "Xing Chenzi, you can go!"

Xing Chenzi's eyes were fierce, and he walked away from Ye Ning unwillingly.Just as he was about to fly away, suddenly, there was a carefree voice in his ear: "What? Want to leave so easily? He agreed, but I didn't!"

"You!" Xing Chenzi turned his head to look at Ye Ning, and said, "You turned your back on what you said?!"

Ye Ning shrugged helplessly and said: "No way, he is a senior brother, I can't order him. Xing Chenzi, please ask for blessings."

"Hmph, do you think that only one person can keep the deity?"

Sang Zhangxiang smiled and said, "Don't believe me? You can try."

In normal times, Sang Zhangxiang would never be able to keep Xing Chenzi alone, but at this time, Xing Chenzi lost an arm and used the method of blood escape many times, his physical body became even weaker. This was his weakest moment !And Sang Zhangxiang, with Ye Ning on the sidelines to supervise the battle, has no worries about the future. Under the ups and downs, he is absolutely my hope of winning.

"Hmph." Xing Chenzi knew that it would be useless to talk too much, so he immediately sacrificed his primordial spirit, wrapped in the heart of the low-grade holy weapon Xingchen, and attacked Sang Zhangxiang.

Well done!

The Xiaoyao fan flew out, and there were dozens of purple lights mixed with countless golden lights, rolling towards Xing Chenzi overwhelmingly!This is an absolute powerful force, without any tricks.At this time, Xing Chenzi was exhausted, and the only way to decide the outcome was to face head-to-head.

Canopy!

Canopy!

Canopy!

……

With every impact, Xing Chenzi screamed and screamed again and again.In the fan bone of the Xiaoyao fan, the blood willow wood has been refined, and the god contains the "swallowing" magic circle. At this time, every impact is constantly devouring Xing Chenzi's primordial spirit, nourishing the fan bone.After a thousand times, Xing Chenzi's Yuanshen Dharma has faded into a thin layer of shadow, which may collapse into the air at any time.

Sang Zhangxiang laughed loudly, and said, "Xingchenzi, do you believe that a gust of wind blows you away?"

Xing Chenzi was so frightened that he hurried back into his physical body.At this moment, he had no way to escape, his face turned pale, and he said pitifully, "You two, can you..."

"Impossible!" Sang Zhangxiang yelled, followed by a flick of his right hand, and a red lotus fire wrapped around Xing Chenzi's body.If it was in his heyday, although he was a bit afraid of Honglian Yehuo, he would definitely not be as powerless as he is now.

It is worthy of being the third red lotus fire next to the different fire!

After a cup of tea, Xing Chenzi's body was reduced to ashes, and the extremely weak primordial spirit fled into the air, wanting to escape.

"Break the air!" Sang Zhangxiang waved the Xiaoyao fan lightly, and a slick flow passed through the void in front of him, and Xing Chenzi's primordial spirit appeared immediately.

It turned out to be a piercing magic circle that can block teleportation!

Xing Chenzi was weeping, and was absorbed into the void formed by Xiaoyao Fan itself.No matter where you put the primordial spirit of the Venerable, it is a good thing.For Sang Zhangxiang, the easiest thing is to erase his mind and use it to make alchemy.He smiled playfully, picked up the storage bag that fell on the ground, and said to Ye Ning: "Here, Xiao Ningzi, next, the Venerable's storage bag must be quite a lot."