Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 29 Second Senior Brother, Goodbye
Zhang Yang and Zhu Wuneng fought for hundreds of rounds in a blink of an eye, but they were still evenly matched. Fortunately, Zhang Yang said that fighting Zhu Wuneng was only for honing his combat experience and martial arts skills.

On the other hand, Zhu Wuneng was a little overwhelmed, his forehead began to sweat, and his face turned slightly pale. It was obvious that he consumed a lot of mana, which showed that the middle-grade Xiantian Lingbao was not so easy to use.

"How can this bastard be so powerful!" Although Chang'e saw Zhang Yang displaying supreme skills and showing a little bit of the truth from time to time, which made her suddenly enlightened and benefited a lot, she was still upset and pouted. Feel nasty.

"Grandma has a leg, is there any reason? In terms of Lingbao, the old pig is better than him. In terms of cultivation, the two of us are about the same. I am exhausted for the old pig. This gourd Taoist seems to be okay." Seeing Zhang Yang moving with the wind, his clothes fluttering, as if taking a walk in the garden, no matter how Zhu Bajie attacked, Zhang Yang deftly resolved it, Zhu Bajie felt depressed and aggrieved.

"No, I have to beat him down for whatever I say today, and I can't embarrass myself in front of Chang'e." Thinking of Chang'e watching from behind, Zhu Wuneng felt a surge of energy in his heart, full of motivation, and secretly made up his mind. The killer feature.

Turning his eyes, Zhu Wuneng suddenly activated the nine-toothed rake to emit thousands of silver lights, a huge force pushed the shock back, and flew back tens of meters away with the nine-toothed rake.

"Taoist Gourd, Laozhu knows you are powerful, but Laozhu is not a vegetarian." Zhu Bajie's eyes showed silver light, and he pushed the middle-grade Xiantian Lingbao to his chest, with a proud expression on his face: "Let me see you today." My old pig's magical skills can rake down nine days!"

With a loud roar, Zhu Bajie suddenly threw the nine-toothed rake into the sky. The nine-toothed rake was good at facing the wind, and instantly turned into dozens of feet, and the dazzling silver light rushed straight to the sun.

boom!
The bright moon hanging high in the sky, as if being summoned by some kind, spewed out the moonlight in an uproar, and gathered it on the nine-toothed nail rake of the Xiantian Lingbao, making its silver light even more brilliant. Everyone can see it for real.

Thousands of miles away.

On an unnamed mountain top, sat three Taoist priests in silver robes. The three of them had powerful auras, two half-step golden immortals, and one late-stage immortal.

At this time, they were facing the bright moon in the sky, their mouths were open, and they were devouring the power of the moonlight between the sky and the earth. As if sensing something, the three of them suddenly opened their eyes, the silver light flickered, showing surprise, and their eyes turned to the soaring silver in the sky. column.

"Huh? The power of the sun is leaking out, it's not good! If a clansman is in danger, let's help quickly." The expressions of the three changed drastically, they looked at each other, stood up quickly, turned into three silver lights and went straight to the scene of the accident. ． ． ． ． ．
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Absorbing the endless power of Yuehua, the nine-toothed rake was startled and slammed towards Zhang Yang.

"Second Senior Brother, are you serious?" Zhang Yang looked at the huge nine-toothed rake on top of Mount Tai, his face changed drastically, his heart was solemn, and he shouted at Zhu Wuneng.

"Huh? It can actually attract the power of the sun. What kind of spiritual treasure is this?" Chang'e was surprised, looking at the huge nine-toothed rake blooming in silver light in the sky, her eyebrows were tightly frowned, showing a look of surprise.

But when she saw Zhang Yang's complexion changed drastically, she felt relieved for a while, her big bright eyes were bent into crescent moons, and she waved her small fist fiercely and said: "Beat him, beat him hard..."

"Second senior brother? Bah! Who is your second senior brother? Lao Zhu doesn't have a master, so where is his junior brother? It's too late to beg for mercy now!" Zhu Wuneng snorted coldly, looking at Zhang Yang with a smug face.

"Begging for mercy?" Zhang Yang rolled his eyes, a little speechless, this guy feels too good about himself, the fight is not over yet, he thinks he has won.

"Worthy of being a middle-grade innate spirit treasure, this power is really not covered!" Zhang Yang touched his chin, his eyes were shining, and he stared at the nine-toothed rake in the sky. He was very happy, and another spirit treasure came to the door .

"In such a situation, if you haven't come up with a more advanced innate spirit treasure, are you at your wit's end this time?! Let you bully me!" Chang'e looked at Zhang Yang still indifferently, her heart was filled with excitement, as if she saw Zhang Yang being beaten to death. The shape of a pig's head.

"If you deliver it to your door, then I will not be polite."

Xiexie smiled, and when the nine-toothed rake was still three meters away from Zhang Yang, the breath of his whole body exploded, and a dazzling golden light shot up into the sky, shining on the nine-toothed rake that covered the sky and the sun in an instant.

"Supernatural light?" Chang'e was stunned, and then looked at Zhang Yang contemptuously. Using supernatural powers to innate spiritual treasures, this calabash Taoist is no different from courting death, looking at Zhang Yang as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Uh, the light of supernatural powers?"

Zhu Wuneng was stunned. He thought that Zhang Yang would take out a middle-grade Xiantian spirit treasure, but unexpectedly, it only emitted a golden light. He immediately sneered and said, "Haha, Taoist Gourd, you actually want to use supernatural powers to block my middle-grade Xiantian spirit treasure? You real......"

Before Zhu Wuneng could finish his words, his sneering face froze instantly, and the eyes of the two bitches suddenly widened, their faces filled with disbelief, and they stammered, "This...this...how is it possible?"

With a flash of golden light, the nine-toothed rake disappeared in an instant, and when it reappeared, it had turned into its usual size. Zhang Yang held it in his hand and kept playing with it, as if he couldn't put it down.

Zhang Yang's number one supernatural power to win the treasure, the divine light, can be taken if it is a treasure, but it is not covered. This is Zhang Yang's saving face for Zhu Wuneng. He just took away the nine-toothed nail rake, but did not erase the imprint of the primordial spirit inside, otherwise Zhu Wuneng Not only exclaimed, but was already backlashed by Lingbao.

"What?" Chang'e exclaimed, her tender body trembled, her wonderful eyes widened instantly, her cherry lips parted, and her face was full of horror, as if seeing the most incredible thing in the world.

"Thank you, Second Senior Brother, for your understanding. I know that I don't have a good spirit treasure, so I sent it specially, so I won't be polite." Zhang Yang looked at Zhu Wuneng with a smile, his face full of gratitude.

"Who is willing to give it to you?" Zhu Wuneng almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, with a dark face, and did not speak to Zhang Yang, pinched the seal with both hands, and directly hooked the seal of the soul of the nine-toothed rake, wanting to take it back.

Buzz!
Called by Zhu Wuneng, the nine-toothed rake in Zhang Yang's hand shone with dazzling silver light, trembling violently, trying to break free from Zhang Yang's palm.

"It's so easy to go back to the thing in my hand?" Sneered, Zhang Yang raised his hand, and once again issued a divine light to suppress the impotent Yuanshen imprint of the pig in the nine-toothed rake, as if meeting a natural nemesis , the nine-toothed rake just trembled a few times, then the divine light was introverted, and it became quiet.

"Impossible!" The power of communication was interrupted in an instant, Zhu Wuneng's face changed, pale as paper, this nine-tooth nail rake was very important to him, and he let out a scream like killing a pig, and rushed towards the Zhang Yang: "Give me back the rake, give me back the rake..."

"En? What kind of divine light is this? It can actually hinder the connection between Yuanshen and Lingbao?" Chang'e, who was next to her, had a gloomy face. She originally wanted to use Zhu's incompetent hand to teach a disciple, Taoist Gourd, but she didn't expect Frustrated one after another, this gourd Taoist is really evil.

"Is this the way to forget it?" Chang'e showed a look of unwillingness, thinking of Zhang Yang touching her little hand and putting her arms around her slender waist, she felt angry all over her heart.

"No, I have to show the color of Taoist Hulu, otherwise this girl won't be able to swallow this breath!" Chang'e's two big eyes flickered, and she waved her small fist viciously, and began to think of ways to deal with Zhang Yang.

"Return your Lingbao? How can there be such a good thing?" Seeing Zhu Wuneng rushing over like crazy, Zhang Yang sneered, his body swayed, and turned into an afterimage, coming behind Zhu Wuneng, using the power of transformation, With a sudden kick, it broke the pig's incompetent protective mana, and kicked him on the ass.

boom!
Before Zhu Wuneng understood what was going on, he felt a pain in his buttocks, and a strong force came from him, which instantly dissipated the magic power in his body. Zhu Wuneng's body trembled, and he flew into the sky in an instant, flying into the distance.

"Ah, Taoist Calabash, my old pig will come back..." A scream came from the sky, and it got farther and farther away, until it finally turned into a black spot and disappeared into the sky. ． ． ． ． ．

"Second senior brother, goodbye!" Seeing Zhu Wuneng flying into the distance, Zhang Yang laughed, waved at him, and put away the nine-tooth rake of the Zhongpin Xiantian Lingbao.

Just when he was about to turn around, Zhang Yang felt a numbness in his back, a huge chill spread all over Zhang Yang's body, and it turned into an ice sculpture in the blink of an eye. ． ． ． ． ．

(End of this chapter)