Divine Doctor with Super Vision

Although Master Wu Ti was shocked on his face, he slowly affirmed an idea in his heart. Maybe this strong man with cheeks, like himself, was not his real face. After thinking about this, Master Wu Ti was happy in his heart.

The strong man on his cheek coughed softly and said, "are you sure you can see my real strength? And the friars in the three realms are mole ants? With such a mind, no wonder your cultivation can only stay at the king of hell. He glanced at the king of five senses and shook his head slightly.

In the six realms and above, the strength of each stage will vary greatly, otherwise he doesn't have to bear it for so long before.

"I think this method is feasible. No matter what reason, whether intentional or unintentional, a small monk in the three realms dares to challenge the majesty of our ten halls of hell. It is a dead end." King Qin Guang said.

The king of Biancheng echoed, "I have no opinion."

The bearded man in the center of the storm still looked at the five yamas in front of him.

It can be seen that in the ten halls of hell, the relationship between the king of facial features and the king of hell is the best. The two people can be regarded as good people in a sense. King Bian Cheng and King Qin Guang belong to the kind of wall grass type, just trying not to cause trouble. While emperor song is rampant. It can be seen that there are his allies or helpers in the ten halls of hell. As for the Runner King and the king of equality, they belong to the kind of real high People do not care about the world and do not make moves at will, but they definitely belong to the ranks of terror.

"Do you want to judge me like this? I don't think it's too childish."

The strong man with cheeks stepped forward, and his momentum was no worse than that of the five Yan Luo present. Even Ning unparalleled could feel a strong sense of oppression.

How could it be! I'm a friar of the five realms! And he's a friar of the three realms! How could he have such a powerful momentum! Who is a friar of the three realms and who is a friar of the five realms? Ning Wushuang was shocked.

Momentum is an invisible force. Many practitioners don't even touch the threshold of momentum, let alone have momentum. If ordinary people master certain authority, they can develop momentum over the years.

Friars are somewhat similar. Only when he has always had the power to kill other friars, can he slowly develop his momentum.

But the monk's momentum is more mysterious. He is also closely related to his cultivation skills, the strength of cultivation and spiritual power.

Of course, the strength of the so-called momentum is shown by comparison. If you are weak, you will feel that you are strong in dealing with momentum.

What Ning Wushuang feels at the moment is this gap.

"The momentum is good. Unfortunately, you are just a monk in the three realms. One move is enough to kill you!" emperor song sneered.

The bearded man immediately smiled and said, "since you are so confident in yourself, let's gamble and kill me. If I'm still alive, how about giving me a hundred million?"

Emperor song was stunned. What kind of game is this? One move is worth 100 million? Is his move too valuable, or is the life of a strong man with cheeks too valuable?

King Qin Guang coaxed, "emperor song, don't you have a move to take the life of a monk in the three realms? Or because you don't have money? You can borrow from me if you don't have money. It's always no problem to borrow $1.8 billion."

Emperor song's face looked ugly. At the moment, it was difficult for him to ride a tiger.

Among the crowd, bursts of incredible sounds broke out.

"Is this man crazy about money? That's the emperor of Song Dynasty and the great friar of six territories! Don't say 100 million for one move. Even if one move is one billion, if people die, they can't take anything away."

"Yes, and he's only three realms. His accomplishments are lower than mine. I'm not sure of taking the half move of the emperor of the Song Dynasty. He's good. He wants money directly instead of life."

"There are all kinds of people these days!"

The bearded man just smiled and looked provocatively at the king of the Song Dynasty and said, "why, the king of the Song Dynasty, one of the top ten yamas, is also afraid?"

"Adoptive father, why don't you let the child do it?" Ning Wushuang said.

He thinks that his accomplishments in five areas are enough to crush a strong man. Even if one move can't take his life, he will die within ten moves. At that time, when people die, money naturally doesn't count.

"No, I will meet him myself!"

The emperor of the Song Dynasty stepped out with his right foot, only half of which was stepped out, and the surrounding air condensed, like falling into ice, which made the people in it very uncomfortable.

"You step back first."

The bearded strong man separated Duan Qingyun and Master Wu ti. It was a completely different existence.

"Be careful yourself, but don't be brave. If you really can't take it, admit defeat, and at least you can live." Duan Qingyun told him.

"Joke, my eldest brother, isn't he the kind of person who is easy to lose? Look, the emperor of song must have no way to take my eldest brother." Master Wu Ti was not worried at the moment.

The right foot of the emperor of the Song Dynasty did not fall, but gradually condensed into an invisible potential.

His move has a famous name. It's called mountain step.

When his feet are about to fall, it will form an invisible and powerful potential, which will condense into an invisible mountain, as if a mountain was formed under his feet, and those who are hostile to him are at the bottom of the mountain.

If the strength is poor, the body will be directly crushed.

The emperor of song felt a little bad. It is reasonable that the monks under the four borders could not escape the end of death in the face of his foot, but the strong man with cheeks looked calm and was not affected at all.

"Is this your first move? Then I'll start counting money!"

The strong man on his cheeks whispered with some sarcasm.

"Emperor song, this is your famous and unique skill. Should it be a move?" said the king of facial features faintly.

Emperor song's face changed slightly and said with a sneer, "I haven't completely stepped down yet!"

"Press me!"

The emperor of the Song Dynasty drank deeply, his right foot gradually fell, the surrounding air condensed instantly, and the stones on the ground were directly crushed.

It is magnificent and shocking.

"Is this the real strength of the ten halls of hell? It's really terrible. It's like a ghost and a God. It can't compete at all!"

Some people look back and forth, deeply afraid that they will be affected. Even if the distance is a little far away, they can feel that the space there seems to be compressed enough to crush everything.

The strong man on his cheeks did not move, and even sneered: "emperor song, is this your strength? It's so weak! If it's like this, I'll take this 100 million."

How is that possible? Ning Wushuang couldn't believe the immediate results. Naturally, he knew that his adoptive father was strong in stepping down the mountain. Even he couldn't be so light, but this strong man with cheeks did it. It's incredible.

The emperor of the Song Dynasty frowned slightly and no longer accumulated strength. He stepped on his right foot directly. With the toe on the ground, the space was compressed to the extreme, and there was a loud explosion directly, like the sound of a saw cutting things. It was very hoarse and ugly.