Fantasy: Start Rewarding 100 Consecutive Draws

The male monk had no power, no one to protect him, and was forced to almost commit suicide.

He wanted to slaughter this black-haired fat pig, but the other party had status and background, while he had nothing, and his parents and relatives were still alive, so he could only show his will by death.

Anyone with a bit of a brain can tell that Tang Jing is old and ugly, and he doesn't look like a human being. Even if the male cultivator is killed, it is impossible to peek at the bath.

However, Tang Jing's tricks were so clever that the male cultivator almost committed suicide so abruptly.

If it weren't for the denunciation of many disciples, it is estimated that even if the male cultivator jumped into the Yellow River, he would not be able to clean up.

I have to say that Tang Jing is really disgusting, but what is even more frightening is that there are countless other cancers supporting her behind her.

It can only be said that the world is dark, and justice has no room for survival.

"Sure enough, you are old, ugly and fat. You are not as good-looking as a pig. In fact, it is normal. How can those with good facial features be called cancer? People have a happy life. You are happy, you have kind elders, generous and honest peers, and lovely juniors, you are happy every day, so how come you come out to fight?"

Lu Chuan murmured, a cruel smile gradually appeared on his face.

The most suitable way for this kind of shameless, mean, and despicable cousin cancer is to cut her into pieces.

Rich spiritual energy poured into the Xuanguang Sword, and a layer of faint white brilliance began to flicker.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Chuan rushed to Tang Jing in an instant.

Pooh!

Pooh!

Pooh!

One sword after another, the terrifying power fell directly on the body.

I thought that such a thing could be killed with just a few hits, but Lu Chuan was wrong.

This Tang Jing's skin was as thick as a city wall, no matter how hard Lu Chuan tried, he only broke a tiny hole.

"Brother Lu, be careful. This Tang Jing has a very thick skin. She was attacked by hundreds of people and couldn't hurt her at all."

Seeing that Lu Chuan had a disagreement, he made a move, and Xia Tian next to him immediately followed up to help.

However, this Tang Jing's skin was too thick, and Lu Chuan and Xia Tian couldn't completely tear it apart.

"No, not only is she thick-skinned, she is also extremely resilient!"

Lu Chuan yelled angrily, he realized something was wrong.

The sharpness of the Xuanguang Sword can cut through the flesh of a cultivator at the stage of transforming gods. No matter how thick-skinned Tang Jing is, it is impossible for him to temper his body beyond the stage of transforming gods during the Qi refining stage.

Lu Chuan stared at Tang Jing intently, and finally found the clue.

In Tang Jing's wound, a white disgusting mucus seeped out.

It was precisely because these mucus were constantly repairing Tang Jing's wounds that she was so difficult to deal with.

"This is something called long-term protection oil, which is refined from the worst qualities in human nature, such as greed, shamelessness, meanness, and vulgarity. Oh, by the way, it must be the elder who protected Tang Jing. Others People's elders are normal people, they don't have so many lowly and bad qualities, and they can't refine such disgusting things."

Xia Tian exhaled deeply, looking at his constipated expression, he was obviously disgusted.

"Hahaha! You two still want to kill me? Daydreaming!"

Tang Jing laughed wildly three times, that ferocious expression was as terrifying as a ghost.

And her current appearance is hundreds of times more disgusting than the dung sea madmaggot.

"What's the matter? It can't be moved at all!"

Xia Tian is also very depressed, encountering such a thing, there is really nothing to do.

"You stop her first, I'll think of a way!"

Lu Chuan took a few steps back, and then took out a low-grade spirit stone from the empty ring.

This is what he got after killing Mr. Huoyan. After all, he is the number one person in Nanzhou, and he has a lot of good things on him.

Among other things, the middle-grade spirit stones alone cost hundreds of dollars.

The exchange ratio between low-grade spirit stones and middle-grade spirit stones is a thousand times. Although the amount of spirit energy inside is similar, the quality has been greatly improved.

If it is sold on the black market, one middle-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for thirteen hundred low-grade spirit stones at worst.

If you meet someone who is not short of money, fifteen hundred yuan is also possible.

The rich aura was drawn out and condensed on the Xuanguang Sword.

This is developed by Lu Chuan through the vitality bullet learned from Kakarot Sun Wukong, and the name is Yuanqi Zhan.

The principle is similar to the vitality bullet, but the vitality bullet is smashing, while Lu Chuan's is chopping.

The former is suitable for large-scale blasting. When a vitality bomb is dropped, it will be turned into powder within a few hundred meters.

The latter is chopping, suitable for breaking through.

Even a cultivator at the stage of transforming spirits couldn't hold back a slash of vitality.

However, although this trick is very powerful, it also has many shortcomings.

The first is that the consumption of spiritual energy is extremely huge. Even the rich spiritual energy in Lu Chuan's body cannot withstand a single extraction of vitality.

The second is that it takes a long time to accumulate power, the worst is one breath, and there is no upper limit for the longest time, it depends on whether Lu Chuan's body and magic weapon can bear it.

"not good!"

Lu Chuan's actions caught Tang Jing's attention, especially the extremely terrifying aura fluctuations, which made her feel a sense of fear from the bottom of her heart.

Such terrifying power, once it falls on the body, even with the protection of long-term protection oil, it will die.

Rao is as thick-skinned as a city wall, but she is still afraid when she should be afraid.

She regrets a little now, not for what she did before, but for provoking Lu Chuan.

Bad guys are never remorseful, they're just scared.

"No! You have to stop him!"

The perceived danger from Lu Chuan was getting stronger and stronger, making Tang Jing's boar-like body tremble uncontrollably.

If Lu Chuan is not stopped quickly, Lu Chuan will attack within ten breaths at most.

Thinking of this, Tang Jing didn't dare to neglect in the slightest, and immediately rushed towards Lu Chuan.

"You still want to find someone else in front of me? Who do you look down on?"

Seeing that Tang Jing wanted to deal with Lu Chuan, Xia Tian snorted disdainfully.

He couldn't kill Tang Jing, but that didn't mean he couldn't stop Tang Jing.

Relying on his thick skin and extremely disgusting long-time protective oil, Tang Jing is considered invulnerable, but he is not invincible in front of Xia Tian.

"Stop it!"

Reaching out his hand, he took out a few black things from the Qiankun bag. This is a thunderbolt, a one-time magic weapon that can blow up the ninth-level monks in the Qi refining period into powder at close range.

Tang Jing's expression changed slightly when he saw Xia Tian take out the Thunderbolt, but he did not give up the idea of ​​stopping Lu Chuan.

Although Hong Tianlei was powerful, he couldn't kill her.

As long as you can rush through Xia Tian's block, it doesn't matter if you get hurt a little bit.

With this thought in mind, Tang Jing put his hands on his knees and sank his head between his legs.

With a push of his butt, he actually started to roll forward crazily.

He was already as fat as a ball, but now he squatted down, and if he didn't look carefully, it was just a ball.