The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

The tiger stared at the skulls around. The eyes are harsh and abnormal.

"Tongyin Ghost Mist? The lowest level magical tool in Fengshui. It really matches the worst Feng Shui master!" Yan Chuan said disdainfully toward the distance.

"Who do you think is the worst Fengshui master?"

Ding Wugu saw that the ghosts and black fog hadn't worked, he was very angry at first, and he was even more ashamed and angry when he was ridiculed by Yan Chuan.

"Even mortals can't help it, who do you say is the worst Fengshui master?" Yan Chuan continued fiercely.

"you!"

"Feng Shui masters mixed with you, really embarrassing Xiu Feng Shui, I think you should tie your hands and kneel down for death!"

"Asshole!" Ding Wugu charged angrily.

Seeing that Ding Wugu lost his reason a little, Yan Chuan's eyes became brighter. This effect is what he wants. If his reason is lost, it is easy to make mistakes.

Ding Wugu came straight. When the hand-printing tactics changed, the black mist of thousands of ghosts suddenly encircled the Dingwu grains, covering them.

Man and fog are one!

When the people and the mist merged into one, the black mist suddenly soared more than three times.

"Yan Chuan, die to me!" Ding Wugu's angrily scolded from the black mist.

Suddenly, a ten-foot-diameter forest white skull claws bombarded from the black mist and grabbed Yan Chuan.

Around the palm of the skeleton, a large number of skulls surround it, ghostly and powerful.

"The tiger gathers energy!" Yan Chuan shouted.

"Yes!" Three thousand soldiers shouted loudly.

With the slight movement of his body, with the help of the army formation, the force of blood was poured into Yan Chuan's direction.

From the outside, it looked like a huge blood fierce tiger, suddenly rushing into Yan Chuan's body.

"Tianlong Power!" Yan Chuan punched out.

"Roar!"

Gathering the power of three thousand soldiers, under the guidance of Yan Chuan's fist, it turned into a blood-colored fist the size of two feet, and slammed into the skull claws.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The claw fists collided, and the huge impact smashed the black mist of Ding Wugu away.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

A series of sounds of stepping on the ground.

When the black fog dissipated, Ding Wugu retreated uncontrollably.

"Boom!"

It was almost twenty feet away before Ding Wugu stabilized his figure.

But at this moment, blood spilled from the corner of Ding Wugu's mouth, his clothes were largely damaged, and he looked at Yan Chuan and his party not far away with an incredible expression.

Yan Chuan's face was pale, but his fighting spirit was more triumphant in his eyes. The sleeves of the right arm that had fisted before were all shattered, revealing a powerful arm.

Not far away, Yang Zhijiu watched this scene in astonishment.

"Impossible, Yan Chuan is only a realm of strength, how can he beat Ding Wugu?" Yang Zhijiu's eyes widened inconceivably.

"Master Yan borrowed the power of three thousand generals to slap that punch, and he already has the power of the essence!" Qinglong said excitedly.

"Military formation? The formation can actually be used like this?" Mo Yuxi thought thoughtfully.

"Master Yan is set to win!" Bai Hu said excitedly.

"Not necessarily!" Yang Zhijiu's eyes flashed to kill.

On the other side, Ding Wugu slowly stood up, wiped the corners of his mouth gently, and said with a vicious expression: "But so!"

"Heh, no need to pretend, my punch will hurt your inner palace, strong support will only hurt more!" Yan Chuan said with disdain.

"puff!"

Ding Wugu no longer forbeared, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out.

A mouthful of black blood was spit out, Ding Wugu's complexion was suddenly defeated, and his figure was also Microsoft.

"You are just a force, why can you...?" Ding Wugu said unwillingly.

"You still don't need to know, you shouldn't provoke me!"

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