Wang Teng directly hung the nine-headed turtle on his waist. When he encountered danger, he would throw the nine-headed turtle out, which could always avert danger.
This made the Nine-Headed Turtle curse and curse incessantly.
It's a pity that his anger and curses have no effect.
In the end, the Nine-Headed Turtle finally compromised and said with a long sigh: "Boy, if I fall into your hands, I will be unlucky for Lord Turtle. Tell me, what do you want to do to let Lord Turtle go?"
‘‘I hit it off with you and we are sincere to each other, but you always think of abandoning me, which is so chilling.’’
Wang Teng sighed.
‘‘……’’
When the Nine-Headed Turtle heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and his anger immediately surged up, and he said: "You are trying to hide your heart? Are you pushing me to prevent disaster?"
''It's the disaster that has come to you, it has nothing to do with me.''
Wang Teng said without hesitation.
''I've never seen you so shameless!''
The nine-headed turtle said speechlessly.
''It's a great honor to receive the compliment.''
Wang Teng, however, was not ashamed but rather proud. The Nine-Headed Turtle couldn't help but open his mouth wide and said for a long time: "You... win, Lord Turtle, I have been in the world for many years, and I have never seen anyone as shameless as you."
!''
The two bickered all the way.
Suddenly, Wang Teng froze.
''call out!''
Several terrifying auras suddenly shot out from a distance, with murderous intent.
Wang Teng suddenly raised his eyebrows, looked sideways, and saw several figures shooting towards him like lightning.
The next moment.
Seven young figures appeared in front of Wang Teng.
All seven of them were wearing the uniforms of disciples of the Creation Immortal Sect, and they all stared at Wang Teng with cold eyes.
Wang Teng raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect that the secret realm of Immortal Nest was so big that he could meet the disciples of Good Fortune Immortal Sect.
''Are you Wang Teng? The true immortal form of Qingyun Immortal Sect?''
Among the seven people, a stern young man with white hair on his temples stared at Wang Teng and said in a cold and condescending tone.
''It's me, do you have any advice?''
Wang Teng said calmly.
''Humph, I really dare to admit it!''
A woman next to the stern young man said coldly: "You are the one who said you want to dampen the arrogance of our disciples of the Good Fortune Immortal Sect and temper our temperament?"
''I'm referring to the genius of the Creation Immortal Sect. Are you a genius?''
Wang Teng glanced at the woman in surprise and said deliberately.
''You dare to underestimate me? You are seeking death!''
The woman's eyes suddenly turned cold, her eyes filled with cold murderous intent.
''Tsk!''
The next moment, she flicked her fingers and shot out a bolt of cold lightning, which contained terrifying murderous intent, and blasted towards Wang Teng.
At the same time, the powerful aura of cultivation on his body exploded, and his peak Xuanxian cultivation was fully revealed!
‘‘You don’t know how to live and die, how dare you underestimate Junior Sister Yan, Junior Sister Yan is the best among the formal disciples of our Creation Immortal Sect, and killing you, a mere ant in the realm of Heavenly Immortal, is more than enough?’’
The other six people sneered.
However, everyone had just finished speaking.
I saw Wang Teng swiping his palm casually like swatting a mosquito.
There was a ‘‘pop’’ sound.
The cold electricity, which contained terrifying murderous intent, exploded instantly and was destroyed by Wang Teng's bare hands without any damage.
''Really? Then the level of your formal disciples of the Immortal Creation Sect is really low. Even this guy can become the best among the formal disciples of your Immortal Creation Sect.''
Wang Teng said calmly.
The next moment.
The ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked.
His entire body instantly turned into a bolt of lightning and shot out, appearing in front of the smoke and water cloud as if teleporting.
He spread out all five fingers and grabbed Yan Shuiyun's head directly.
Yan Shuiyun's expression changed drastically, and he uttered a cry of horror. He didn't expect that Wang Teng, a monk at the peak of immortality, could defeat his magical power so easily.
What's more, she didn't expect that Wang Teng would dare to take the initiative to kill her when facing seven of them.
At the same time, Wang Teng's palm that caught her gave her a strong sense of crisis. She hurriedly unleashed the powerful immortal power in her body and cast a supreme immortal technique.
''Boom!''
However, the strength gap between the two is too huge.
Wang Teng is strong and domineering. Now that he has developed a seventh-level immortal body, his strength is absolutely terrifying. Under the Daluo Golden Immortal, he has no fear of anyone.
You don’t even need to draw your sword!
You can suppress all enemies with your physical body alone!
He didn't seem to see Yan Shuiyun's resistance.
The big hand rushes forward to grab it, and the moment it touches the immortal magic cast by the opponent, the powerful physical power of the body crushes all the immortal magic.
In the face of absolute power, any magical powers are vain.
''Boom!''
Yan Shuiyun's magic immediately collapsed.
Wang Teng's palms directly covered her face, his thumbs and middle fingers pinched her temples, he stretched out his hands to lift her up in the air, and said calmly: "I said you were too weak, but you don't accept it."
?''
Under Wang Teng's palm, Yan Shuiyun's face was full of horror.
The other six disciples of the Creation Immortal Sect were all horrified. They also did not expect that Wang Teng was so powerful and could suppress Yan Shuiyun in an instant.
''Stop! Let go of Junior Sister Yan!''
The six people reacted immediately and shouted at Wang Teng.
At the same time, they all sacrificed their magic weapons and prepared to kill Wang Teng.
''Let her go? Are you ordering me to do something?''
Wang Teng turned to look at everyone.
The next moment.
He squeezed gently with his five fingers.
Yan Shuiyun suddenly screamed: ‘‘No——’’
''puff!''
His head suddenly exploded.
No blood was spilled.
Exploded directly into nothingness.
None of the spirits managed to escape and were pinched and killed by Wang Teng on the spot.
He clapped his hands and put away the stored magic weapons on Yan Shuiyun's body with great skill. His body was not stained with any blood, and his clothes were swaying.
''Junior Sister Yan!''
When the other six disciples of the Creation Immortal Sect saw this, their eyes were about to burst, and they couldn't help but open their mouths and cry out in sorrow.
Immediately, all six people's eyes fell on Wang Teng, and the murderous intent in their eyes became more intense: "You actually killed Junior Sister Yan! You...you really deserve to die!"
''I'm going to kill you, pull out your soul and refine it into the body of an animal!''
One of the young men said with great resentment that he had the closest relationship with Yan Shuiyun, and they were Taoist couples.
At this moment, when he saw the woman he loved being pinched to death in front of him, the anger in his heart had already made him lose his mind.
''You came all the way here just to kill me, aren't you? What nonsense, let's come together and send you on your way!''
Wang Teng stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly.
At his waist, the nine-headed turtle had already retracted its nine heads into its belly, lest it be affected.
''You are arrogant!''
''Kill him!'' The six people were boiling with murderous intent, and powerful auras bloomed from their bodies. They were all experts at the peak of Xuanxian!