Chapter 1191: Let your witchcraft be myriad, and I will defeat you with one punch!
Chapter 1191: No matter how many witchcraft you have, I will defeat you with one punch!
Previously in the far north woods.
The demon master once swallowed up the ten thousand ghost shadows cast by the witchcraft messengers.
Now the Demon Spirit Master has broken through to the first level of the Imperial Martial Realm.
But the Soul-Forbidden Gourd is still a magical weapon.
It is not a magic weapon.
The Soul-Forbidden Gourd wants to be promoted from a magical weapon to a magic weapon.
Except for the material.
It also requires a huge amount of soul power.
Originally, Xiao Changfeng was quite worried.
It's fine now.
Absorbed a hundred thousand ghosts in the human skin drum.
The Soul-Forbidden Gourd will definitely be promoted to a magic weapon.
Therefore, Xiao Changfeng did not hesitate to smile.
At this time, he put away the soul-forbidden gourd.
He also sent a message from his divine consciousness, instructing the Demon Spirit Master to do his best to help the Soul-Forbidden Gourd to advance.
Once the soul-forbidden gourd becomes a magic weapon.
Its power will undergo a qualitative change.
"You actually swallowed up one hundred thousand of my ghosts!"
Some people are happy, and naturally some people are sad.
At this time, the Holy Son of the Witch Cult was almost so angry that he vomited blood.
He stared blankly at the emptiness in front of him.
Still hard to believe.
He spent ten years collecting these 100,000 ghost figures.
Although he is the Holy Son of Witchcraft.
But they cannot be killed at will.
Especially as many as 100,000 people.
Therefore, these one hundred thousand ghosts are also extremely important to him.
He originally thought he could use these 100,000 ghosts to seriously injure Xiao Changfeng.
But I didn't want to actually make a wedding dress for others.
He complained!
He is angry!
He hates it!
At this moment, his eyes instantly turned as scarlet as blood.
It also has a sense of madness.
Like a volcano erupting.
burst out of his body.
All the spectators near the altar were shocked.
"The Holy Son is angry!"
Shanyu looked at the battlefield high in the sky in disbelief.
He never thought of it either.
The hundred thousand ghosts in the human skin drum were actually taken away by Xiao Changfeng.
You must know that wizards study souls and poisons.
And the Holy Son of the Witch Cult even possesses a Witch Spirit Body.
Able to control souls and communicate with ghosts and gods.
He also possesses the special witchcraft weapon of human skin drum.
Yet that's the case.
One hundred thousand ghost figures were still snatched away.
This can only prove one thing.
The soul-forbidden gourd in Xiao Changfeng's hand.
More powerful than a human skin drum.
"Elixir Emperor, you have successfully angered me. I will kill you, make your bones into witchcraft, and use your soul to feed my ghost generals!"
The Holy Son of the Witch Cult roared, his whole body glowing with bloodthirsty red light.
He is a strong man at the sixth level of the Imperial Martial Realm.
At this time, he was urged with all his strength, and the momentum was like a rainbow, shocking the sky.
"Witchcraft: Skeleton Poison Claw!"
The Holy Son of Witchcraft let out a loud roar.
Suddenly, billowing black energy surged out of his body.
He condensed it into a white bone claw.
The sharp claws carry a poison that seals the throat upon seeing blood.
This poison is very terrifying.
It is the fusion of the poison of vegetation, the poison of monsters and the poison of corpses.
Invisible poisonous gas spread.
causing the air to twist.
Some vegetation on the ground withered instantly.
As for the many barbarians and wizards, they also quickly used their spiritual energy to resist.
"You talk too much nonsense!"
Xiao Changfeng narrowed his eyes and slowly extended his fist.
"White Tiger Divine Fist!"
With one punch, the world was shocked.
I saw the shadow of a white tiger fighting against the sky and the earth flashing in the air.
Then a white-gold fist shot out across the sky.
The air rioted and spiritual energy surged.
Boom!
The White Tiger Divine Fist and the Skeleton Poison Claw collided in mid-air.
Suddenly golden light shone brightly and poisonous gas burst out.
The terrible roar was deafening.
Terrifying battle fluctuations swept across all directions.
It's like two gods fighting in the sky.
It shocked countless spectators.
"Who is stronger?"
Everyone stretched their necks and watched the battle intently.
I want to see who has the stronger attack.
"Second punch!"
Xiao Changfeng's voice sounded from the sky.
Then everyone saw Xiao Changfeng making a fist with his right hand.
Type again.
The second punch is more powerful than the first punch.
The white tiger shadow stared a lot.
A mind-shaking murderous aura suddenly emerged.
It was as if there was a peerless ferocious beast roaring across the heaven and earth.
"Witchcraft: Gloomy Palm!"
The Holy Son of the Witch Cult looked solemn.
Faced with the White Tiger Divine Fist, which was stronger than the first punch.
He was full of evil energy, and his skin was as white as light.
At this time, there were black lines emerging.
Then he rose into the sky.
Clap it with one palm.
This palm is like Shura's hand.
With endless darkness and awe, it seems to annihilate all the light.
boom!
The collision of fists and palms was like two mountains colliding with each other.
Violent roars resounded over the entire Jiyang City.
It made all the spectators tremble with fear.
However, this blow was stronger than the White Tiger Divine Fist.
Although the Holy Son of Witchcraft was not seriously injured.
But he was also sent flying hundreds of meters.
On the other hand, look at Xiao Changfeng.
But he never took a step back.
"Third punch!"
Xiao Changfeng did not give the Holy Son of the Witch Cult any chance to breathe.
The third punch came instantly.
roar!
This time, the white tiger's shadow became half virtual and half real.
The murderous spirit became even stronger.
"Witchcraft: Blood Barrier!"
The Holy Son of Witchcraft's face looked a little ugly.
But facing Xiao Changfeng's third punch, he had to resist.
I saw him bite his finger.
Immediately red blood flew out.
The blood and spiritual energy merged and formed a twenty-meter-high barrier in front of him.
The barrier is like a city wall, extremely thick.
However, he faced Xiao Changfeng's third attack of the White Tiger Divine Fist.
But there is still something not enough to see.
Bang!
However, after holding on for three seconds, the blood barrier was destroyed by a punch.
Then the remaining fist light hit the body of the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.
The Holy Son of the Witch Cult retreated more than thirty meters again.
Although Xiao Changfeng is only at the peak of the early stages of becoming a god.
But whether it is mana or divine body.
None of them can be matched by the Holy Son of Witchcraft.
What's more, what Xiao Changfeng used was the White Tiger War Scroll, which was most suitable for fighting.
How can a mortal resist an immortal with his own strength?
This is the situation faced by the Holy Son of Witchcraft.
"Fourth punch!"
Xiao Changfeng did not hesitate and threw his fourth punch.
This time, the White Tiger Divine Fist is more powerful.
This kind of superimposed power of punches.
The further you get to the back, the harder it is to resist!
"Witchcraft: Bonebreaker Hammerhand!"
The Holy Son of the Witch Cult was very passive, but he had to take action to resist.
Suddenly, his hands were like hammers, and he smashed them down.
It's like the giant spirit god holds a hammer in his hand and wants to smash the entire Jiyang City.
It's a pity that in front of the White Tiger Divine Fist.
Lost again.
The Holy Son of Witchcraft fell back three hundred meters.
"Fifth punch!"
Xiao Changfeng's figure flashed and caught up with the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.
Immediately the fifth punch came out.
Click!
This time the Holy Son of the Witch Cult was finally injured.
The bones of the hand were twisted and a trace of bright red blood flowed from the wound.
Let his right hand turn red.
The pungent smell of blood makes people crazy.
It also made the aura of the Holy Son of the Witch Cult become even more violent.
But Xiao Changfeng didn't care.
"Sixth punch!"
Xiao Changfeng's body was slightly bent, like a big bow.
And his fists are arrows.
"Ouch!"
The white tiger's shadow is extremely solid, and it has two wings on its back.
Even more powerful!
"not good!"
The expression of the Northern Wu Ancestor changed.
At this time, Xiao Changfeng's sixth punch had already landed.
This time.
The Holy Son of Witchcraft can no longer resist.
He was knocked directly from mid-air to the ground, leaving a thousand-meter-long mark.
Finally, a 100-meter-large pit was created!
No matter how many witchcraft you have, I will defeat them all with one punch!
This chapter has been completed!