Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect that the immortal centipede that had just become immortal could be eliminated so easily.
The most important thing is that this little thing is no bigger than a fist, so where does so much food go? There is no change in the body after eating.
Even a few people around Ye Bufan were shocked. Although Hu Yaoyao and others had seen the little one before, they had never seen it with such terrifying abilities.
There were also some people who couldn't believe it and searched around, imagining whether this thing would come out of nowhere like it just did.
The result was very different from before. The immortal centipede no longer had any shadow. It seemed that it was completely swallowed and could never be reborn. It was also impossible to transform into so many clones.
The little one burped with satisfaction and reached out to pat his belly. He looked cute and cute.
Then the figure flashed and disappeared into Ye Bufan's chest, and it seemed that he fell asleep again.
Ravakun's eyes widened, still in shock.
You must know that this immortal centipede is a myth in the world of descending heads. The king among Gu insects has always been immortal.
I never thought that one day I would really fall completely. If I told this kind of thing to my fellow believers, I'm afraid no one would believe it.
He couldn't figure out what the little thing Ye Bufan released was, and how could it be so powerful?
How could the poisonous insects passed down from ancient times be so frightened that they didn't even have the ability to resist?
And at this moment, a sharp sword light cut through the night sky, completely covering his entire figure.
"Damn old guy, let me see if you have the ability to be immortal."
It was Jiang Fangzhou who took action. He had just been humiliated by the Immortal Centipede, and now he vented all his anger on the old monster.
Facts have proved that Ravakun does not have the ability of an immortal centipede, nor can he resist the attack of a powerful person at the peak of the Tribulation.
Under the sword light, his whole body turned into a ball of blood mist, and his soul was crushed to pieces.
The old guy who had been sleeping for thousands of years was not killed by time, but eventually died under Jiang Fangzhou's sword.
"Boy, how dare you kill my junior brother!"
The old monster next to him roared angrily. He was the senior brother of Navadilavakun.
The guy waved his broad sleeves, and with a roar, a huge corpse appeared in front of everyone.
This guy was only two meters tall, with a strong build and a bronze body, and his muscles seemed to be made of copper poured into iron.
The most important thing is that standing there, there is a powerful momentum and ancient desolate atmosphere all over his body, which is much more powerful than the two golden corpses before.
In fact, there are only so many methods that the head-destroying master can use, usually poison gas, poisonous insects, corpse puppets, etc.
But after the same method is used, the power is completely different.
For example, the immortal centipede released by Ravakun just now is much more powerful in terms of level and strength than the two black ones previously used by Srisak.
The same is true for this corpse puppet now. Ye Bufan could tell at a glance that this guy must be a product passed down from ancient times.
That powerful aura is already above the sky corpse, and it still has a desolate smell, which is far beyond the scope of this interface corpse puppet.
In fact, this is indeed the case. This corpse puppet is an inheritance from the Navadhi sect. It has been passed down for an unknown number of years. It is said that its defense is impossible to break through.
"Kill them for me!"
Navadi let out an angry roar, and the corpse puppet immediately moved, staring ahead with its lifeless eyes, which brought a huge and ghastly pressure.
This guy stepped forward, and the ground trembled with every step he took, as if there was an earthquake, which showed how powerful it was.
The ancient corpse puppet moved forward in a straight line, not knowing how to dodge. Not far in front of him was an ancient tree in the sky that could be embraced by three or four people.
But he hit it directly as if he didn't see it, and then there was a click sound, and the big tree collapsed like paper, and was directly hit into two pieces by him.
Everyone was shocked. Everyone could see that it was not that the tree was too weak, but that this guy's body was too strong.
Boom!
There was another tremor, and the ancient zombies flattened a rockery.
The rich people who attended the cocktail party were so frightened that their faces turned pale. Are these people? They were simply scarier than tanks.
With this kind of attack power, any one punch can turn someone into a pulp.
Navadi's face was ferocious: "Did you see it? This is the ten thousand year corpse puppet passed down by our masters. You will all die today!"
"You're so ignorant. Does such a useless thing make you so arrogant?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure walked out, it was Ye Tian.
"You are the one who is ignorant. You don't know how powerful the ancient corpse puppet is..."
Navadi wanted to say a few more words, but he stopped abruptly mid-sentence.
Ye Tian's figure flashed before he came to the ancient zombie puppet and punched it out.
The corpse puppet's reaction was also quick. He also raised his hand and punched him. The fists of the two people collided firmly. Boom! Click!
Under the gaze of everyone, Ye Tian stood there motionless, while the ancient corpse puppet flew dozens of meters away, and one of its arms had been completely blown to pieces.
"this……"
The onlookers' eyes widened instantly, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
They had seen with their own eyes just how terrifying the ancient corpse puppet's body was and how amazing his fighting power was.
In the eyes of many people, even if Tank were to confront him head-on, he might not be able to gain any advantage, but now his arm was blown apart by Ye Tian's punch. How strong is this young man's body?
Navadi's eyes widened so fiercely that his eyeballs almost flew out of their sockets.
As a descendant of the head-down master, the Ancient Corpse Puppet is a treasure passed down from the master. In thousands of years of inheritance, it has never been injured, let alone had an arm directly disabled.
In his heart, this corpse puppet is invincible, at least its powerful defense makes him invincible.
Because of this, he felt confident, but he never expected to be beaten like this as soon as he showed up.
Ye Tian didn't care so much at all. How could the Demonic Body inherited from the Demon Sect be comparable to a small corpse puppet, not even an ancient corpse puppet.
His figure flashed and he came to the ancient corpse puppet again. This time, without giving the opponent a chance to react, he raised his hand and tore off the remaining arm.
Then he punched out, smashing into pieces of meat all over the sky.
The legend passed down in the line of Manguo's head-dropping masters, the invincible ancient corpse puppet, has completely become history.
Everyone present was stunned to see that it was killed so easily. If they hadn't just seen how powerful this thing was, they would have thought it was vulnerable.
At the same time, everyone was sighing in their hearts, who are these people around Ye Yixian? Anyone picked out at random would be so scary!
"No! This is impossible!"
Navadi yelled, his face full of disbelief.
This time he woke up from his deep sleep and dared to come to Hong Kong Island and even covet China. His biggest reliance was this ancient corpse puppet.
But now everything is over. It was completely destroyed as soon as it was launched, without even a chance to repair it.
At this moment, another brilliant sword light appeared in front of his eyes.
"Old immortal, whatever you shout, you should follow suit!"
It was Jiang Fangzhou who took action again. He had been waiting for the opportunity, and now he just happened to take action.
The sword light flashed, and Navadi, like Ravakun just now, completely turned into a blood mist.
