Mianjiang Longjun himself was attacked and had no time to take care of him.

However, he saw the divine light circulating around his body, and he used his own divine astral to prop up a layer of light curtains, holding his airtight protection in the center.

Those tentacles fell on the light curtain condensed by the gods and covered it in an instant.

The bizarre power and the power of the gods restrained and canceled each other, and only a heavy corrosive sound was heard.

The tentacles entwined and confronted it, which did not cause much substantial damage, but only made the divine light qi dim a little.

Pang Wu's figure buried and wrapped all the gods, and his huge body was formed in the blink of an eye, but the light of the gods was never seen again.

It swallowed Mianjiang Longjun whole into his stomach.

With the continuous contraction and expansion of its body shape, the fluttering tentacles are also slowly closing.

But this does not include the one that winds towards Ning Ke.

The attack principle of Fat Wu's tentacles is to attack all living beings with vitality after the body is exploded.

Since Ning Ke was perceived by it, he must not stop eating it.

But seeing the tentacles circling, it was wrapped around Ning Ke's ankle.

Ning Ke's Primordial Astral Qi suddenly circulated and landed heavily on the tentacles.

But this attack only slightly slowed down its speed.

The essence of the two attacks is not the same order of magnitude, and they are firmly wrapped in the past in an instant.

Ning Ke had no other way, and his heart was very solemn. He folded his hands together, and a Buddha light circulated around him.

"Supernatural power: King Ming is angry!"

With a low voice, his body swelled suddenly, three phantoms appeared, and Buddha flames instantly enveloped him.

That tentacle was also instantly ignited by the Buddha's fire because of this magical power.

And at this moment, an accident happened.

A resounding dragon roar came from the heavens and the earth, and the fat figure that was already huge, suddenly burst open.

And the figure of Mianjiang Longjun circled out of Fat Wu's body.

At this time, he has turned into a dragon, with two-color dragon **** in his mouth, circling and rising.

In the blink of an eye, dark clouds gathered around him, and he rode the thick clouds, and in the dragon's claws, he was still holding a crystal.

Although the figure is domineering, the scars on his body are too many to count, and even the dragon ball in his mouth has countless cracks.

"Fang Wu, this battle, after all, this god-monarch won!

Let's see this God Sovereign shattered the core of the source, causing you to fall into the realm.

Although you can perceive that this is what I did, I will send you back this bewitching, and I think it will not hurt you much. "

His voice was like thunder, but he saw that a little divine light converged and circulated between his eyebrows, but a divine seal emerged from it.

The divine seal fell, and the crystal in its dragon claws burst with a bang, and in an instant, a thick and unparalleled strange energy spread from it to the surrounding.

With a sudden swipe of his finger, a crack emerged from the void, and an inexplicable energy emerged from it.

As soon as the strange energy was perceived, it stopped dispersing immediately, and all rushed towards it.

After Pang Wu's figure burst again, countless tentacles condensed and entangled, and rushed towards Ning Ke in the distance.

Long Jun looked in his eyes, and the dragon claws paused slightly, without the slightest hesitation.

It suddenly spit out a mouthful of turbid air, and it turned into a cloud, wrapping Ning Ke and Fat Wu together.

This cloud of cloud rushed into the crack in a flash under his traction and control.

Seeing the crack slowly dissipating, Mianjiang Longjun turned into a human body.

He held the divine seal in his hand, and the two-color dragon race circulated around him.

At this time, he was wearing a broken armor, and vaguely, he could still see the scars on his body.

During the flow of divine light, I wanted to heal the wound, and a strange aura competed in it.

But he saw that with a slight toss, the divine seal in his hand flew out, and was printed on the crack that was originally taken out.

After Shenyin finished doing this, he flew back to his eyebrows again, and Mianjiang Longjun's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help groaning.

A streak of bright red blood descended from the corner of his mouth.

He didn't care about it, his face was expressionless, but he didn't look around, turned around and left.

"Because of this matter, there shouldn't be any problem with the death of a Demon Slayer Captain.

It's no wonder that this **** monarch, let's just say, the monarch himself has received interest on my son's crime of skinning and cramping from you. "

Fat Wu's figure twisted for a while, and in a flash, things took root again on the netherworld.

As his figure circulated, he recovered in an instant.

However, its body size is more than a little smaller than that in the Yang World.

Countless scorpions emerged from its body, and they all looked at somewhere in the nether sky, their eyes full of resentment and unwillingness.

At this moment, its abdomen suddenly swelled, and then exploded.

Ning Ke held up the Palace of Prince Naming, and reappeared from his body.

He sensed the energy around him, his expression changed slightly, and he vaguely felt a little bad.

Somehow, he actually came to the underworld once again!

Something is wrong, crap!

He didn't hesitate, Liuhe Shenyoubu walked lightly and swiftly moved instantly, and was about to rush towards the distance.

And right here, the tentacles stretched their teeth and danced their claws, and re-painted the fat body shape.

Countless tentacles spread out like a curtain, trapping Ning Ke in the middle~lightnovelpub.net~ Buddha flames rose from his palm, and with the power of King Ming's anger, he suddenly slashed towards the tentacles.

Under the flow of Buddha's light, these tentacles were cut off by him.

Ning Ke escaped from it, but more tentacles shrouded him behind him.

Seeing this scene, he vaguely came back to his senses.

Those tentacles wrapped Ning Ke, slowly condensed his body, and locked him in his belly.

Countless eyes stared at Ning Ke in his belly, maliciously paving the way, and under the flow of tentacles, every slap was comparable to a congenital martial artist's extreme blow, with 20,000 jins of power.

"This guy seems to be getting weaker, yes, in a vague way, I seem to hear what the general Long Jun said to make this fat man fall into the realm."

His eyes lit up slightly, his mind moved slightly, and the eight-pole bone chain suddenly pierced from the depths of his back to the eyes that were looking at him.

However, he saw that the Palace of King Ming was smashing happily. Every time he fell, there was an inexplicable force circulating, smashing and dissipating part of the tentacles.

The Palace of King Ming suddenly let go and was bound by him with an eight-pole bone chain, dancing like a meteor hammer.

Under such power, Fat Wu's body exploded, throwing Ning Ke out.

Its figure slowly condensed from the tentacles bursting to the farthest distance, and wanted to walk towards the distance.

Seeing this scene, Ning Ke knew instantly: it was going to escape!

He no longer hesitated, and immediately chased after him.

Fat Wu also noticed Ning Ke's movements, and the countless tentacles behind him stretched out and stabbed straight at Ning Ke.

But in front of the eight-pole bone chain that wraps around the Ming Palace, it seems that all his current means are in vain.