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    ?

    "angry?"

    "Unhappy?"

    "hatred?"

    Fat Toutuo looked at Luo Yun who was one kilometer away with great interest, and his tone was full of jokes, "You have formed a golden core at a young age. You must be a genius cultivated by some school or school?"

    "Hahaha, the poor monk likes to suppress geniuses like you. The expression on your face now really makes the poor monk so happy! Hahaha!"

    Fat Toutuo sneered at Luo Yun while not forgetting to observe the situation on the top of Longhu Mountain.

    The old Taoist priest named Zhang Xuantong fought four Nascent Soul stage monks alone.

    The four Nascent Soul Stages are:

    An Indian man sitting on a flying carpet.

    A western angel with ten wings on his back.

    A high blood prince wearing a bloody black robe.

    There is also a masked Tsing Yi Sword Cultivator.

    Including this Fat Toutuo, there are a total of six Nascent Soul Stages!

    Longhu Mountain was beaten to collapse layer by layer, riddled with holes, the ground shook for dozens of miles, and the land subsided, which was even more exaggerated than a magnitude 9 earthquake.

    "Is that the 'Yuanying'?"

    "It's the first time seeing you."

    Luo Yun glanced at the five-man battle.

    I saw that all kinds of huge phantoms would emerge from their bodies, including clay pots, angels, bats, vines, throwing knives (Settings refer to Wuhun)

    "Hey, little benefactor, haven't you seen Nascent Soul?"

    The Fat Toutuo, who was wearing a blood-colored cassock, laughed fiercely, "Look, look, look enough! Anyway, you are going to die soon, and there is no chance to cultivate a Nascent Soul in this life, haha!"

    "Hmph, you really think you can kill me in the early Yuanying stage?"

    Luo Yun looked back suddenly, unexpectedly calm.

    A Jindan stage shouldn't be so calm in front of a Nascent Soul stage.

    With his cultivation at this point, a big realm is almost crushing in all directions, where does he have the guts?

    "Okay, okay, little benefactor, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers."

    "You actually think that the poor monk's cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage can't kill you? You are really confident."

    The fat on Fat Toutuo's face slowly revealed a sinister smile, "The poor monk has changed his mind. I want to turn you into my slave and obey my orders for the rest of my life."

    "Damn bald donkey! Isn't it because you have practiced for decades more than me, what are you proud of?"

    "kill!"

    Luo Yun shouted angrily, and even took the initiative to attack.

    "Boy, you are courting death!"

    Fat Toutuo stepped on the ground and released the Nascent Soul.

    His Nascent Soul is an eagle!

    The surface is earthy yellow, the wings are eight feet wide, the beak is like an iron hook, and the feathers are like guillotines. A sharp cry almost shatters Luo Yun's eardrums!

    In the secular world, the Nascent Soul is born from the golden elixir, which is full of strange things.

    There are beasts of prey, birds, and insects.

    There are weapons, flowers, stones, nature, and weather.

    Only there is no humanoid Nascent Soul.

    "Little benefactor, this is the Nascent Soul of the poor monk, the iron-clawed goshawk."

    "Just obediently die to me."

    Fat Toutuo sacrificed the Nascent Soul, and the iron-clawed goshawk swooped over, as fast as lightning!

    "Witch pattern, Bai Yuze!"

    Luo Yun directly used the witch pattern, and his strength quadrupled.

    Wrapping a ball of blue sea and blue whale fire with his right hand, he clenched his fist fiercely and hit the iron claw goshawk!

    "etc!"

    "This is Lingyan!"

    Fat Toutuo was shocked, and in the next second there was a terrifying scream.

    Lingyan seems to be born to restrain such things as Nascent Soul!

    Luo Yun punched through the iron-clawed goshawk, and the blue flames burned the body of the Nascent Soul.  But he didn't feel well either, his whole arm was crackling and fractured.

    "ah¡­¡­"

    "Stinky boy, how dare you hurt me!"

    "I'll kill you!!"

    Fat Toutuo went into a rage, took out the golden cymbal that had injured Luo Yun before, and sacrificed it again.

    "This pair of golden cymbals is the ultimate spiritual weapon!"

    "I accept it!"

    Luo Yun accidentally took out the small Sumeru house, opened the door, and put the golden cymbal in.

    This is an extreme operation, very risky!

    The six-winged golden silkworm eggs are still inside, if they are found out, if they tell this fat head, the five Nascent Soul monks may all turn around and chase him down.

      Fortunately, Luo Yun is fast enough.

    "What?"

    "I, my golden cymbal!"

    "Little beast, where did you get my magic weapon!"

    Fat Toutuo was furious, rushed over together with Nascent Soul Goshawk, and punched, "Hand it over! Otherwise, the poor monk will tell you that you will not be able to survive or die!"

    "Spirit mouse boils oil pan!"

    At the moment of lightning and flint, Luo Yun used this classic movement technique of the monster clan.

    But he still underestimated the strength of the Nascent Soul Stage.

    "I let you hide!"

    Fat Toutuo used a grappling technique, with five fingers like hooks, digging into Luo Yun's left shoulder, directly grabbing his shoulder bone and breaking it, making a crunching sound.

    Then, Nascent Soul Goshawk's terrifying iron claws struck Luo Yun's chest!

    "Guard!"

    The protective spell was used, but was mercilessly torn apart by the pair of iron claws.

    The golden light that can carry two Tomahawk cruise missiles can be broken with one blow.

    "Hidden!"

    Luo Yun used the invisibility spell again, his body has the effect of passing through walls, and finally broke free from the shackles of Fat Toutuo.

    "What an exquisite Taoism!"

    "Boy, who exactly are you and what sect are you from?"

    Fat Toutuo was not angry but happy.

    It's spiritual flame again, and advanced Taoism again. If he gets rich, he gets rich.

    "none of your business!"

    After breaking free from the shackles, Luo Yun took three rejuvenation pills, and then raised his left palm to release a large wave of blue sea and blue whale fire!

    ŸÃ!

    The unimaginable high temperature wraps Fat Toutuo inside!

    "Hahaha, little benefactor!"

    "Although the spiritual flame is strong, with your cultivation base, it still can't exert its true power!"

    Fat Toutuo propped up a shield of true energy, which actually blocked the blue sea and blue whale fire.

    Later, he swaggered through the curtain of fire and walked out:

    "Hand over the spiritual flame seeds and those two Taoism"

    "Um?"

    "What is this, elixir?"

    A red and blue pill came into view, but there was no trace of Luo Yun.

    "not good!"

    Fat Toutuo's face changed drastically.

    Brat, dare to bully me!

    The fire curtain just now was used to block his vision (including the naked eye and soul consciousness)!

    Feeling the terrifying energy contained in the red and blue pills, he took back the Nascent Soul, turned around and ran away.

    "Fire Thunder, explode!"

    Luo Yun, who had fled more than ten kilometers at full speed, pinched his sword fingers and thought.

    Boom!

    Huge explosion, generated from the fire thunder!

    A large amount of thunder, lightning and fire were released, burning and bombing everything around!

    Fat Toutuo escaped seven or eight hundred meters in the blink of an eye, but he couldn't escape, and was swallowed by lightning and fire

    "died?"

    Luo Yun looked excitedly at the gorgeous sea of ??lightning and fire.

    He killed a Nascent Soul Stage?

    The Drunken Snow Sword is useless!

    Didn't ask Ruoli to help!

    At this time, he replaced the Xuanhuang Immortal Golden Body, because the deity's right arm was broken and needed time to repair.

    And the Huoleizi, which is comparable to a small nuclear bomb, was made by him using thunderstones to absorb a large amount of thunder and lightning, and supplemented with deep sea sulfur soil.

    The power is indeed terrifying, but it is still a bit short of killing the Nascent Soul.

    "Little beast, remember it for me!"

    "The poor monk will never let you go!!"

    After Fat Toutuo escaped, he put down a harsh word.

    Judging from the momentum, he was seriously injured, but not to the point where he couldn't continue playing.

    The reason for escaping is probably because he was afraid of the five Nascent Souls at Longhu Mountain, fearing that they would be blackmailed (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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