Chapter 1739

"I'm sure I can trust patriarch Feng!" Zhou Jun said with a smile.

Zhuo Wen coldly looked at the harmonizing Zhou Jun and Feng Ruji, and sneered in his heart. This week, Zhou Jun and Feng Ruji really regarded him as an ordinary half immortal.

Xue Hui looked on coldly. He didn't worry about Zhuo Wen at all, because he knew that Zhuo Wen's strength was much stronger than him, and it was natural to deal with Zhou Jun who was weaker than him.

Moreover, the Zhoutan mansion where Zhou Jun is located is not deep, and there are no earth immortals and sacred objects in the city master's mansion. In Xue Hui's opinion, Zhou Jun will lose this game.

Zhou Jun stepped into the air and swept into the air. He looked down at Zhuo Wen below. His eyes were full of sharp eyes and said indifferently: "don't you roll up? Do you need me to invite you up?"

Zhuo Wen's eyes were full of cold and cold. He grabbed the empty space of his right hand, and the terrible Xianyuan swept out of himself. He suddenly turned into a huge hand and directly grabbed the Zhou army over there, trying to drag it down.

Zhou Jun snorted coldly, and his eyes showed a look of mockery. As soon as he grasped the emptiness of his right hand, his own immortal yuan gushed out, and his giant hand appeared, and he blasted away at Zhuo Wen's giant hand.

Bang bang!

The two giant hands instantly hit each other, breaking out a continuous sound of explosion, and the hiss of tearing the air resounded continuously. Then Zhuo Wen's giant hand was suppressed.

Zhou Jun smiled and said, "in your half immortal realm, you still want to pull me down. Don't overestimate your strength?"

With that, Zhou Jun pulled his right hand again and immediately covered the huge hand shown by Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen showed a sneer at the corners of his mouth. In his elixir field, the blood essence stained by the fighting Buddha demon saint on the surface of the fragmented yuan Dan mobilized a trace of time. His big hand turned into a white awn of skyrocketing terror.

Bang bang!

Zhou Jun's Xianyuan big hand was all scattered and turned into countless white fragments, while Zhuo Wen's big hand rushed into the sky, grabbed the startled Zhou Jun and threw it hard.

Boom!

Zhou Jun was caught off guard. He was directly thrown on the ground by his big hand and hit a huge pit. Then Zhuo Wen slowly stepped into the air and suspended in mid air. Looking down at the Zhou Jun who was very embarrassed in the deep pit, he said, "now it should be you to roll up!"

This scene, in the eyes of Feng Ruji and jueshang old man, showed a surprised look, especially Feng Ruji, who was the strongest among the three, but he could see a clue.

The Xianyuan hand originally revealed by Zhuo Wen was completely suppressed by Zhou Jun, but somehow, at the inner Dan field of Zhuo style, an extremely strange powerful force suddenly broke out, which greatly increased its Xianyuan hand power.

This strange force gives Feng Ruji a feeling of great fear, as if he was facing a peerless strong man.

"What's the origin of this son? What's the matter with the power that just broke out from his Dantian?" Feng Ruji took a deep look at Zhuo Wen, but his heart was full of doubts.

Zhou Jun's face was a little pale, but he was more shocked and angry. He was so impolitely pulled down from the air by a Banxian. It was absolutely a shame for him.

"You..." Zhou Jun was surprised and angry.

"What am I? I asked you to roll up, didn't you hear?" Zhuo Wen said faintly.

Zhou Jun's face was gloomy. As soon as his right foot stepped on the ground, the whole ground shook and showed countless chaps. Then he came towards Zhuo Wen like a gust of wind.

"I'll make you regret it!"

Zhou Jun's eyes were red and he bit the index finger of his right hand. After a while, the blood splashed from his fingertips. Then he pointed to the void, and the blood from his fingertips surged up, mixed with the immortal yuan in his body. Unexpectedly, he formed a terrible finger in the void.

This finger image is the same as Zhou Jun's bloody finger. The blood flows out from his fingertips, and the bloody smell fills the whole sky, making people see it rolling in their stomach.

"Magic bloodthirsty finger!"

As soon as Zhou Jun said this, the bloodthirsty finger immediately swept across the sky, very fast, and immediately swept over Zhuo Wen's head.

Zhuo Wen raised his head slightly and looked up at the fingers coming from the sky. A touch of war appeared in his eyes.

There are three kinds of fairies on him. Killing the yellow spring means that he can't be exposed now. After all, this fairies was used in the wind thunder family. The wind is like a halberd, which can be recognized at a glance.

Now, he doesn't intend to expose his identity on Feng Ruji. After all, the strength of Feng Ruji is not much different from that of Lei Qingtian and Jiang Zuomei. They are all in the later stage of earth immortals. He is really reluctant to compete with such strong people.

Even if there is a Yuanshen bomb, if it can't catch the wind like a halberd, it may be difficult to cause too much damage to it. Therefore, he plans to wait. After the divine war begins, he will retaliate against the wind thunder family.

Gufeng's skill consumes too much immortal crystal. Although Zhuo Wen has a lot of immortal crystal reserves, he can't waste it at will, so Zhuo Wen decided to use the immortal skill to ask the Buddha for magic transformation this time.

"This is the first time that I have used magic to ask Buddha magic change in front of others. I want to see how strong it can be."

Zhuo Wen licked his lips. He looked forward to the most powerful magic skill of fighting Buddha and devil Saint Shiji. At the beginning, the power of asking Buddha, which he had just refined, exceeded his expectations.

Zhuo Wen's hands were folded, and his whole body began to be gradually shrouded by the Buddha's light. Moreover, these Buddha lights were extremely surging and burning, and rose into the sky. Unexpectedly, a huge virtual shadow of the ancient Buddha appeared in the void behind Zhuo Wen.

"I asked the Buddha," one flower, one world, one leaf, one Tathagata. "

The ancient Buddha's eyes narrowed and his grand and solemn voice slowly recited from his mouth. Then, the surging and terrible Buddha light spread in the void, and finally formed falling flowers and fallen leaves one after another.

Falling flowers and fallen leaves set off each other and float in the void. At this moment, it has an unspeakable beauty.

Zhuo Wen lifted his right hand and paused for a moment. The fallen leaves and flowers falling from the virtual shadow of the ancient Buddha suddenly swept out along his right arm, like a terrible tornado, and immediately wrapped a huge bloodthirsty finger in it.

Bang bang!

Falling flowers and fallen leaves swept out, which collapsed all the surrounding space into nothingness, like pieces of debris, revealing countless cracks in the surrounding space.

In the whirlpool formed by falling flowers and fallen leaves, the bloodthirsty finger completely stagnated in place, and its surface burst into a blood mist, which is the terrible injury caused by falling flowers and fallen leaves.

"Not broken yet?"

Zhuo Wen snorted coldly. The empty shadow of the ancient Buddha behind him suddenly opened his eyes. The Buddha light was like two columns of light that went straight to the sky. Then the ancient Buddha pinched his right hand and blasted down at the bloodthirsty finger.

Boom!

In an instant, bloodthirsty refers to being directly blasted, countless blood water exploding and splashing out from the sky, forming an extremely dense patter of blood rain, which looks terrible.

Zhou Jun snorted stiffly. A trace of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. His face was pale. He turned and ran away directly. His face was full of panic.

Zhuo Wen stepped out step by step, stepped on a flower and a leaf, and quickly chased Zhou Jun. he was as fast as a shuttle. In an instant, he caught up with Zhou Jun. when he stepped on his right foot, a flower and a leaf under his feet were like an angry dragon, which wrapped the whole Zhou Jun in an instant.

"Let go of me!"

At the moment, Zhou Jun was flustered and his heart was full of fear. He didn't expect that Zhuo Wen's magic was so terrible that he directly broke his bloodthirsty finger.

Zhuo Wen's mouth was full of sneers. When he pinched it with his right hand, the countless flowers and leaves wrapped around Zhou Jun began to shrink violently, like a meat grinder, trying to tear it into pieces.

Zhou Jun covered his whole body with immortal yuan, desperately resisting the shrinking flowers and leaves around him. He shouted in a deep voice: "chief Feng, save me!"

Feng Ruji's eyes twinkled. He took a rather unexpected look at Zhuo Wen. Even he was shocked by the magic skill this son had just used. There is no doubt that the magic skill used by this son is definitely not simple.

Xue Hui was even more surprised. At the beginning, he naturally knew that Zhuo Wen had two kinds of fairies, one is to kill huangquan finger and the other is Gufeng. But now Zhuo Wen used one kind of fairies, which surprised his big teeth.

You know, the fairies in the whole Middle Earth are extremely rare. Even the fairies in the great forces can be counted with one hand.

However, Zhuo Wen can do three types of magic skills alone. In his opinion, it is extremely amazing. What makes him bitter is that Zhuo Wen's third type of magic is even more terrible than the first two types.

"Chief Feng, don't you come to help me?"

At the moment, Zhou Jun drank quickly. His Xianyuan will not last long. Death may come at any time.

The wind, like a halberd, sighed lightly, jumped up and swept towards the Zhou army. At the same time, he said, "this little friend, you have to forgive people. If you win this gambling fight, we don't want your mount. We can let the Zhou army go."

Zhuo Wen sneered repeatedly, bent his fingers in his right hand, and immediately took out the Yuanshen bomb. He said to Feng Ruji, "is the wind patriarch really going to approach me to save the Zhou army?"

The wind, like a halberd, stopped in mid air and stared at the Yuanshen bomb in Zhuo Wen's hand. It was neither forward nor backward.

"Since it's a gambling fight, naturally there are losers and winners. I lose and give you gambling money, and you lose, naturally you want to give me gambling money, and this gambling money is the God of this person."

Zhuo Wen grinned and shook his right hand hard again. For a while, the vortex formed by countless flowers and leaves contracted again. With a scream from Zhou Jun, Xianyuan attached to the body surface immediately collapsed. Then the whole body was crushed and burst into a mass of blood mist.

Zhuo Wen grabbed his right hand with sharp eyes and directly grabbed the yuan God of Zhou Jun from countless blood fog. At the same time, he did not hesitate to erase the consciousness of the yuan God of Zhou Jun and quickly incorporated it into the spirit ring.

Zhuo Wen is very fast. The wind like halberd hasn't fully reacted yet. The yuan God of Zhou Jun has become something in Zhuo Wen's bag.