Wan Wuhen became angry and shouted at Luo Fu at the top of his lungs: "Luo Fu, how dare you make me, Wan Wuhen, so embarrassed in front of so many forces!"
"Ah ah ah, I won't let you go. I, Wan Wuhen, must cut you into pieces to vent the hatred in my heart!"
Amidst the roar, ferocious veins burst out from Wan Wuhen's forehead and neck.
His facial features were ferocious and twisted, and his anger made him lose his mind.
On the opposite side, Luo Fufeng looked at Wan Wuhen's ugly expression with a calm look, and said calmly: "You are not as calm and calm as you were at the beginning."
"Maybe you should look at yourself in the mirror. These are the side effects of the magic weapon."
After all, the human race is different from the demon race.
When human monks use magic weapons, they will definitely be affected and have backlash.
If this happens for a long time, the mind will inevitably become chaotic, irritable and violent, and even the temperament will change drastically.
There is no longer the calmness that a strong human being should have.
Unexpectedly, Luo Fu's words only further stimulated Wan Wuhen.
Wan Wuhen roared angrily: "You're teaching me a lesson? You alone are worthy of teaching me Wan Wuhen?"
"Just wait for me!"
"You have no idea how amazing my real strength is!"
"Open your dog eyes!"
Say it.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the open space between Wan Wuhen and Luo Fu.
"Kuchanzi?" Wan Wuhen saw this and immediately frowned: "What do you mean?"
At this moment, Kuchanzi's injury had slowed down. He clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, Lord of Ten Thousand Donors, your half-stick of incense should have passed long ago."
"Now, it's the poor monk's turn to deal with the Luo beast."
Wan Wuhen's face turned cold and he said, "Get out."
"The battle between me and Luo Fu is not over yet!"
Kuchanzi's face turned cold and he sneered: "The hatred between the poor monk and Luo Zhusheng has not ended yet."
Wan Wuhen said angrily: "Your strongest magic has already proven that you are no match for Luo Fu. Why are you still standing up to show your shame?"
Ku Chanzi laughed loudly: "Oh? Could it be that Wan Shizhu's strongest magic has already defeated Luo Zhusheng?"
Wan Wuhen's neck turned red with anger: "You are looking for death!"
After saying this, Wan Wuhen opened his hands, and a black star bow condensed from his palms.
And the shooting star magic arrow was aimed at Kuchanzi's eyebrows.
Boom!
The meteor arrows shot towards Kuchanzi without mercy.
Kuchanzi laughed loudly: "Look, poor monk, you are the one seeking death!"
"I'll kill you, poor monk!"
Kuchanzi was not afraid of Wan Wuhen's anger at all. He raised his palm high and shot a fan-shaped black light from his palm towards Wan Wuhen!
The meteor arrows that cut through the sky without leaving a trace made a hissing sound and emitted streams of black smoke once they entered the fan-shaped black light.
When the meteor arrow traveled ten feet in the black light, its arrow size had shrunk by twenty-three percent.
When the magic arrow traveled twenty feet in the black light, it shrank by twenty-three percent again.
In this way, when the meteor arrow only advanced about fifty feet, it completely disappeared and was destroyed by the black light.
Once Kuchanzi gained power, he laughed wildly: "Good, good, poor monk thought Wan Wuhen was so powerful."
"It turns out, it's nothing more than that!"
"In vain, the poor monk was once polite to you, but now it seems that it is very unnecessary!"
Ku Chanzi's words were so irritating that Wan Wuhen almost went crazy on the spot.
Wan Wuhen was so angry that his eyes were about to burst, and he roared hysterically: "You fucking stinky bald donkey!"
"You even dare to challenge me, Wan Wuhen!?"
"In this case, you are honored to be my last trump card, so be a sacrifice!"
After saying this, Wan Wuhen's waist swayed.
From all over his body, black energy slowly filled the air.
Even from the gaps in the robe and the cuffs, there was billowing black gas coming out.
Kuchanzi showed contempt on his face and said disdainfully: "Your magical skills, which have been blessed by magic weapons, are no match for the poor monk for countless calamities."
However, at this moment.
Luo Fu, who was not far away, had a hardened expression!
He first looked at Wan Wuhen's changes in surprise, and then his surprise turned into shock, and shock turned into anger!
"Magic weapon? Hahahaha!"
"You damn bald donkey, open your dog eyes and see clearly!"
As Wan Wuhen laughed wildly, the magic power emanating from the magic weapon became stronger and stronger.
He is actually using the magic power in the magic weapon to perform some kind of skill!
Even at this moment, Wan Wuhen had a pair of curved horns on his forehead.
A pair of huge magic wings sprouted from his back!
Wan Wuhen flapped his magic wings and soared into the sky.
He looked down at Kuchanzi from a high position, with billowing devilish breath exuding from his pair of devilish eyes!
Along with the breathing, the mouth and nose also spit out streams of demonic breath.
At this time, Wan Wuhen was already in a semi-demon state!
He looked down at Kuchanzi like a giant looking down at the ants at his feet.
This scene shocked Kuchanzi. He couldn't believe it: "What is this?"
"You, how come you have demonic characteristics on your body!?"
"I'll kill you, poor monk!"
Kuchanzi panicked, yelled, pointed his palm at Wan Wuhen, and immediately chased after him.
He was panicking, trying to get rid of the threat of Wan Wuhen in the shortest possible time.
He felt a sense of crisis from Wan Wuhen that frightened him.
Wan Wuhen in the sky smiled coldly, opened his mouth, and like a crack in the earth, billowing devilish breath came out.
"Kuchchanzi, your life is over."
After saying that, Wan Wuhen suddenly stretched out his right hand, and with the palm that had already grown sharp nails, he grabbed Kuchanzi from the air from a distance of more than a hundred feet!
All of a sudden.
The rolling magic power circulated violently from Wan Wuhen's body.
And in the sky between the two of them, the magic power condensed into a hundred-foot-long devil's claw!
This time, Wan Wuhen showed no scruples and directly thrust his claws into Kuchanzi's fan-shaped black light.
Kuchanzi was overjoyed when he saw this.
Wan Wuhen had a sneer on his lips.
next moment.
The devil's claws were not destroyed in the black light! Not even injured!
When Kuchanzi saw that his infinite calamity had failed, he immediately realized that Wan Wuhen was no longer the same as before, and ran away with a strange scream.
"Can you escape?" Wan Wuhen sneered.
The huge claws grabbed Kuchanzi into his hand.
Kuchanzi was in a panic and begged: "Lord of all donors, please spare the life of this poor monk."
"I shouldn't have provoked you. I know I was wrong."
"For the sake of your kindness and the fact that we both belong to the three saints of the three sects, please let this poor monk live."
Wan Wuhen was unmoved, and even looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "You can pretend in front of others, but how dare you pretend in front of me?"
"Then Lu Chen is not one of the Three Holy Sons? When you killed him, did you hesitate for a moment?"
"Hahahaha, Kuchanzi, we are all foxes on the same mountain. Who are you pretending to show?"
After saying this, Wan Wuhen immediately made a fist with his right hand.
At the same time, the huge claws suddenly tightened!
puff!
From the fingers of the devil's claws, Kuchanzi's flesh, blood, bones, and internal organs spurted out.
