The phantom appears quickly and disappears even faster, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
This makes many people think that it is their own illusion.
As if sensing something, the Bull Demon King turned his head and glanced at Jiang Wenming, but saw nothing.
"I am the Bull Demon King!"
The sound is like thunder, shaking in all directions.
Before he even made a move, he had already taken advantage of him. The giant ax in his hand was covered with a layer of magic flame and struck towards Hercules.
Although this attack seemed slow, it gave Hercules the feeling that he would be hit no matter how he dodges.
It was as if what was attacking him was not the giant axe, but the whole world.
There is no way to avoid it!
Hercules' muscles bulged, he raised his wooden stick and faced him.
"boom!"
The world was deafened, and Hercules' body was like a fly, being chopped directly into the ground by the giant axe.
The ring was completely split in half by this axe, revealing a bottomless crack.
The power of one blow is so terrifying!
After a while.
The figure of Heracles jumped out from the ground, his body intact and full of fighting spirit.
"war!"
Hercules roared angrily and rushed towards the Bull Demon King.
The wooden stick in his hand was rendered golden yellow by divine power, and it collided heavily with the Bull Demon King.
"Bang!"
The body retreated dozens of meters before barely stopping the force.
At this time, he has adapted to the Bull Demon King's attack. If the other party uses the same method again, it will no longer cause any harm to him.
However, the Bull Demon King seemed to have forgotten this matter, swinging the giant ax in his hand like a tiger.
Time and time again, he struck Hercules' stick.
"Crack!"
The club was finally split, and the ax fell on Hercules without causing him any harm.
"Colosseum!"
Hercules threw away the wooden stick in his hand, waved the chain wrapped around his arm, and formed a circle around the two of them.
A Colosseum similar to that of ancient Rome appeared.
Hercules was ready to try with his bare hands.
Seeing this, the Bull Demon King directly slammed the giant ax into the floor at his feet.
He chose to engage in physical combat with the opponent.
Jiang Wenming gritted his teeth as he looked at it. The Bull Demon King was about to give up his advantage.
Without the blessing of weapons, how would he fight against Hercules who was immune to similar attacks?
But the Bull Demon King soon told him.
Pure physical combat, you punch me and kick me, comparing your own strength and ability to resist blows.
Although the Bull Demon King is physically strong, Hercules is not much weaker than him, and he is also immune to damage.
Soon, the Bull Demon King was beaten with bruises all over his body.
Although Hercules suffered many attacks, he didn't have a single scratch.
"No, I can't just watch. I have to do something."
He actually wanted to enter the ring and use his combined abilities.
But this method requires the Bull Demon King to actively cooperate. If the other party doesn't cooperate, there is nothing he can do.
But looking at the Bull Demon King's performance at this time, it was obvious that his stubbornness was rising.
It is impossible to cooperate with him.
"I remember that when I saw him coming earlier, there were a few people around him. They should be Princess Iron Fan and Red Boy. How about asking them to persuade him?"
Jiang Wenming thinks this method should be useful.
Pull out a hair and let it become yourself and go to the Pantheon to bring reinforcements.
Although Princess Iron Fan's deity has not appeared, Red Boy's has appeared, and the same goes for contacting him.
The only pity is that gods and monsters like them live in the Cave Heaven Paradise, and they can't go there without coordinates.
Otherwise, face-to-face persuasion has a higher success rate.
The clone came to the Pantheon, found Red Boy's shrine, lit a stick of incense, and began to call the other person's name in his heart.
After a while, the green smoke condensed into the outline of a child.
"Why are you calling me the king?"
Hong Hai'er's spiritual thoughts came and he looked at Jiang Wenming with an arrogant expression.
"Your father is dying, can you please persuade him?"
"Your father is about to die! If you dare to scold me, believe it or not, I will spit fire and burn you to death!"
"..."
"Go and call your mother, I have something to say to her."
"What do you want to do? Do you want to catch my mother's attention while my father is not here? I tell you not to even think about it."
"..."
Jiang Wenming was speechless for a while, as he seemed unable to communicate with this little kid.
Just when he didn't know how to speak, a crack suddenly appeared in the Pantheon.
Two beautiful faces were revealed inside, as well as... a little kid.
Jiang Wenming recognized the other party's identity the moment he saw him.
If not Princess Iron Fan, who are they?
"This junior has met Princess Iron Fan."
In terms of status, he is higher than Princess Iron Fan, but in terms of seniority, he should call her aunt.
After all, this is the person who even Sun Wukong would call sister-in-law. He is also half of Sun Wukong's disciples, so he naturally has to bow to his younger generation.
"Oh, you actually recognize me?"
Princess Iron Fan was a little surprised. She rarely appeared in public. Not to mention the mortals nowadays, even some gods and monsters of the same period, few people recognized her.
Jiang Wenming revealed her identity, which made her look at Jiang Wenming twice.
"The name of the princess, I also learned from my mentor. He said that your country is beautiful, graceful and noble, a good wife and mother, considerate... ahem... meaning. Just one look at it will make it difficult for people to forget."
Jiang Wenming almost accidentally got on the highway.
Fortunately, he changed his story in time and did not cause a car accident.
"Who is your master? Could it be that he has some relationship with me?"
Princess Iron Fan was a little confused and couldn't remember for a moment that her old friend had accepted her as a disciple.
"My mentor is the Monkey King, the Monkey King."
Jiang Wenming's face turned red and his heart stopped beating, and he began to peel off the tiger's skin for himself.
After all, the Seventy-Two Transformations and Somersault Cloud have been passed down to him, so it makes sense for him to turn to Sun Wukong as his backer, right?
"What? You are the disciple of that smelly monkey!"
When Princess Iron Fan heard this, her eyebrows stood up and she glared at Jiang Wenming.
"..."
Listening to this tone, it seems that she is out of luck. Could it be that she is really having an affair with Sun Wukong?
Jiang Wenming was speechless for a while. He couldn't be so unlucky, could he?
Seeing that Jiang Wenming seemed to be frightened and stopped talking, Princess Iron Fan suppressed her anger, lowered her tone and asked: "Why didn't your master come in person, and instead asked one of your disciples to come forward?"
"Well, this has nothing to do with my master. The main thing is that I want to see you."
Jiang Wenming spoke quickly, fearing that the other party would misunderstand something again.
"You're looking for me? What's the matter?"
Princess Iron Fan frowned slightly, a little confused.
"I would like to ask the princess to persuade the Bull Demon King to merge with me. If I delay it any longer, I'm afraid my life will be..."
Jiang Wenming did not continue because he believed that the other party could understand what he meant.
"Oh, I remembered. You are the favored one of the gods in the mythical arena. Do you think Lao Niu will lose?"
Princess Iron Fan asked in an unhappy tone.
How should Jiang Wenming respond to this?
She can't say her husband is bad in front of the other person, right?
What if Princess Iron Fan said to him, "You go ahead, you go ahead." That would be so embarrassing.
