Chapter 442

Before, Li Changsheng had the strength to kill the strong in the King Kong realm.

Now, with the continuous improvement of his realm, Li Changsheng can fight and kill even several strongmen in the realm of King Kong at the same time.

The elders of Wushen sect are the most powerful, but they are just a congenital environment, which is no different from mole ants in Li Changsheng's eyes.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several dull voices sounded.

The elders and deacons who rushed up just now fell from the sky like dumplings.

And Li Changsheng still stood in the position he had just taken, and he didn't move his steps from beginning to end.

"Hiss!"

Many disciples of Wushen cult who came to hear the news took a breath when they saw this scene.

Even the leader of the sorceress cult stared wide and was full of surprise.

"This guy looks like he's only in his twenties. How can he be so strong? Is he the reincarnation of a super expert and a person with Su Hui?"

The so-called Su Hui means that a person has the memory of his previous life.

Many Taoist masters have special methods in the field of gods and souls, so that they still have the memory of the first life when they are the second.

Such people often know how to cultivate as soon as they are born, and as soon as they embark on the road of cultivating immortals, they advance by leaps and bounds like riding the wind and waves. At a very young age, they can cultivate to the level that others can cultivate for decades, but such people are a minority after all.

Only those who are close to land gods can do it.

"What about father?"

Su Yue saw the leader of the Wushen cult in a daze and asked anxiously.

More than a dozen top witches and gods fought together, but they couldn't help Li Changsheng, which gave her a further understanding of Li Changsheng's strength.

The cult leader snorted coldly.

"Even if it's the reincarnation of a super strong man, so what? Come to my Wushen cult and let you go."

I saw the cult leader cold hum, step forward and shout: "array!"

I saw numerous figures from all directions and gathered behind the cult leader.

Each of them had real Qi flowing, which finally turned into a black fog and integrated into the body of the cult leader.

These are the witch soldiers of the cult leader. There are 7749 people in total. The strength of each witch soldier is much stronger than the belly snake killed by Li Changsheng.

The strength of so many people gathered together, and the momentum of the cult leader was rising.

"I'd like to see what's strange about the art of witch soldiers?"

Li Changsheng raised his palm, turned it into a huge handprint and took it directly.

"Boom!"

A palm falls, as if with the power of heaven and earth.

In front of the cult leader, a long knife was formed from the black fog and greeted Li Changsheng's handprint.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several explosions, the long knife condensed from black fog under the palm of his hand, was directly broken.

At the same time, the powerful force fell down, and more than a dozen witch soldiers behind the cult leader exploded into a blood mist.

The leader of the sorcery and divinity cult is just the peak of the innate realm. With the help of the power of the sorcery soldiers, he has barely reached the strength of the early stage of the King Kong realm. How can he stop Li Changsheng's attack.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that more than a dozen witch soldiers had died in the twinkling of an eye after their painstaking training, the cult leader was very distressed and angry in his eyes.

He suddenly tore open his clothes on his chest, cut a wound with his fingers in his heart, and then pulled out a palm sized dagger.

"I watered this witch knife with my painstaking efforts. I will kill you today."

The voice of the leader of Wuxin cult is extremely cold.

At the moment when the knife appeared, his whole body seemed to dry up, his skin suddenly became wrinkled, and his body narrowed a circle, but his dangerous smell was stronger.

"Go to hell!"

The cult leader suddenly threw out the machete in his hand. The machete was the size of a palm of a hand and changed into a big machete of three meters in an instant. He cut off Li Changsheng with a breath of terror.

"This is the original life witch knife watered by the sect leader with painstaking efforts. Few people can stop it in the world today."

The eyes of all the wounded elders showed excitement.

"The witch blade is the strongest holy weapon that can be inherited by every leader of the cult. This boy surnamed Li thinks he has some strength, so he dares to despise our cult. Once the cult leader makes this unique move, he will break his head and bleed blood."

The three elders, who were also injured, had a gloomy face at the moment. They wanted Li Changsheng to be cut to pieces the next moment.

The face of the leader of the cult of witchcraft was also sneered.

Such a blow, even the top strongman in the King Kong realm should avoid the edge for the time being.

"Ha ha! A pearl of rice!"

With a disdainful smile, Li Changsheng evolved the giant handprint again and pressed it down.

I saw that with the falling of the big handprint, the air was compressed.

The huge palm roared down from the sky and directly patted on the witch knife.

"Click!"

It is known as the inheritance treasure of Wushen sect in the past dynasties. This life treasure knife, which has been watered by the leader of Wushen sect for more than 30 years, is easily broken into two sections.

The cult leader of Wushen cult "Tengteng" stepped back three steps, spewed a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and the whole person seemed to be dozens of years old.

Benming's sword blends with his flesh and blood. It has long been like a part of his body. It prospers and loses with his body.

Now being broken by Li Changsheng is like breaking his bones.

"How could this happen?"

The cult leader stared at Li Changsheng with horror and disbelief in his eyes.

This is the end he never thought of.

In the field, other high-level leaders of Wushen cult were even more shocked. The leader of Wushen cult has always been like a God in their hearts, and now he has lost.

"This man is young but so powerful. Is it that God wants to kill my witchcraft?"

Cried an elder, filled with despair.

"It seems that he is really the reincarnation of the immortal figure, otherwise he would never be so powerful."

"Go together and protect the master."

There were still more than thirty witch soldiers who turned into dark shadows and rushed up to Li Changsheng.

But even the leader of the Witch and God cult was defeated. How could Li Changsheng pay attention to this group of witch soldiers.

Li Changsheng didn't even lift his eyelids, but took a gentle step forward.

Suddenly, like an earthquake, the hall began to shake violently, and then the invisible force passed from the soles of Li Changsheng's feet to the ground in all directions.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The witch soldiers who rushed up were shocked and flew out before they could get close, and exploded into blood fog in the air.

In the twinkling of an eye, none of the witch soldiers cultivated by the cult leader died.

the whole army was wiped out.

The whole hall fell into silence, and only the rich smell of blood was floating.