Chapter 837

A group of people had not yet flown out of the range of the aurora mountains when they suddenly found a figure in front of them.

The man was dressed in a black robe and stood on the treetop. His eyebrows and eyes were filled with endless heroic spirit. He looked arrogant and domineering.

"I wanted to lead out the boss, but I didn't want to wait until Lao ba."

The voice was not loud, even very light, but it penetrated strangely in all directions, as if the whole mountain was echoing his whisper.

The old eight gods suddenly stagnated and stared at the man in black robe. His lips were tight and his hands trembled slightly. After a long time, he said in a deep voice, "your gratitude and resentment have nothing to do with the disciples. Let them go first."

Wang Po twisted his neck: "if you win me, let them go. If you don't win me, everyone will die!"

"Eight elders..."

"Eight elders, you go first. We'll hold them!"

"Let's hold the devil. Go find the second elder. He hasn't gone far yet. Come back and save us!"

Eight elders are righteous, and the following disciples are also very righteous, shouting and jumping at Wang Po.

Wang looked at the group of disciples, no different from the mole ants who were killed. A cold and arrogant radian came up at the corners of his mouth: "I only promised the shopkeeper not to kill the top, but I didn't include you."

Brush!

A disciple of the Ming wangzong, whose whole body was shining with black light, leaped to him. His palm was red like luotie, sending out a strong momentum and chopping at the king.

"Big burning hand..."

Wang Po smiled and called to break the other party's moves, and then let the other party's hand knife cut on his chest.

The hot palm broke through the black robe and hit a wall like steel. Then the power surged back, a series of clicks sounded, and the palm twisted into a chicken claw.

"Ah!"

A shrill scream sounded.

The master of the big burning hand held the waste palm and retreated again and again. His eyes looking at Wang Po were like a devil crawling out of the nether world, scared and scary.

The others subconsciously stopped.

How else?

In the ancient records of Ming wangzong, the description of the growing demon king body is only four words: invincible in the world!

Wang Po pulled out a leaf and chewed it gently in his mouth. The slight bitterness spread in his mouth. After the taste disappeared, he vomited it out again.

"You don't even have the qualification to let me do it!"

Old eight came forward and stood in front of the disciples. His expression had completely calmed down and said, "don't be afraid. If he is really invincible in the world, he won't wait for me and several other elders to appear again. It's obvious that he also has scruples."

"Eight elders, your head seems to work better than before." Wang Po smiled.

Old eight waved to the disciples to step back, gently took off his clothes and robes, revealed his strong and burly figure, and said in a deep voice: "the Ming wangzong has only the soul of war death, no fugitives, and the demon king's body has not been seen for tens of thousands of years. I have to experience it today!"

"Come on."

Wang Po waved to Lao ba. He looked relaxed and moved carelessly, just like a dog waving its tail to beg for food on the street.

Old eight's face flashed a thick color of humiliation and roared. His body expanded like a balloon and turned into a giant as big as a house in the blink of an eye.

Wang Po shook his head and said mercifully, "among the eight brothers, your talent is not bad, but because of brain problems, you can only practice the giant magic power at the end of the twelve Tiangang. It's really pathetic."

"I killed you!"

Old eight couldn't hear people say he was stupid, let alone the enemy said it in a contemptuous tone that couldn't be ignored. The giant body pressed forward and patted it with a palm bigger than the door board.

The strong wind roared, and the big tree under Wang Po's feet was penetrated by the strong wind, bursting out all over the sky branches, leaves and sawdust, but he himself seemed to be nailed there, motionless.

When the giant palm falls, there is not only great power and magical powers, but also the rules of the Tao.

Wang Po made only one move and raised his fist.

Erect,

Fist!

The difference between a small fist and a huge palm hit head-on is very obvious, but when they collide, it's like a table tennis ball hitting a table tennis racket and bouncing out.

It was a huge palm that bounced off.

"Roar!"

Old eight roared hard, but he couldn't control his huge body. He staggered back, breaking countless branches, and finally sat down with him.

"This..."

"Even the giant magic power is not the opponent of the demon king body!"

"Is the demon king really invincible?"

"Eight elders are not opponents at all."

In the terrified discussion of the Ming wangzong disciples, Wang Po fell to the ground slowly. He seemed to enjoy being respected and scared. He smiled and said, "stand up, eight elders. Our battle has just begun."

Old eight climbed up from the ground, and there was another shaking of the earth and mountains. He said coldly, "the demon king's body is really strong, but the giant magic power is left by the immortal, which you can despise?"

As he said this, his hands behind his back trembled violently.

"I don't mean to look down on the immortal magic power. I just look down on you."

Wang Po Dao waved to Lao Ba again and motioned him to attack. He was still in a casual attitude, as if he was facing a dog on the street.

Old eight roared, put his hands in front of him and pinched the complex and unspeakable formula.

With the Dharma formula, old eight's two arms expanded. Perhaps because of the speed, a large amount of blood flew from his shoulder.

Wang Po watched with interest.

Just listen to the "stabbing" sound, old eight's shoulders grow several arms, accompanied by red blood splashing, and the newly grown arms flash platinum black light.

"One, two... Six, six arms," Wang Po curiously counted the number of old eight's arms, and then showed a puzzled look, "is it three heads and six arms? Why is there only one head?"

The magic power of old eight is indeed three heads and six arms, but he has not yet reached home, so he can only barely produce six arms, but the three heads have not yet landed.

When talking about three heads and six arms, many people subconsciously think that this is Nezha's gift.

In fact, three heads and six arms, as a powerful and widely circulated magic power, are not exclusive to anyone. In ancient records, many immortals practice this magic power.

Nezha was a. In addition, the great sage and Erlang Zhenjun all practiced.

The three heads and six arms of Lao BA's cultivation are different from those of immortals. It is an evolution of giant magic power, but it is also powerful enough to more than double its combat power.

"Eight elders, good!"

"Three heads and six arms, the legendary immortal means, I'm afraid I won't lose the demon king's body."

"We are saved."

Ming wangzong disciple was very excited, and Wang Po was also a little excited. He gently moved his hands and feet and said, "it's finally worth my shot, immortal magic power... Hey hey."

After the words, Wang Po stepped on the ground and disappeared.

Dong!

The mountain seemed to tremble.

Those disciples who couldn't keep up with Wang Po's actions looked at the ground that the other party had just stepped on and showed a dull look.

A footprint is deeply embedded in the hard rock. Taking this as the center, Spider Network Cracks spread hundreds of meters around, and all the rocks are broken.