Return from the second dimension

The Taoist Lone Star roared and slammed his fist into the void, as if he could blast the mountain to the point of collapse.

But that kind of breeze was invisible, even if it was hit by a fist, it didn't hurt at all.

There seemed to be a burst of laughter, coming from the wind, with a touch of contempt and sarcasm.

From the wounds on the devil's body, magma began to flow out continuously, like a waterfall of flames falling from the sky.

It makes people feel that this demon god who has just broken through the seal is made of magma.

"The dignified hand of the wind, unexpectedly attacked and calculated, it really is the style of the spirit world!"

Taoist Lone Star looked around and said in a cold voice.

"If you are not as skilled as others, don't be stubborn. If I were you, I would go back into the cell obediently, so as not to continue to be embarrassed and suffer!"

There was a spy voice in the wind, and his tone was full of mockery. The wound on Taoist Lone Star was obviously caused by this palm wind envoy.

In the other party's words, there was no respect at all, and he did not care about Lone Star Taoist's contempt.

"Fuck your mother's shit, dare to fight alone with Lao Tzu, and see if I will tear your stinky mouth!"

The Lone Star Taoist flew like a thunder, if it were not for him to fight against the gods in the dark clouds, it would not be possible to be successfully attacked by the opponent.

If you get cheap, you still sell well. Facing this kind of birdman, Lone Star Taoist can't bear it.

"Hee hee hee……"

The invisible existence doesn't care about Taoist Lone Star at all, just constantly making mocking laughter.

The existence in the dark clouds has already got rid of the crisis, and uttered a furious roar.

Just now when he fought against Taoist Lone Star, he had obviously suffered a dark loss, and he was eager to make up for it.

He only heard a thunderous sound, countless golden fireballs, tumbling and hitting the Taoist Lone Star.

Above these golden fireballs are full of rolling runes, like dazzling suns.

"Dare to play with fire in front of Lao Tzu, I am your ancestor!"

Lone Star Taoist sneered again and again, and waved his arms upwards, the rolling magma gathered into giant magma dragons and rushed towards the golden fireball.

The golden fireball tried to dodge, but the magma dragon kept chasing, and then swallowed it again.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a sudden cold wind blowing, as if it could freeze everything in the world.

The magma dragon that flipped and swam in the air, after being blown by this piercing cold wind, the flame on its body gradually extinguished, and then gradually became stiff.

Many flying magma dragons turned directly into a stone and fell from the sky.

With a muffled noise, he was completely shattered.

At the same time, the annoying laughter came from the sky again, still full of ridicule.

"Come on again, I really thought I could not cure you!"

Watching the magma dragons fall, the Taoist Lone Star hit the ground with both fists, and then the earth shook again.

A series of stone walls rose directly from the ground, completely sealing the surrounding ten kilometers.

It's not over yet, and all kinds of moss grew instantaneously on the 30-meter-high wall.

At the same time, there are flowers, trees, and vines constantly appearing on these tall walls.

The surrounding area of ​​the death arena has become a woodland garden that looks lush.

If you look closely at these trees, you will find abnormalities. The original trunks and leaves are covered with fine lines.

These are runes for setting wind and fire. As long as this rune is drawn, even if it is swept by a strong wind, it can still remain motionless.

With the appearance of walls and trees, the violent wind that had been raging suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Even if the wind swept outside, but within this wall, there was no trace of cold wind.

The magma dragon, which had been freezing and falling under the cold wind, became more active.

They chased the golden fireball in the sky, constantly devouring it, as if eating the most delicious food.

Outside the tall wall, in the biting cold wind, there was an angry roar.

The original ridicule and ridicule had turned into annoyance into anger, and the palm wind urged Xi to urge the gale to continuously attack.

The seemingly invincible Gangfeng, when facing this tree wall, was completely powerless.

Sure enough, all things are born in nature, and they must grow and restrain each other, as is the war between gods.

No matter how sharp the spearhead is, there must be a shield to resist it.

While the three gods were fighting, the monks watching the battle next to them also kept their eyes on.

"Master, this war between the gods is nothing more than that."

The tone of this sentence was slightly disapproving, and even slightly disappointed.

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful of being condemned by God!"

An old man next to him immediately rebuked loudly, with a panic expression on his face.

"Master, don't need to be nervous, what can I say?"

The monk disagrees, and is still arguing.

"Hey, stupid..."

The master is angry and annoyed. This big disciple is usually shrewd and arrogant, but he doesn't want to become so confused at a critical moment.

The gods are fighting at the side, but you are making random comments beside you.

As soon as this thought came up, I saw a golden fireball, which was swept away by the tail of a lava fire dragon.

Looking at the flight path of the fireball, it went straight to them.

"No, run away!"

When a group of monks saw this, they were dumbfounded, and they escaped without hesitation.

The monk who questioned the gods also dodged, and subconsciously looked behind him.

Then he saw with horror that the golden fireball was rushing straight to him.

Seeing this, the monk was so scared that he almost collapsed, and he turned desperately to dodge.

Unexpectedly, the golden fireball, as if it had eyes, chased him directly.

The cultivator was so frightened that he tried his best to dodge, for fear that he would be hit by this golden fireball.

But he found that no matter where he flew, the golden fireball always chased behind him.

No matter how you dodge, you can't get rid of it.

"Damn it, what's going on?"

The monk shouted in fright and anger, desperately searching for a solution to the problem.

With the strength he possesses, he can't carry the attack of the golden fireball hard, the only thing he can do is dodge.

Perhaps another way is to seek help from a companion.

The monk thought of this, and immediately looked not far away, where all his accomplices gathered.

"Master, save me!"

As the monk yelled, he immediately rushed towards the opponent.

When his master saw this, he was immediately taken aback and turned around without hesitation.

While escaping, he cursed loudly.

"You damn bastard, you provoke divine punishment by talking nonsense, and now you want the master to be buried with you.

With a bad mind and a terrible heart, I decided to expel you from the teacher's door now!"

Seeing a gracious master on weekdays running faster than a rabbit, the monk was full of desperate expressions.

As a result, his gaze shifted, and he saw a group of his juniors and hurriedly asked for help.

"Brother is in trouble, come here to help!"

When speaking, his tone remained the same as usual, as if it should be.

But I saw this group of brothers and sisters who usually obeyed, just like avoiding the plague god, faster than his master.

Not to mention just running away, like their master, cursing incessantly.

The meaning of the words is that he was punished for nonsense, but he still wanted to involve others in suffering.

With such a bad ideological quality, what qualifications do you have to become a senior?

Seeing everyone betrayed their relatives, the senior brother was desperate and fell into a state of extreme doubt about life.

He really didn't understand, why would he provoke such a divine punishment in a word?

The thought had just been born, the golden fireball had already smashed, and then there was a loud noise.

In the eyes of many monks, there was not much golden fireball, but it spread to a distance of nearly ten kilometers.

None of the monk's masters and brothers could escape, all of them turned into powder in the dazzling golden light.