Chapter 5749: I want to watch the local tyrants turn into turtles

The holy realm battle on the Eastern Moon Plain is still continuing.
The great master of Qitianmen formation, Wang Zhan's new servant Tianmeng made a move. He directly released the purgatory demon snake in the Hunyuan Demon Orb. The huge demon snake was like a mountain, blocking the Nine Masters and the others.
Jiujue Holy Master, Heavenly Evil Hall Master, Zihuo ancestor, Dongxuan Mountain Master, they were just ashamed.
There is no hope for the nine great saints to escape, so there are only two options, one is to directly admit the counsel, kneel and lick Wang Zhan, and let Wang Zhan spare their lives.
The second choice is a deadly battle, and the result is a heroic death without any suspense. The second choice of the nine great holy realm bosses will only end up with one, that is, death.
Hard work to cultivate to the holy realm, hard work to become a generation of hegemonic existence, who wants to die?
Just when they wanted to recognize and lick Wang Zhan on their knees, Wang Zhan wanted to play a small game with them.
They only need to kill Tian Ming and Qing Nu to live.
Tian Ming is the descendant of the Great Emperor of the East Ji, his master Wuchu Ji is the ruler of the East Ji, the ancestor of Zihuo, Tian Jiuling and they hesitated.
However, they soon made a wise choice.
Jiujue Holy Master, the ancestor of the purple fire, they directly killed the green slave.
"go to hell!"
"boom!"
The ancestor of the purple fire spit out the real fire directly at the green slave.
This is the true fire that the ancestor Zihuo has cultivated for a lifetime. It is so powerful that it burns so much that the void is distorted.
"Om!"
Tian Jiuling directly sacrificed the sky shaking hammer.
"Rumble..."
A chaotic and mighty sacred mountain appeared directly above Qing Nu's head and smashed down towards Qing Nu.
Master Dongxuan shot.
Tianxie Hall sacrifices ten thousand gods banners, Jiujue holy master sacrifices Jiujieshishidao, Tongtian Louzhu also secretly releases soul-killing needles, the immeasurable sword of the immeasurable sword master splits the void.
The devilish energy of the skull and crossbones presented by the Shadow Demon Lord surpassed the sky, breathed out the devilish fire, and swallowed it towards the blue slave, and the horror shadow appeared in the devilish energy.
The eight great holy realm bosses shot with all their strength, shaking the world.
The green slave was instantly enveloped by the power of the eight great holy realm bosses, and there was no chance to escape.
"Tear the world apart!"
The green slave roared, he was desperate, he frantically spurred the power of the ice spirit claws, and countless claws were torn out in all directions.
The dull impact sounded, and the monstrous purple fire was directly dissipated by the mighty power of the cold from the ice god's claws.
The seven sacred objects were actually blocked.
"puff!"
The green slave spurted out a mouthful of blood.
The eight great sacred realm lords shot at the same time with all their strength, even if the blue slave possessed the highest combat power of the sacred realm, it still suffered a great impact.
"Hey, don't you make a move? Defeat eight of them, and you will survive."
Wang Zhan faced Tianming Dao surrounded by the Nine Profound Sage Lord, Mingyang Sage Lord, Black God Lingling Lord and others.
"you……"
That anger of Tian Ming, who is he? He is the seventh disciple under the seat of Emperor Wuchuji. Before this, except for Master, who would dare to be presumptuous in front of him?
Tian Ming was shocked and uncertain, he did not look at Wang Zhan, but at Gu Fei.
Wang Zhan was just a little god-level monk. In Tian Ming's eyes, he was inferior to the ants. His real scruples were Gu Fei.
"It seems you don't want to live anymore."
Wang Zhan sneered.
"What do you say? Can you call the shots?"
Tian Ming said coldly, as the seventh disciple under the seat of Emperor Wuchuji, he is much more spineless than his senior brother Feng San.
Wang Zhan glanced at his master Gu Fei subconsciously.
Gu Fei nodded slightly.
Wang Zhan was overjoyed and said to Tian Ming: "I spit and pit one by one, do you think Laozi's words count."
"Okay! That's what you said."
As Tian Meng said, he turned and walked towards the battlefield.
Saint Master Jiuxuan and they quickly let go.
"I want to see what the Jidi descendants have."
Wang Zhan hugged his hands and said coldly.
"Come on, it's open, it's open, it's a bet, eight on two, whoever wins, come to bet!"
The fat man yelled.
"Fat man, are you not afraid of losing your pants?"
Wang Zhan smiled.
"What are you afraid of, I have some treasures."
"If you have the ability, win all the treasures of Lao Tzu."
Fatty said with a wave of his right hand, and dozens of Taoist treasures with aura soaring to the sky appeared directly in the void, floating in front of him.
"Oh, I don't see that Fatty is a local tyrant!"
Wang Zhan said unexpectedly after writing.
When the people around saw the fat man suddenly showing off his wealth, they couldn't help but jealous.
Although Fatty's more than a dozen Taoist treasures are not Taoist rhyme treasures, they are also men's Taoist tools, and any one of them can move the holy realm master.
At this moment, the fat man waved his hand again and took away these Taoist implements directly.
"How?"
The fat man said triumphantly.
"Haha, Fat Master wants to play, how can we not play with Fat Master?"
Wang Zhan directly took out the Dao Yun blade that Gu Fei gave him.
"This……"
The fat man was surprised and delighted when he saw this, this is the treasure of Tao Yun.
"You gamble on all this stuff?"
Fatty was so excited. When Gu Fei gave Dao Yun blades to everyone before, Fatty was hit and flew out by Gu Fei, so everyone benefited, but he didn't.
This made him extremely depressed.
Now that Wang Zhan actually took out Dao Yun blade to bet with him, how could he be unhappy?
"Haha, this leaf of mine is on top of all your Taoist artifacts."
Wang Zhan smiled.
"Yes Yes Yes……"
The fat man nodded repeatedly.
"Then who do you win?"
The fat man asked quickly.
"Of course I pressed Bao on those eight guys."
Wang Zhan glanced at the battlefield in the distance and said.
At this moment, the eight great saints surrounded the Qing Slave in a fierce attack. The beaten Slave jumped up and down, embarrassed, vomiting blood constantly, and he was about to receive a box lunch.
The situation is so obvious, do you still need to choose?
"Hey, let me press Bao on those two people!"
The fat man looked at Wang Zhan meaningfully and said.
Wang Zhan was a little surprised and said, "Since you want to lose, I can't help it!"
At this time, the Black God Ridge Lord, Nine Profound Sage Lord, Tianwu Sage Lord, Meng He, as well as the Great Elder of Jinyang Sacred Land and Mingyang Sage, all joined in.
The Heavenly Martial Lord, Meng He, and the Nine Profound Lords all suppress the treasures of the Eight Great Sacred Realms.
The Mingyang Saints, the Great Elder of the Golden Sun Sacred Land and the Black God Ridge Lord hesitated, and also suppressed the Eight Great Sacred Realms.
"Fuck, you guys are the rhythm of ruining my family!"
The fat man was dumbfounded, he never thought that everyone would press the eight great holy realms, and no one would press the treasure on the two fellows Tian Ming and Qing Nu.
"Hey, fat man, I like to watch local tyrants turn into turtles."
Wang Zhan smiled.
"The local tyrant has turned into a turtle?"
The fat face twitched a few times.
Gu Fei couldn't help but smile upon hearing this.
At this time, seeing the Qing slave about to be killed by the eight great holy realm bosses, Tian Ming finally made a move.