Chapter 3051： Gods cannot be questioned

The Lone Star Daoist roared and smashed his fist into the void, as if he could blow the mountains to collapse.

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

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

In the wound on the demon god, magma began to flow out continuously, like a flame waterfall falling from the sky.

There is a feeling that this demon **** who has just broken through the seal is formed by the condensation of magma.

"Don't be in the palm of his hand, actually secretly attacking secret calculations, it really is the spirit style of the spirit world!"

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

"Don't talk hard if you are not as good as others. If I were you, I would obediently go back into the cell, so as not to continue to suffer embarrassment!"

The voice of the spy came from the wind, and the tone was full of mockery. The wound on the Lone Star Daoist was obviously caused by the applause.

In the other party's words, there is no respect for it, and they also don't care about the contempt of the Lone Star Taoist.

"Fuck your mother's shit, dare to fight alone with Laozi, see me not to tear your stinky mouth!"

The Lone Star Taoist jumped like thunder, and if he didn't play against the gods in the dark clouds, he could not be successfully attacked by the other party.

After getting a bargain, they are good sellers. In the face of this kind of birdman, the Lone Star Taoist can't stand it.

"Hee hee hee……"

The invisible existence ignores the Lone Star Taoist at all, and just keeps making mocking laughter.

The existence in the dark clouds has escaped the crisis and has roared angrily.

Just now, when he was fighting with the Lone Star Taoist, he obviously suffered a loss, and he was eager to find a replacement at this moment.

Just listening to the sound of a thunderous thunder, countless golden fireballs rolled and hit the Lone Star Taoist.

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

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

Lone Star Taoist sneered again and again, his arms waved upwards, and the rolling magma converged into a magma dragon, rushing towards the golden fireball.

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

Unexpectedly, at this moment, suddenly a cold wind blew, as if to freeze everything in the world.

After the magma dragon that flipped and swimed in the air was blown by this bone-chilling wind, the flame on his body gradually extinguished, and then gradually became stiff.

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

With a muffled sound, it was completely shattered.

At the same time, the annoying laughter came again from the air, still with a strong sarcasm.

"I'll do some small actions again, I really think I can't cure you!"

Watching the giant magma dragons fall, the Lone Star Taoist hit the ground with two fists, and then saw the earth shake again.

Stone walls rose directly from the ground and completely closed the surrounding ten kilometers.

This is not over yet. I saw a wall of more than 30 meters high, which was instantly covered with various moss.

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

Around the death arena, it has become a woodland garden, which looks lush.

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

These are the runes that set the wind and fire, and as long as the runes are drawn, even if the wind is swept, they can still stay still.

With the emergence of walls and trees, the raging wind that suddenly raged suddenly disappeared.

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

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

They chase the golden fireballs in the sky and engulf them constantly, as if they are eating the most delicious food.

Outside the tall walls, an angry roar came from the bitter cold wind.

The original sarcasm has turned into anger and anger, and the palm wind caused Xi to urge the wind to continue to strike.

The seemingly indestructible gang wind, in the face of this wall of trees, could do nothing at all.

Sure enough, everything is born, and it must be a symbiosis, and so is the war between the gods.

Even if the spearhead is sharp, there must be a shield to resist.

While the three gods were fighting, the monks who watched the battle next to them also watched intently.

"Master, this war between the gods, it seems so."

The tone in this sentence, with a hint of disapproval, even faintly disappointed.

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

An old man next to him immediately scolded loudly, his face full of panic.

"Master, don't be nervous, what can you say?"

The monk disagreed, still stubbornly quibbling.

"Hey, stupid ..."

The master is angry and annoyed. This big disciple is shrewd and arrogant on weekdays, but he does not want to become so confused at a critical moment.

The gods are fighting next to you, but you are judging casually by the side.

As soon as this thought rose, I saw a golden fireball, which was pumped away by the tail of a magma fire dragon.

Looking at the fireball's flight path, they came straight to them.

"No, run away!"

Seeing this, a group of monks suddenly stunned and fled without escape.

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

Then he saw in horror that the golden fireball was rushing straight at him.

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

Who would have expected that golden fireball, but as if he had grown his eyes, he chased him directly.

The monk was so terrified that he tried his best to avoid it, fearing that he would be hit by this golden fireball.

But he found that no matter where he was flying, the golden fireball was always chasing behind him.

It is impossible to get rid of anyhow.

"Damn it, what's going on?"

The monk roared with horror and anger, and at the same time struggled to find a solution to the problem.

With the strength he has, he can't carry the golden fireball's attack at all, and the only thing he can do is dodge.

Perhaps there is another way to seek peer assistance.

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

"Master save me!"

While shouting, the monk rushed towards the other party immediately.

Upon seeing this, his master was shocked immediately, turned around without hesitation and ran.

While escaping, he was still cursing loudly.

"You **** bastard, provoked the punishment by nonsense, and now want the master to be buried with you.

I have a bad mind, and my heart can be taken away, I decided to expel you from the teacher now! "

Seeing a kind-hearted master who runs faster than a rabbit on weekdays, the monk's face was all desperate.

As a result, his eyes turned, and he saw a group of his brothers, and he quickly asked for help.

"Brother, you are in trouble, hurry and come to the rescue!"

When speaking, his tone is still the same as usual, and it seems to be reasonable.

But I saw this group of brothers and sisters who listened to the usual words, just like avoiding the **** of plague.

He didn't just run away, and he kept cursing like his master.

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

With such bad ideological quality, what is the qualification to become a brother?

Seeing the betrayal of their relatives, the brothers were desperate and fell into a state of extreme suspicion of life.

He really couldn't figure it out, why would he provoke such a punishment in one sentence?

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

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

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