Li Yundong shook his head and said, "Yasha is famous for swallowing all things, and this Yasha is not the real body of the human body. I'm afraid Zhang Ling's samadhi God thunder and fire can't help him."

While he was talking, he suddenly laughed wildly when he saw the God show on the field. His body was much stronger than before, as if he had absorbed the power of the samadhi god fire!

Everyone was shocked and said, "it's impossible! The samadhi gods burn everywhere. Why can the night fork ghost swallow and absorb?"

Zhang Ling also changed her face. She shouted, "what kind of monster are you? How can you swallow my samadhi fire!"

As soon as her voice fell, the benevolent mind on one side suddenly made a loud noise. He said, "Amitabha, please allow me to say a word!"

Zhang Ling turned his head and sneered, "what do you want to say?"

Merciful Nian smiled and said, "you Taoist friends in the Chinese cultivation world, my disciple Shenxiu is neither a monster nor a crooked way. He is the mountain guard King Kong in gaoye mountain, and also the yecha descendant of the eight dragons. He is the Buddhist dharma protector God. How can he be a monster?"

Then he said in a kind voice, "immortal Zhang, although your samadhi is really angry, you can't protect the Dharma god Buddha! Moreover, this is originally a fair practice battle, which is a matter between the younger generations. As an elder, immortal Zhang, why do you intervene in it? Is it because you lose and become angry? I think the dignified first religion is not so narrow-minded?"

Zhang Ling glared at CI Nian angrily. She thought secretly and said to herself: this Japanese devil is right. If I lose, we Zhengyi will suffer a great loss this time!

Thinking of this, the boiling flame on Zhang Ling's God slowly subsided. She turned her head and said coldly, "who is a practitioner willing to compete with this God show?"

At this time, the people saw that Shenxiu, a green faced and ferocious looking night fork ghost, even swallowed Zhang Ling's samadhi god fire. For a moment, they were afraid and looked at each other.

Seeing this, Shenxiu sneered and said, "hum, come up if you want to. Are you afraid?"

The people were excited by him and were all angry. Wang Lingfei stood up. He shouted, "I'll come!"

The practitioners of Zhengyi sect shouted one after another: "elder martial brother Wang, teach this arrogant guy a good lesson!"

Zhang Ling glanced at him, nodded secretly, and whispered to him, "yecha has infinite power. Don't get close to him, and don't hit him with spells. Yecha is a mountain god. I suspect he has spell immunity. I think only magic weapons can kill him!"

Wang Lingfei nodded. Before he came on the stage, he turned his head and looked at Li Yundong. He secretly said: unexpectedly, the magic weapon I refined to deal with Li Yundong was used on the little devil. What a pity!

Wang Lingfei snorted. He went to the field and took out a half foot short sword from behind with his backhand.

The people saw that the short sword was red, shorter than the long sword, but much longer than the dagger. In addition, it didn't seem strange.

God Xiu looked at it and laughed and said, "such a short sword? Your three emperor sword and seven star sword are all in my bag. Will you give me another one now?"