Zhang Zhifeng's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the flying insects in the air. These were the golden-armored gods that his beast scripture had seen in Guangmu City's "Mengyao"! Zhang Zhifeng glanced out of the corner of his eye. The short spear in Jin's hand was condensed from the golden-armored gods!

"Even the golden-armored godworm, it shouldn't be able to stop my attack, right? Well? There are only a hundred, has it evolved?"

Zhang Zhifeng pursed his lips and looked at the golden beetles, and he had already guessed in his heart.

"What a pity, what a pity, the fairy lotus you are looking for in the Great Snow Mountain have been eaten by my divine insects. Your body is so strong, I really want to know how strong they will become after they devour you? Well? Haha... go!"

The cultivator of the Nine Death God skill deliberately said "sexy" and even threw a "smile look" when he was about to come. He looked the same as Zhang Zhifeng, but his skin was much whiter and smooth, and he looked a bit female-like. His appearance made Zhang Zhifeng very disgusted. He swears that he should never cover his skin white, absolutely not!

With the "going" from the cultivator of the Nine Death God's Art, hundreds of golden-armored gods rushed towards Zhang Zhifeng and Jinzi. Zhang Zhifeng quickly released the golden scales and waved them fiercely.

Slap sex!

Golden-armored gods hit the golden scales, but they just paused slightly and immediately flew in another direction.

Zhang Zhifeng waved the golden scales quickly to reach the state of "splashing water without entering", but for the golden-armored gods, this seemed nothing. They quickly broke through the barrier of the golden scales, and the skill shield set up by Zhang Zhifeng and the little beast was even more useful.

The golden-armored god worm soon came to Zhang Zhifeng and crawled on his skin.

Zhang Zhifeng was shocked, flew with both hands, and pinched the golden beetles one after another. He tried his best to squeeze them out directly, but he found that the little bug was too hard and could not hurt them at all.

Zhang Zhifeng had to throw them out fiercely, but in an instant, they all turned back!

What scared Zhang Zhifeng was that many golden beetles began to rush towards their eyes, ears, noses and mouths.

"Woo!"

Jin Zi let out a cry of pain. Zhang Zhifeng turned his head and saw that several golden beetles actually broke through the skin of the little beast and entered its body!

"Ah!" Zhang Zhifeng roared, feeling a loud noise in his ears. He knew that a golden beetle took the opportunity to enter his ear hole!

Thinking about the scene where these little bugs entered his body and destroyed them heavily, Zhang Zhifeng felt a numbness in his heart. He couldn't help but recall Meng Yao's honeycomb-like chest before, and even felt that his scalp was about to explode.

At this time, the gold had fallen to the ground, and the golden spear condensed from the golden beetles was swallowed by several golden beetles in a few breaths. More than a dozen golden beetles had entered the small beast's body, and the pain was so that it kept rolling on the ground, and tears flowed in its big eyes.

Zhang Zhifeng felt even more distressed when he saw it.

At this time, the cultivator of the Nine Death God who had been watching coldly from a distance seemed a little dissatisfied with the damage caused by the golden armored gods to Zhang Zhifeng. He hesitated for a moment. He muttered a few words lightly, and then more than ten golden beetles emerged from under his skin and joined the battle group.

The Nine Death God Cultivator who released the last dozen golden-armored gods worms shook his body, his face pale, and he was a little unsteady. The majestic armor also lost its original might and uprightness.

"Hurry, boy, don't worry about those bugs anymore, and attack him!" The voice of the jingling resounded eagerly in Zhang Zhifeng's mind.

Zhang Zhifeng seemed to have not heard it. He was still waving the golden scales desperately. For some reason, the golden beetles did not bite the golden scales.

Zhang Zhifeng glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw that he had already understood three or five points in his heart. He secretly prepared Moh's physical skills and was about to dodge to the other party for a sudden attack.

"Boy, if I guess correctly, he is a manifestation of the great success of the Nine Death God's Art. Now, he is a newly shaped body based on the golden beetle. His body is not stable enough. After releasing the golden beetle, he himself has reached the verge of collapse. At this time, it is just right to attack him!" The finger spirit directly conveyed the information to Zhang Zhifeng's heart through a thought, and it took almost no time.

Zhang Zhifeng no longer hesitated and immediately put on a strange position, twisting his waist three times in a row like noodles!

Swish!

Zhang Zhifeng disappeared directly!

The cultivator of the Nine Death God of Death, who was attracted by Zhang Zhifeng's strange movements, burst into his heart and was about to dodge, when a huge fist had already smashed his head!

As expected, as the spirit expected, the cultivator of the Nine Death God of Death had almost no defense ability except for a little skill protection and was killed by Zhang Zhifeng with a punch!

"You boy is so bloody!" Zhi Ling scolded with a smile.

However, Zhang Zhifeng asked anxiously, "Is he really the ninth dead? He can't be resurrected, right?"

"This?" Zhiling Lingwei thought. And Zhang Zhifeng had already flashed, picked up the little beast, and shouted with heartache: "Jinzi, how about it, is it okay?" He kept waving the golden scales with his other hand, shouting: "Get out, get out!"

The golden-armored god worm was still buzzing and flying around him.

"Let's do this, if you restrain his soul and let me melt it, he will never have a chance to be resurrected!" Zhiling suddenly gritted her teeth, with a little firmness in her voice.

"Soul-detaining, where to go?" Zhang Zhifeng asked hurriedly, and at the same time, nine-colored divine lights flew out and brushed around, rocks and ice were annihilated piece by piece. The body that the Nine-Death God Cultivator imitated Zhang Zhifeng's body, which was exactly the same as Zhang Zhifeng, was also annihilated by the nine-colored divine lights. However, the golden-armored divine insect was still not hurt!

"This insect is so powerful, and you are not even afraid of the nine-colored divine light. The insects that entered my body lurked in the blood and did not move. What's going on?" Zhang Zhifeng turned his mind and glanced at him, and saw the bodies of Zhang Binbin and the other two in the corner of the wall.

"His soul has indeed disappeared! It is absolutely impossible to be resurrected again! Don't worry, you don't have to let you conquer your soul." After a while of silence, the Zhiling suddenly made a sound, his voice full of ease and gratitude.

"Oh?" Zhang Zhifeng also breathed a sigh of relief. He believed in the finger spirit. After all, his soul power was stronger than the trolls at the time, and there was absolutely no possibility of making mistakes.

Zhang Zhifeng hugged the little beast with one hand, and observed the more than ten golden-armored gods who entered the little beast's body at all times, and asked anxiously: "What should I do with these insects? Also, what's going on with my three friends?"

"I don't know either." Zhiling was silent immediately.

Book.
Chapter completed!