"Lucky Dice has been enabled! Activate the negative effect!"

"The user's lucky value decreases, and the extreme doom body is transformed!"

"Efficient time: twenty-four hours! Countdown begins!"

Emperor Zhu Wu looked at Yu Si's head with a transparent hourglass, and there was a little demon with teeth and claws sitting on the hourglass...

However, only he could see this scene, and the melon-eating crowds next to him had no reaction.

Although I don’t know what extreme bad luck is, it’s a bad luck at first glance!

"Okay, I hope you don't flash your arms when you beat me up!"

Even if he used lucky dice, Emperor Zhu still did not expect anything from the battle process. The key is that his talent is so shameful and he has no attack power at all...

......

Seeing that Emperor Zhu Wu really ran over to challenge Huang Sixian's big eyes were filled with joy.

"I am really good... For me, I am not even afraid of the Holy Son of the Holy Church! The courage is commendable!"

But when he turned around, he was a little worried.

The Holy Church has a population of hundreds of millions, and there are tens of millions of awakened people alone. Among the younger generation, Yus is the brightest pearl. The peak of the 18-year-old elite is rare in the entire New Calendar world.

Moreover, it is said that if it weren't forcibly suppressing the realm for this trip to Yingzhou space, it would have long been able to break through to the master realm.

No matter how weird my younger brother's talent is, can he deal with him?

Moreover, his trick, which was suspected to be a elixir, was restrained by the holy light of the Holy Church...

She felt that she seemed a little impulsive, and was about to say something to stop her. Emperor Zhu Wu had already stomped again and waved to the other party: "Fight across the mountain..."

Before the word "Niu" came out, Yus had already sneered and held the scepter, and waved it gently: "Divine Punishment..."

When the words followed, a blood-red light suddenly flashed, and the awakened person from the Holy Church next to him suddenly applauded.

"His Son's divine grammar is truly perfect..."

"It's too strong. Even the Archbishop has to recite the secret curse. It's impossible to be so fast!"

"I am worthy of being the messenger of the Lord, tsk tsk tsk...that fat man is dead!"

"Haha, even if you don't die, you have to take off a layer of skin... That's God's punishment!"

"Uh...this, this is..."

"Son of the Holy Son..."

In just a moment, the cheers ceased.

Everyone watched His Highness the Holy Son wave his staff, and then the end of the staff was hooked on the belt of his white robe, and suddenly turned inward. The red light just broke away and shot straight towards his own face...

The three-foot-long scepter was held in the middle position, and the top was almost as flat as the face. It was so close that Yus couldn't react at all. A blood light floated in front of him, and a thin layer of holy light next to him flashed and then he let out a shrill scream.

God's punishment is an alien in God's grammar. In the Holy Church, it is used to punish those who violate the doctrine. Through the influence of spiritual illusions, the punishment can be tortured like hell. It is an application of spiritual talent.

With Yusi's hatred of Emperor Dazhu, he will naturally not be too light. His punishment technique contains three hallucinatory attacks, lingchi, skinning and blood boiling!

But now, it all fell on my own!

Although he was protected by the holy light, he slightly relieved the damage, but when did he taste such pain? For a moment, his whole body twitched. The blood vessels on his white and handsome face burst out, and his eyes were bulging out, and a hint of heat appeared in his blonde hair.

"Fuck, I'm self-harm before I even started fighting? This extreme doom body is so terrifying?"

Emperor Zhu Wu was also shocked. He remembered the remaining four lucky dices in the storage space. He made up his mind that this thing would be best to keep it for people in the future...

However, you can't miss the opportunity to hit the dog in the water. He didn't play anything else to beat the cow across the mountain, so he rushed over, swung his fist and smashed it towards Yus' nose.

Now, he is in the state of integration. Although he has no ability, talent and shame, his physical strength is real. There are always thousands of kilograms of this punch.

The beautiful boss told me that it would be better to disfigure the boy, and then just greet him in the face.

This little white-faced nose is tall and straight, and it can be compared with me. My Emperor classmate is very disgusted with it!

"This punch is a frank Yuntian, for the sake of the princess boss!"

"This punch is based on modesty, and I teach you not to show off at will!"

"This punch is the resentment of the otaku, for the girls behind you!"

"This punch...I don't know why, I just want to beat you up anyway!"

"This punch..."

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

Although Da Zhu Wuhuang was fat, he had no fat on his body, and it was full of energy. Naturally, he was not as stupid as an ordinary fat man. His speed and flexibility were completely incompatible with his body shape.

He actually underestimated himself a little. The primary marrow cleaning pill, so many resources, plus the Dragon God Pill, how could his physical strength be comparable to that of an ordinary fusion state?

The power of each punch can almost reach the level of the elite level. Even if it cannot reach the limit of 2,000 kilograms, it will be about 1,050.

What is the concept of a thousand five hundred kilograms of power concentrated on the fist? Even a piece of steel can make a pit...

But his fist is not a strengthened part of the deadly defense. Logically speaking, if he continues to smash like this, his opponent will naturally be miserable, but he will not be much better than that.

But strangely, every time he punches, there will always be a buffer in front of Yus, reducing his punching power. In fact, only a hundred kilograms can be put into practice, so naturally it will not cause much damage.

However, the scene was very intense. A round fat man swung his arms out of a phantom, his fist fell like raindrops. His Highness had no power to fight back, and his nose was bleeding, and his face was covered. How could he be so miserable?

"You, you... so brave!"

"Fatty! Stop!"

"Kill him!"

“…”

Next to him, a group of awakened people from the Holy See woke up after a moment of loss of consciousness, screaming and waving their scepters, but before they could take action, Huang Sixian, who had already bent over with a smile, shouted: "Who dares to move in a private duel! Xiao Zhanzi, please be sure, whoever dares to intervene will beat me!"

"Why is it me again?" Long Baizhan held a bitter face and grabbed the fiercest awakened person beside him, and whispered to the field. "His Son is protected by the Holy Light, nothing big... don't make it difficult for me to do!"

"It is true that the Holy Light protects you. This kind of physical damage is recovering very quickly, but His Holy Son has even been beaten out of his nose, right? Isn't it okay?"

That is the Holy Son of the Holy Church! He was actually ravaged like a quail that was wet in the rain and plucked hair. This is to be spread. Even if His Majesty the Pope is kind and generous, we entouragers will be torn to pieces by the believers...
Chapter completed!