Wei Cheng died with only a set of bones, and naturally did not have the digestive organs of a living person, so the food he ate would not be digested, but would only turn into soul nourishment and fuse with him. His "belly" is a fighting beast.

The souls of these ingredients will be trapped here forever by him, and they will feel the torment of immortality with him.

There are also some special things among the hundreds of ingredients.

That is the owner of the face on his chest.

The culprit who deceived him and trapped him in this place!

Her meat was very refreshing, with a woody fragrance. It was the most satisfying ingredient that Wei Cheng had ever found. Her soul, which had been in pain for more than a hundred years after her death, was soothed. Unfortunately, she has never seen her again since then. Many years have passed.

, still makes him think about it deeply.

As he spoke, he stared at Jimo Qiu with two clusters of black flames in his eyes, as if staring at prey, and his tone seemed to be recollecting: "You are also the high priest of the Gongxi clan. The texture of your meat should be similar to hers, right?"

How could Gong Xiqiu hold back after hearing this?

Impulsively, he forgot that he was no longer a brave warrior, but a literary scholar with a three-legged cat. He didn't remember, but someone always remembered - Jimo Qiu's target was not Wei Cheng.

A pair of red shackles pressed down on Gong Xiqiu's shoulders.

The iron chains at both ends of the shackles are connected to the ground.

Gong Xiqiu: "..."

He was immediately dumbfounded. The shackles weighed a hundred pounds!

Jimo Qiu said gently: "A-Nian, don't cause trouble."

After beating his brother severely, Jimo Qiu turned to Wei Cheng and said, "I have never eaten my own meat, and I don't know how it tastes. As long as you have the ability, please help yourself."

"As expected of the Gongxi clan, he is indeed stubborn."

At this point in the negotiation, there is nothing to continue talking about.

A sharp whistle pierced the sky.

Puff puff puff——

Densely packed bones broke out from the ground, forming the skeleton of the war horse in less than a breath. As the last bone returned to its place, the war horse raised its neck and neighed. Four flames spread rapidly upward from under the horse's hooves, and wherever the flames passed, they formed

A ferocious-shaped horse armor. This war horse is twice as big as the war horses of ordinary brave warriors. When the horse's hoof kicks, a black afterimage is left in the air, and majestic waves of air rush in all directions.

Instantly approaching Jimo Qiumian Gate.

The horse's hooves were raised high, trying to trample him into a pulp.

It fell hard with all its might.

Jimo Qiu resisted with a horizontal spear.

The two collided, and the gun body showed an obvious concave arc under the huge pressure, and an inconspicuous breaking sound was made in the middle.

puff--

A black flame ignited on the horse's back.

Wei Cheng emerged from the flames, with his arms raised high, and all his strength concentrated on the Guduo Hammer in his hand. The target was Jimo Qiu's head. Even though the hammer head of the Guduo Hammer was very small, it didn't look lethal at first glance, but it was such a small one.

This thing can easily break through the armor of brave warriors, and has the magical effect of breaking the face of a brave warrior. If Jimo Qiu was hit head-on, even if his helmet was still intact, the Tianling Cap under the helmet would be smashed to pieces.

Jimo Qiu used his skill to pull away and retreated violently.

As he pulled away, the horse's hoof suddenly lost its target. When it hit the ground, dust rose high, and the ground beneath its feet cracked. Cracks spread in all directions like spider webs. With the kick of the war horse, a two or three-foot dent was made. At the same time, the bones were also missing.

hammer.

Jimo Qiu raised his hand and made a move.

The broken spear under the horse's hoof turned into martial energy and flew towards his palm.

"Haha, you can fight better than your ancestor."

Wei Cheng's words were filled with contempt and teasing.

Not only does he have no sense of urgency, but he is like a hunter who has a winning chance, and he is very interested in admiring the embarrassed appearance of his prey saving itself in desperate situations. Jimo Qiu said: "You shouldn't use your ancestors to measure my strength, it will only put you in a desperate situation."

middle."

The brief contact he just had made him confirm one thing.

The strength of Wei City in front of him is far less than that of twenty-level Chehou.

It is weaker than the incarnation formed by Yunda.

However, this also happened to prove why the Immortal Cult did not let Wei Cheng take action directly. You must know that a twenty-level Chehou who is between life and death and completely unkillable is more difficult to deal with than Yunda who is at the peak of his strength.

Werder would be seriously injured if he lost his arms and legs, but this guy in front of him would not. He has always only used his strengths to avoid weaknesses, how can he use his weaknesses to avoid strengths? There must be something fishy in this!

This tricky thing should have been solved.

Because of Wei Cheng's strength.

Most of the power was used to suppress something. Jimo Qiu guessed that it should be the more than a hundred souls swallowed by Wei City. Most of the national masters also knew this problem, so they used a method of inverting civil and military forces - suppressing the enemy is equivalent to improving oneself!

Limiting the strength of the two armies and suppressing the ceiling of the top combat power of the two armies to the level of tenth-level Zuo Shu Zhang is undoubtedly the most beneficial method for Wei City.

Wei Cheng stood on his horse and played with the bone hammer in his hand.

"Yeah?"

After the words fell, the squeezed face suddenly opened its eyes.

Her eyes were facing Jimo Qiu.

Wei Cheng smiled gloomily and said, "Then let's compare?"

He raised the bone hammer in his hand high, and the face on his chest that belonged to a certain high priest moved his lips slightly. Jimo Qiu knew lip language, and he could tell what the other person was saying at a glance. That was - the prayer of magic!

Gong Xiqiu: "...how could he succeed -"

He was like a goose that had been strangled by the neck, unable to make a sound.

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Chapter completed!