Seeing that the road ahead was blocked, An Bulang stopped in his tracks.

He turned around and looked at Fa Hai, with a surprised look on his face and said: "I'm just not interested in these spells. Why don't you let people leave? Is it possible that the spells here are still bought and sold by force?"

Fahai's handsome face was full of solemnity, and he shook his head seriously: "No! You are not not interested, you are expressing contempt and disdain for Lord Bai Wang's magic!"

An Bulang: "???"

Fa Hai pinched the seal with both hands, his breath surged, and he said coldly: "I won't kill you, but I think I must let you see what a powerful spell is!"

"Today, I will let you experience the power of star-level magic!"

"Stronging the heavens and shaking the earth, the ancient barbarian sacred cow!"

The shadow of a giant bull-headed monster ten feet tall suddenly appeared in front of An Bulang. Its eyes were golden red, its body was green, its thick muscles bulged high, and it released extremely terrifying waves, facing An Bulang.

With a roar, he clenched his fist and smashed it towards An Bulang.

A crackling sound.

Distorted atmosphere.

All of them show how extraordinary this punch is!

This punch is enough to kill a mountain!

Bang!!!

The fist suddenly stopped.

The strong wind blows wildly.

The unstoppable huge fist was caught by the young man in white with one palm.

Fahai's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

He was still waiting to see the ignorant young man being punched half to death by the ancient barbarian bull god, screaming and falling to the ground. How could such a powerful punch be caught by the young man with one hand?

"Ancient Barbarian Ox God, don't hold back, use all your strength!" Fahai roared suddenly.

He had taken action before, but in order not to kill An Bulang, he had a hand in reserve.

The ancient barbarian bull god roared angrily, his arms were shrouded in green light, his momentum surged, and he pushed forward with his fists!

Then, still motionless...

The huge fist was still held up by a palm.

Fahai was dumbfounded.

But what stunned him even more was what happened next.

"It's actually a psychic spell? It's worthy of a star rating..." An Bulang smiled, "Well, I'll let you see a real psychic spell!"

He held the fist of the ancient barbarian bull god with one hand and formed an ancient seal with the other.

The true meaning of ancient times has drawn the surrounding space and creatures into a strange world.

At this moment, Fa Hai seemed to see an endless gray continent, with thunder surging above and torrential rain falling below. The scene was gloomy but extremely spectacular.

"Prehistoric, Kui Niu is thundering!"

Thunder exploded in the void.

A huge mythical beast suddenly appeared in the world. Its black hair, single moon-like pupils, and a huge single foot that could support the heaven and earth all gave Fahai indescribable shock!

He couldn't describe what kind of existence it was.

It is extremely great, extremely powerful, and looks down upon all living creatures, making it the god among beasts.

This is the ancient beast, Kui Niu!

Countless purple thunderbolts erupted from Kui Niu's body. Each thunderbolt seemed to be able to wipe out a Tianyuan realm monk!

The same is true for cows.

The ancient barbarian bull god looked at Kui Niu, but as if he had seen his ancestor, his legs kept trembling, and his eyes showed fear.

"Moo..." A roar that seemed to come from the beginning of time and space.

The thunder turned into a storm and impacted on the ancient barbarian bull god. The body of the ancient barbarian bull god was instantly scorched black, then torn apart and turned into flying ashes.

Fahai on the side was not immune and was ruthlessly involved in the thunder storm.

When Kui Niu disappeared and the thunder disappeared, the handsome Fahai was already lying on the ground with scars and scars, his whole body exuding the smell of burnt fragrance.

"Ho...ho...this...what level of magic is this..." The embarrassed Fahai raised his head and looked at the young man standing with his hands behind his hands. The shock in his eyes still cannot be eliminated.

"Prehistoric level psychic technique, Kui Niu Lei Deterrence." An Bulang said calmly.

Fahai's body trembled, and then he roared even more excitedly: "Are you kidding me... Prehistoric level magic has always been in legends. Even the top power in the Tribulation Period cannot be obtained without a great opportunity. How can you

He knows that level of magic!!"

An Bulang looked down at the man, shook his head and said, "Fahai, you don't understand magic."

Fahai's pupils shrank, and anger was burning in his heart. What he was best at was magic, and now someone actually told him that he didn't understand magic!?

"If you knew the magic, you wouldn't have such doubts." An Bulang sighed, "Well, now is not the time to talk about this. Since you stopped me and looked at my magic, then

Just don’t blame me for what I’m going to do next…”

Fahai saw the young man who suddenly smiled at him and panicked: "You... what are you going to do?"

"Don't come over, ah...!"

Soon, Fahai was cursed by An Bulangbao and swore to provide one-stop service.

"Sigh... I really don't understand the magic..." Fahai, who had been trained for a while, looked melancholy, "Although I can't confirm whether your magic is at the prehistoric level, I also know the level of your magic.

, is more advanced than all the spells I have mastered... Compared to the true meaning of your spell, my strongest one is just rubbish, and all the spells are rubbish..."

Saying this, such a handsome young man suddenly became red-eyed.

"How can a trash like me be qualified to teach others magic?"

An Bulang's expression changed, and he felt bad. Does this guy also want to go on strike?!

That's all, let's be the cemetery instructor again.

"Fahai, you must not think like this. Although you don't understand magic and the magic you master is rubbish, are the monks who entered the Tomb of the White King interested in your magic? No! What they are after

yes……"

An Bulang gave Fahai some psychological counseling, which rekindled Fahai's motivation after suffering severe physical and mental injuries, determined to let everyone who came in experience the beauty of the technique.

An Bulang smiled happily when he saw Fahai like this.

There are not many good people like him left.

After all, who would break into a tomb and inject chicken blood into the people in the tomb? Let the person who presides over the trial in the tomb rekindle his enthusiasm for life and devote himself to work more energetically. This kind of thing can only be done by kindness.

Only those who are kind and peaceful will do it.

An Bulang left.

He left under the eyes of Fa Hai with reverence and reluctance.

"Senior Bulang, don't worry, I will definitely live up to your expectations!" Fa Hai murmured.

An Bulang, who came out of the alchemy path, took a look at the Kung Fu Avenue and walked in without hesitation.

The Kung Fu Avenue is more interesting. You encounter puppets that perform various Kung Fu, some are strong, some are weak, and some are quite unique, just like exquisite toys that can perform.

Their endings can be imagined. Anyone who attacked An Bulang was beaten to the ground, and they were beaten to the ground in a crushing manner...

"The level of the trial in the White King's Tomb is really disappointing. Except for the White King's statue, they are all very weak." An Bulang sighed slightly.

To be honest, the offensive intensity of these puppets is not enough for him to warm up.

Bang!

After blowing away the most powerful Kung Fu puppet with one punch.

An Bulang strode into the Kung Fu tomb.

Then, he found a girl wearing a white dress with dark green hair in a high ponytail. She was clasping her fingers in front of her and looking at him tremblingly.

"That... that... my name is Lu Kui..."

"Do you need any exercises?"

The girl with a nice but timid voice asked anxiously.

An Bulang was stunned, this girl is the final boss? Why are you so cowardly?

He glanced at the side of the tomb, and there was a large crystal there. On the crystal was a picture of a skill passage, with countless puppets lying in pieces...

An Bulang understood something immediately. Did Lu Kui see his wise and mighty fighting and become afraid?

Thinking of this, An Bulang showed a kind smile and said, "So, may I ask, what more powerful techniques do you have here?"

"This depends on your qualifications. I can sense your qualifications and then match you with the exercises that are most suitable for you..." the green-haired girl whispered, then stretched out her delicate hand and said, "You...

Can you hold my hand? I want to feel your qualifications..."
To be continued...