Everyone was exhausted, and their souls almost left their bodies just now. Recommended: The Lonely Ant, the master’s new work: "Science and Technology Library" http://m./1_1998/The roar of the great crocodile ancestor has incredible power, and it seems to be able to absorb human souls.

Not far away, the evil spirits rolled and stirred, shaking the sky. The demonic energy was so great that the figure of the crocodile ancestor could not be seen clearly. Only the black clouds swelled, covering the stars and moons and the sky.

Many people on the five-colored altar fell to the ground almost softly. Even if the gods are in their hands, they cannot resist the power of the crocodile ancestor. This is an absolute suppression of the biological level.

"The voice is loud and the appearance is good. Although it is a little fierce, it is better for a thug."

Wang Dali opened his mouth, and the loud voice penetrated hundreds of meters and came into the ears of the crocodile ancestral ears.

"You are the crocodile ancestor? Is it good to sell my face to be a mount with me?"

After hearing Wang Dali's words, the crocodile ancestor was shocked for a second, and then there was another roar, as if thousands of thunder were ringing in his ears.

Among the people present, some of them fell to the ground. Even if it was not a real attack, the vibration of the sound waves was unbearable, and several people were bleeding from the ears and noses.

Several others looked at Wang Dali with resentment. If it weren't for him, how could he anger the other party?

"I dare to speak nonsense even if I am just an ant!"

However, the Crocodile Ancestor just regarded this as Wang Dali's muddle before his death. The other party felt that he was going to die anyway, so he used this to disgust him.

Just at this moment, the bronze ancient coffin behind everyone sounded clear. The Crocodile Zu, who opened his big hand and was about to slap these people with a palm, was shocked and stopped his movements.

The sound of "rustling" came, and outside the five-color altar, there were dense black crowds of divine crocodiles gathered around. This was the crocodile ancestor who was ordering these little crocodiles to let the descendants test.

Thousands of divine crocodiles instantly rushed into the altar, and two male classmates who rushed to the front and rushed to the front with Buddhist weapons were immediately submerged by the divine crocodiles.

Suddenly, a sneer like a night owl cried, and a figure nearly two meters tall suddenly appeared outside the bronze coffin. Everyone was shocked, and the divine light flowing out of various relics of the gods spontaneously rushed towards the place.

The other party was about two meters tall, and he blinded the demon body with black fog and couldn't see clearly. But here, the only one who could revive all these Buddhist weapons and launch an attack was the Crocodile Ancestor.

The Buddhist artifacts rushed to the front of the crocodile ancestor on their own, and various divine glows appeared, wanting to kill him.

The crocodile ancestor shook his body lightly, and suddenly the black light burst out, and the demonic flames were surging. All the Buddhist tools were fixed in front of him, and several puffs were destroyed by him, turning into dazzling light and rushing into the Tai Chi diagram to replenish his energy.

Several rays of light were absorbed by the Tai Chi diagram and were completed in an instant. The Yin and Yang fish separated from each other, and a blue starry sky channel appeared from it.

The Crocodile Ancestor manifested on the five-color altar, and used his fingers to point the Buddha weapon to charge the Tai Chi diagram, ignoring everyone's desire to enter the copper coffin. In his opinion, these ants can be destroyed by waving their palms, which is not worth mentioning.

However, the Crocodile Ancestor still turned his head to face Wang Dali who had just spoken out. Although it was insignificant, he should kill this guy who was talking nonsense first.

But with the completion of the Tai Chi diagram, the nine huge dragon corpses trembled, and then made a rumble sound and slowly soared into the air. The Crocodile Ancestor was shocked and his hands quickly changed. His fingers were seven or eight meters long, and he reached out to stop the dragon corpse.

"Let me down!"

But in a blink of an eye, a fist as big as a sandbag magnified in front of the Crocodile Ancestor, and punched the Crocodile Ancestor hundreds of meters in his shocked expression.

Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?

The crocodile ancestor who fell to the ground was in chaos. The unstable soul of the immortal platform was shocked by Wang Dali's punch, and turned into hundreds of meters of crocodile bodies.

After hammering the crocodile ancestor, Wang Dali raised his head and pointed it at the nine dragon corpses in the sky and pulled it, making the huge dragon corpse that could not even be pulled by Newton's coffin board fall to the ground as if it was suddenly suppressed by gravity, raising a large area of ​​dust.

Then Wang Dali turned his steps and came to the Crocodile Ancestor like teleportation. He faced his confused gaze, raised his arms and lowered his body and punched him.

There were constant bangs and slap sounds, and the flesh fists were coming. A fierce force mixed with a little golden divine power rushed into the body of the crocodile ancestor, making him feel like a heart-wrenching pain.

The Crocodile Ancestor was furious and prepared to fight back, but was frightened to find that his demonic power was locked and he could not turn into a human form. Even his soul was shrouded in golden divine light and could not be broken free.

He immediately realized that Wang Dali in front of him was not the ant he thought before, but a terrifying figure in the endless universe, just like the Sakyamuni who sealed him two thousand years ago!

Golden blood flowed out of his sharp-toothed crocodile mouth. Wang Dali did not hurt the crocodile ancestor, but he broke his skin and bones and tendons.

The hard scale armor that was indestructible to the holy weapon of the crocodile ancestor was twisted and shattered, as weak as the body of the mortal body. Even Sakyamuni could not beat him back then, so he had no power to resist. Unexpectedly, he finally got out of trouble two thousand years later, but encountered a more ruthless one.

After dozens of punches from the Crocodile Ancestor, Wang Dali flipped the crocodile whose limbs were abnormally twisted.

He pointed to the sword and pointed it at the eyes of the Crocodile Ancestor, which was the location of the Immortal Soul, and said coldly.

"Give me some face, can I be good at my foot strength?"

But after being sealed for two thousand years, the Crocodile Ancestor was not willing to lose his freedom. Through the previous conversations between the crowd, he actually opened his mouth and spoke fluent Mandarin.

"I would like to exchange a secret about becoming an immortal for my life!"

"Become an immortal?"

It sounds pretty good, but Wang Dali shook his head and smiled at the Crocodile Ancestor.

"But after you become my mount, I can't know this secret as well."

"If you don't let me go, I'd rather die than say it!"

The Crocodile Ancestor's eyes were red, hoping to bargain with Wang Dali. It was related to the secret of becoming an immortal. He believed that no one in this world would let go, and the stronger the person, the more eager he would become an immortal.

This universe is not complete, and even if it has superb combat power, only by becoming an immortal can one live forever.

It’s a pity that Wang Dali is not from this world.

"Then you go and die."

A golden light rushed out from Wang Dali, stabbed into the heavenly spirit cover of the Crocodile Ancestor like a golden sword, and stood him on the immortal platform, and killed the soul bound by the golden divine light in an instant.

The body of the Crocodile Ancestor was as tall as a mountain, covered with black and gold scales. Unfortunately, he was wide open at this time and died with his eyes open.

Putting away the corpse of the crocodile ancestor, Wang Dali planned to find someone to cook and taste the taste of the thousand-year-old crocodile. Then he turned to look underground and smiled and nodded at an old monk.

The old golden monk who once guided Shakyamuni also smiled at Wang Dali and drove a golden ancient ship to disappear on the sea of ​​demons.
Chapter completed!