"Is he crazy?" Yang Wan'er frowned, and the delicate and girlish voice formed a sharp contrast with her rough and powerful body.

Dao Nu said, "I heard that people will have hallucinations before they die, and some will feel happy when they have entered the kingdom of God. Miss, he must be crazy."

"Then let's break through!" Zhang Qingyang's eyes showed a hint of ruthlessness, and he suddenly activated the Black Bear Body Forging Technique.

The fourth stage of Great Perfection is only a layer of window paper from the fifth stage. Zhang Qingyang pushed it lightly, and the layer of window paper was immediately torn.

The originally exhausted body was immediately injected with vitality. The stiff muscles of the whole body suddenly became active, as if rain fell from the dry land. New forces continued to gush out from every corner of the body, eventually forming a surging torrent.

"Open!" Zhang Qingyang shouted loudly, and his limbs suddenly exerted force. The huge palm of the mountain that was closing not only stopped, but also opened for a short distance.

"Puff!" The giant palm of the mountain changed, which immediately caused Yang Wan'er, whose breath was connected, to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Miss!" said Dao Nu panic.

Yang Wan'er was shocked and angry: "How could it be? Slave Slave, give me all the Qi and Blood Pill!"

Dao Nu covered his pocket and said anxiously: "Miss, you have eaten too much Qi and Blood Pill. If you eat it, you will explode!"

"Give it to me!" Yang Wan'er gritted her teeth.

"Miss, calm down."

"Your life is much more precious than that boy, you can't risk your life to fight him."

Yang Wan'er's rapidly undulating chest gradually slowed down.

"Pang Ya, you are right. I am a saint, how precious my life is."

Yang Wan'er was just angry just now. She knew that the Qi and Blood Pill in her body had not been completely digested. At this moment, the Qi and Blood in her body was extremely strong. The Qi and Blood power that had not been refined into her was both a support and a bomb. If she accidentally exploded, the Qi and Blood power would be seriously injured even if she didn't die.

"I'm going to waste my life with you, let's see who dies first!" Yang Wan'er calmed down and found that although the opponent's strength increased sharply, the possibility of breaking away from the Rat God Palm is far from enough. Now she only needs to fight a war of attrition, and she can naturally crush the opponent.

A cruel smile appeared on Yang Wan'er's lips to see who had consumed it.

Half an hour.

"Dao Nu, go and see if he is almost dead."

The knife slave ran over and didn't dare to get too close, for fear of being affected. Besides, Zhang Qingyang's tail could move freely. After careful observation, he ran back excitedly and said, "Miss, that boy can't hold on anymore, and his whole body is bleeding."

Another half an hour.

"Dao Nu, don't you say he's about to die? Why isn't he dead yet?" Yang Wan'er said angrily.

"Miss, I'll go and have a look." Pang Ya wiped the sweat from her face and ran over quickly.

Soon the sword slave came back and said, "Miss, he is still bleeding, but it seems he is almost out of reach."

Another half an hour.

"Sword Nu, why isn't he dead yet? How much blood does he have to shed?"

"Miss, I'll go see it right away!"

Dao Nu ran back with the fastest speed and said, "Miss, this time it's almost time. I see his blood is almost dry."

Another half hour.

Yang Wan'er screamed: "Go and see when will he die!"

The sword slave didn't dare to stay for a second. Before Yang Wan'er finished speaking, she had already rushed out.

Dao Nu rushed back panting and said, "Don't flow, no more, I'm afraid the blood has dried up. I see that his head can't be lifted up, like a salted fish, this time he must be dying."

Yang Wan'er said happily: "It's true that I can't waste anything."

Half an hour later, Yang Wan'er said calmly: "You..."

Just after saying a word, the sword slave had already rushed over.

"This time it's really soon, Miss, I can't even open his eyes when I see him."

...

Half an hour, another half an hour, another half an hour... it was almost dark.

Yang Wan'er was already numb and was weak and said: "Go and take a look."

Dao Nu quickly glanced at Yang Wan'er in fear and whispered: "I'll shoot him with an arrow, maybe I can die soon."

Yang Wan'er's eyes lit up and she said loudly: "Go quickly, go quickly, shoot him to death. You three together!"

Although Yang Wan'er still has the upper hand in terms of strength, her psychology has reached the limit of her tolerance. Yang Wan'er feels that she is on the verge of collapse. If Zhang Qingyang doesn't die, she may be going crazy.

Hearing the footsteps, Zhang Qingyang forced himself to spread his heavy eyelids.

"Let's be here." A few hundred meters away, the sword slave stopped the trail.

Vajra and Boxer nodded, and they didn't want to get too close.

The three of them pulled their bows and shot arrows, aiming at Zhang Qingyang's face.

The three of them were seriously injured, and the arrows they shot were inevitably soft, but their heads were not bad. They all shot at the fragile parts of Zhang Qingyang's face.

Although Zhang Qingyang maintained the posture of supporting the huge palms of the mountains with his limbs, he lowered his head and did not move.

Seeing that the arrow shot was about to hit, the three of them subconsciously held their breath.

Suddenly, the two tail tips looked like two small snakes poking their heads out, barely stretched out a small section from the gap between Zhang Qingyang's back and the huge palms of the mountain, blocking Zhang Qingyang's face. Sweep away all the arrows that were shot.

Zhang Qingyang slowly raised his head and smiled at the three of them with difficulty.

The corners of the three of them twitched.

"Why are you still not dead?" the sword slave suddenly shouted, grabbed the bow and arrow and shot it hard.

Vajranu and Boxer looked at each other and saw the heavy pressure in each other's eyes. The two silently turned their heads and put their bows on their heads and shot arrows.

Zhang Qingyang's tenacity caused great psychological pressure to his opponent.

However, as soon as Zhang Qingyang's attention was distracted, the power to fight against the rat god palm became a little weaker.

Feeling that the resistance in his hand became weaker, Yang Wan'er suddenly felt energetic and gave him a heart-boosting injection to his emotions on the verge of collapse.

The speed of the huge palms closing in the mountains suddenly accelerated by two minutes.

But what disappointed Yang Wan'er was that even though Zhang Qingyang was in such a weak position, he was still resisting tenaciously.

"What exactly does your heart do? Such a desperate situation can still be so tenacious!"

"This is a true heart of a strong man, unyielding and unyielding."

"Being able to die in the Rat God's Palm is not considered as insulting you." Yang Wan'er was in a complicated mood, and she was jealous in anger. But then she thought about it, being able to kill such a potential strong man with her own hands also made people feel full of expectations.

"Stand!" Suddenly a voice came quickly from far to near.

The voice of the visitor was extremely loud, and his heavy steps fell on the ground like the drum beats of war drums.

The swordnu ran to Yang Wan'er and said, "Miss, it seems like Jin Zun is the sound."

Yang Wan'er gritted her teeth and said, "It's either he or she!"

At the end of his eyes, a very majestic turtle-backed pet warrior was approaching here from a distance.

The look of fear was unconcealed in the eyes of Dao Nu. Her eyes turned, restraining the fear in her eyes, and said angrily, "This bastard is so cunning. He appears when I and Boxer and King Kong Nu are seriously injured. Miss, you alone may not be able to stop him."

"Shut up." Yang Wan'er said sharply.
Chapter completed!