Lu Buwei was really shocked.

He is a businessman and a politician.

This is something engraved in the soul. Even if he becomes a ghost king and possesses extremely strong strength, he cannot change this essence.

So when facing Chu He's fierce attack, the first thing he thought was not to fight hard, but to withdraw first.

At least let yourself hide in a safer place first, and then slowly try it out.

Lu Buwei is determined to avoid the edge.

But does Chu He let it go?

If there is the power of the sky, who can't help you with vain?

One word, it’s do it!

Holding a golden stick and wearing nine-color armor, Chu He walked alone, fighting from one side of Beimang Mountain to another.

No matter what kind of evil spirits, old ghosts, and evil soldiers and evil spirits, you are not the same enemy.

In a moment, Lu Buwei's huge ghost army was actually emptied by Chu He alone with his own strength.

The team that originally gathered was even more scattered around, as if they were bitten by a dog.

At this time, Lu Buwei looked at Chu He again, and he was really scared.

Lu Buwei couldn't figure out why he had lost his wits and wanted to conflict with him for such a strong man.

"This hero! You and I have no grudges. Now that you kill 100,000 ghost soldiers, no matter how unhappy you are, I, Lu Buwei, will accompany you. How can I skip this?" As a businessman, if I can't help but lose face, how can I do business?

Therefore, facing Chu He's strength, even though Lu Buwei still gathered with evil spirits, he was not without the power to fight, but he was indifferent to his words.

"I want to calm down? I haven't vented enough yet, so don't even think about it!" Chu He held the Dinghai Ding Hai needle and beat it all the way.

The magic needle of the sea of ​​concentration transformed by the mind is the ordinary evil ghost that will perish when it is touched and disperse when it is encountered.

This magic needle weighs 13,600 kilograms, which does not seem to be too much.

But this weight is not constant.

When Chu He's mind aggravates, its weight will also increase.

In theory, the weight of the Dinghai Shen Needle can be infinite.

Because the heart is infinitely large, it can be infinitely heavy.

Strictly speaking, it was a coincidence that Lu Buwei came here.

Not only did it ruin Chu He's good deeds, it also became a vent of anger that he had accumulated in his heart for these days.

For such a period of time, no matter which dunge Chu He entered, even if his strength is not at the bottom compared to his opponent, it will basically be nothing eye-catching.

So he had to keep counting, thinking, being prepared and working diligently.

But from the bottom of my heart, everyone wants to carry a knife to cut from the South Heaven Gate to the Lingxiao Palace, and then from the Lingxiao Palace to the Western Tianling Mountain. The gods block the gods and the Buddhas block the Buddhas. How happy, how domineering, how arrogant, how comfortable they are.

At this time, the rare strength has increased explosively.

Although he has not become an immortal, he has already gained the power to be invincible in the world.

The natal magical powers of the nine innate gods gathered together and directly took Chu He's physical body as the foundation to nurture a brand new innate god.

The great power that Chu He is fully controlled is equivalent to pulling Chu He's entire life and power level up a lot. In addition, the Dinghai Ding Hai Needle, which is invincible and has unlimited potential.

Chu He has the capital to be arrogant, but he is not arrogant, so what if he writes?

"Young man! I'm done with this matter. Could it be that I really think that I can't do anything to you?" Lu Buwei heard Chu He's words. If the bones were not broken, he would have to be so angry that he would be cheated.

"Come on! You have a way, even if you use it, if I'm afraid of you, it's not your grandfather!" Chu He just held a stick and banged around.

This random fight is a mess, let alone Lu Buwei's team is in chaos.

Even in the Beimian realm, other ghost tribes in the Yin realm were all panicked and in chaos.

After all, Chu He's power is too dominant and too strong.

To be honest, there are countless wild ghosts in Beimeng, but there are not one who can stand up and fight against Chu He at this time.

Perhaps like General Fu Bo, he can come out and compete with Chu He now.

But he had no reason to help Lu Buwei.

Lu Buwei was really angry.

The whole mentality collapsed.

"Okay! Since you are seeking death by yourself, don't blame me for bullying the small ones!" Lu Buwei said with a high voice.

But I didn't know where to take out a piece of silk book.

There are two lines of characters on the silk book, which shines magnificently, dazzlingly dazzlingly, covering all fields and shaking in all directions.

"The four directions are called Yu, and the past is called Zhou." The voice of the saint spreads to the heaven and earth, and two lines of ancient Wei characters appeared in the void. Under the urging of Lu Buwei's ghost power, they were wrapped towards the Chu River.

The word universe encompasses everything.

In the universe transformed by this line of text, Chu He could feel all the Tao, law, principles, etc., but he could not break free. He felt that the entire universe seemed to shrink and smaller, and his whole person was suppressed.

If he lets him brute force to tear the sky, he will not be able to tear the universe.

"This is definitely not the power of Lu Buwei. He does not have such great power. Corpse! This is the power of Corpse! Corpse is a saint of the Miscellaneous Family. As the inheritor of the Miscellaneous Family, Lu Buwei has a corpse handwritten book in his hand. How can I ignore this?" Chu He woke up from the surge in power, but was not panicked.

He took out the bamboo slips that Guiguzi honestly gave, and waved his hand at the cosmic blockade that turned into two lines of the corpse.

Bang!

It was like a needle piercing a balloon.

I saw no waves, as if something extremely ordinary happened.

Only Chu He and Lu Buwei felt vaguely.

Just at that moment, it seemed that a universe was annihilated.

In Chu He's hand, the bamboo slips given by Guiguzi were finally overwhelmed and completely shattered, turned into ashes, and disappeared into Chu He's hands.

Chu He had a gloomy face.

This time he lost a lot.

Although the bamboo slips had already reached a state of approaching their limit, when it was really gone, Chu He's heart was still a little empty.

With the help of bamboo slips and green bamboo, Guiguzi helped him many times and leaned on him as his backer.

Now that the bamboo slips are gone, Chu He seems to feel that his backer is broken half.

"Hi... Let's do it first! When will I find an opportunity to read the Spring and Autumn Book, find Master Guiguzi, play tricks and ask for a new volume." Chu He's thought flashed through his mind, and he calmed down his emotions.

A thought flashed through my mind at the same time.

"What is the original identity of the corpse? Why can the two lines of words he left offset each other with Master Guiguzi's bamboo slips?" According to the conclusion drawn by Chu He before, those saints of the hundreds of schools were all powerful people who transformed into the world and verified their own principles. Then it is obvious that behind their superficial identities, there is actually a more powerful reality hidden.

Seeing that the silk books left by the corpse could not trap Chu He, Lu Buwei was really panicked this time.

Once the Yin Jiao is pulled, he will run away in a long cart.
Chapter completed!