"Get out of here, you jelly monster, don't touch them!"

With this sentence, Wu Ming punched his fist, and the black true energy spread over Wu Ming's fist and punched the slime monster hard.

"What……"

The two bare eyes in the mucus monster's body burst out with incredible light. He didn't expect that he didn't sense what happened to Wu Ming came beside him?

Wu Ming's true qi comes from the true qi of death. The true qi of death can make any creature die as long as it is touched.

For thousands of years, the only evil method ban book that has been feared by all warriors and has been banned by all martial arts forces - the Dao and the Underworld Technique.

The end of this peerless martial art was that it was burned by all the super strong men a thousand years ago and completely turned into ashes.

Why does such a powerful martial art end like this? That's because it's too powerful.

There has never been a martial art that will make everyone so afraid, but the Dao Destroyed and Underworld Technique can absorb the power from the resentful spirit and activate the true qi called death. As long as you are entangled by this true qi, no matter who it is, as long as the warrior who practices this true qi is strong enough, he can make any thing decay and die.

Even this weird slime monster is the same.

The mucus monster was punched by Wu Ming, and the place where Wu Ming touched began to emit waves of white mist, as if a bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid was poured on a human body. The body of the mucus monster was quickly decomposed and melted as the white smoke emerged, and the originally active mucus turned into a pool of dead mud.

"Who are you? What is the investment power!"

Your mucus monster saw the strangeness in his body, and even he was shocked. He began to feel fear and fearful towards Wu Ming, and he took a few steps back and shouted loudly in a voice coming from somewhere.

"Feng, Xingyu has been robbed. They are inside the flying object that just flew out like an alien flying saucer. Hurry up and intercept them!"

Wu Ming was obviously not interested in answering the question of the slime monster. He looked at the sky and said to a strange creature in his arms.

"I understand! Can you handle it alone?"

"Don't worry, I'll tear this thing to pieces before you come back!"

Wu Ming nodded, and when he heard Wu Ming's promised voice, the strange monster first sighed, then turned into a white light, disappeared between the sky, and thought he knew who to chase.

Their battlefield will be in the sky, and Wu Ming and this slime monster will be in here.

"Sister Xueyan, go quickly! Pull Huang Chao away, otherwise it will be troublesome if it affects him!"

Wu Ming turned his head, gave Meng Xueyan instructions, and then started the center. In an instant, he came to the side of the mucus monster and waved the slightly black fist.

The mucus monster seemed to have understood Wu Ming's routine and stretched out countless tentacles to stop Wu Ming and wrap Wu Ming's fists layer by layer. However, it was obvious that Wu Ming's move was not completed by blows. His son was completed by himself by walking the true energy on his fists. Those tentacles hit him and wrapped Wu Ming's fists layer by layer. In an instant, the black true energy of death immediately corroded all these tentacles, turning into a pool of meat paste and landing on the ground.

"How could it be..."

The slime monster cried out in a daze. He had never seen such a strange scene, nor had he ever fought with such a strange person. This man, who was far inferior to him, was now fighting.

"Strange? This guy was able to defeat Huang Chao. He must be very strong, but how could he react to my true qi? My true qi can only work for people who are slightly stronger than me. How could he..."

Wu Ming was full of confusion. Such a scene was very strange to him, but Wu Ming didn't want to know so much at this time. He waved his fist again, smashed all the tentacles that came to stop him, and punched him hard on the body of the mucus monster. Suddenly, a large piece of the mucus monster's body turned into black mud again, and corroded white smoke came out, and the mucus monster fell directly to the ground.

"Why? Who is this person? Why can he suppress me even though he is so weak? No, it's not his power that suppresses me, but he suppresses me by himself!"

The mucus monster turned into a pool of broken mud, but it quickly reunited and turned into a hideous monster. Countless tentacles that turned into sharp blades were slashing towards Wu Ming. However, Wu Ming's body was extremely fast, just like a ghost. Even if the blades turned into tentacles were fast, they could not catch up with Wu Ming's pace and all hit the empty space. Wu Ming was still avoiding the attack of the blades at the beginning, but when Wu Ming found that the speed of these tentacles could not keep up with him at all, he turned around and stepped on the tentacles, as if running on the race track, came to the mucus monster again and punched hard.

"Reverse Fist!"

This time, Wu Ming used a very rare martial art. He hit the front of the mucus monster with one punch, but the force hit the back. Then Wu Ming's other hand punched again. The two forces were mixed together, and the huge mucus monster's body collapsed and turned into countless water droplets and fell on the ground.

"I originally thought that after practicing this martial art, I might not have time to use it in my life, but I didn't expect that I would use it here this time. It's really good!"

The reason why Wu Ming chose to practice this martial arts was completely a fun mentality. This seemed to be a very magical move, but it was very useless and had no help to the enemy. At this moment, Wu Ming used this skill, and the two forces were mixed together, and the damage was more than twice. In an instant, the huge slime monster also turned into pieces.

"asshole!"

But could the mucus monster really be knocked down like this? His body condensed again and in an instant, it turned into a monster that looked like a monster. The ten strong arms stretched out and hit Wu Ming like a snake. Seeing this, Wu Ming also punched. The true energy of death occurred, and the mucus was constantly corroded. However, this time the concentration of the mucus increased greatly. The true energy of death only corroded a layer of the surface of the mucus fist, and then lost its effectiveness. Wu Ming's was directly knocked away.

"Damn it, has he improved his own quality? No wonder the true qi has no effect. This monster can actually do this. What is the origin of it!"

Wu Ming covered his chest and looked at the mucus monster. The level between him and the mucus monster was still much different. Before, he kept attacking the mucus monster. Although the mucus monster was suppressed and hit, the damage it suffered was only the tip of the iceberg. The mucus monster now only punched and almost smashed half of Wu Ming's body to pieces.

"It seems that if you don't move, you will be killed!"

A smile appeared on Wu Ming's lips, and when he raised his head again, the expression in his eyes became more firmer than before. At this moment, a faint white light began to rise on Wu Ming's wrist...

"hold head high!"

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