"How can the golden body of a Buddhist Bodhisattva be so powerful?" the dead sage with a crocodile head asked in surprise.

The attack he just fired from the air could obviously kill the great sage at the peak of the Immortal Realm. However, after the fat monk in front was hit, he just rolled around on the ground like a ball, and immediately got up again, cursing.

, continue to escape forward.

"Perhaps they are beyond the realm of immortality." A great sage from the dead race speculated.

"Don't worry about it for now. Let's suppress it first. They entered the Origin Temple before us, so they must have picked a lot of holy medicine."

The crocodile-headed Great Sage of the Dead was incredibly fast. In an instant, he caught up behind Da Sikong. Wisps of light of death appeared on the hammer-shaped weapon in his hand. He suddenly raised it and struck Da Sikong on the head.

The power of this hammer has reached the point where it is not weaker than the full blow of the Great Perfection Saint of Baiyang Realm. He does not believe that this fat white monk can still bear it.

"Uncle Master, you are here to save me." Da Sikong looked forward with a look of great joy on his face.

The crocodile-headed dead saint sneered in his eyes and remained unmoved at all.

This fat white monk has used this move twice before, and he actually wants to use it a third time?

Just as the war hammer was about to fall on Da Sikong's head, a sound of sword sound was heard.

"Wow——"

Shen Yuan's ancient sword turned into a black sword light and struck the crocodile-headed Death Race great sage. The war hammer and body in his hand were also broken into two pieces and thrown backward.

The blood of the great sage of the dead dyed this area of ​​water crimson.

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Chapter completed!