Grim Reaper Red Packet

Chapter 328 Indians

"brother?"

The tree man smiled coldly and said, "Hehe, you lowly Shenzhou people, I would be too dirty to be my slave."

Wei Wuji's eyes turned cold, and he felt that there was no need to say anything more. Facing this kind of arrogant foreigner, there was only one way to go, tear his mouth open, blow his head off, and see what he said again.

Just about to make a move, the tree man moved first, and the two branches swayed, emitting a strange force.

This force was extremely dangerous, Wei Wuji quickly used teleportation to move to the other side of the treant to avoid that force.

Time stops power?

This tree man was chosen by the god of death, and it was not surprising that he possessed this ability.

Wei Wuji's left hand shot was also using the power of time. This tree body is huge, and it is not easy to avoid it.

wow.

Unexpectedly, the treant swung a branch, blocked the power of time with that branch, and then the branch could not move, but more branches swung over, emitting more and stronger power of time.

Wei Wuji dodged again, and swung his stick out, sweeping across the tree man's legs.

The tree man shouted angrily, and dozens of vines burst out from the trunk, each one as thick as a water tank, like a giant dragon, or rolled towards the black cudgel, or attacked Wei Wuji.

Wei Wuji had to admit that this guy was very strong.

In the sea of ​​pills, the phantom of the Zhanying Dao moved slightly, emitting a powerful force, which was sprayed out by the black cudgel, but turned into raging flames.

Those vines couldn't dodge in time, they were hit one after another, and they all burst into flames.

The treant also made a quick decision and swung a branch to cut off the vines. The vines fell to the ground and were still burning.

Against trees, fire attack seems to be a good choice.

Wei Wuji discovered this, and using his teleportation power, he kept appearing around the tree man, and as he waved the black cudgel, the flames were like a dragon.

The treant had astonishingly many branches and vines, and if there was a flame approaching, he would always choose to sacrifice one to resist Wei Wuji's fire attack.

Although the flames were temporarily blocked, the tree man was already terrified in his heart.

This is a consuming fighting method, if the fighting continues, he will undoubtedly be the first to be exhausted.

"Roar!"

The tree man suddenly let out a roar like thunder, and his huge body shrank in a flash, turning into a curly-haired Indian.

He is short in stature, half a head shorter than Wei Wuji.

Seeing that the tree man was forced into a human form, Wei Wuji didn't stop, he threw out the hook and hit the Indian behind him.

At the same time, the black cudgel was thrown out again, this time with the power of thunder and lightning, the lightning lights intertwined, and the cold light was terrifying.

The pupils of the Indian constricted, and at this moment, there was no intention of belittling Wei Wuji.

They all knew that there was a person from China who made it to the semi-finals. He was selected by the god of death in the end. He started much later than them, so he was not expected to be too strong.

As for Xiong Ba and Daken and his like, they couldn't stop the progress of this Shenzhou native. We can only blame them for being too weak and useless.

If they meet them, they can easily kill the Chinese people.

It is a sweet dream to fantasize about how powerful you are, and when you wake up from the sweet dream, it is an endless nightmare.

The Indian clasped his hands together and separated quickly, his whole body shot out a dazzling golden light.

Buddha light?

Wei Wuji was shocked. This Buddha's light was far stronger than what Tang Seng gave him. Could it be... the Buddha's light of the Tathagata Buddha?
After all, that area was once a Buddhist country.

Assuming that this Indian was trained by the Tathagata Buddha, it is just a matter of time to see what kind of killer moves the Tathagata will teach.

Thinking about it, Wei Wuji became excited, put away the black cudgel, clenched his fists, and smiled.

The Indian blocked Wei Wuji's attack, and when he saw Wei Wuji put away his weapon, he was quite surprised, and then turned into ecstasy, thinking that the Chinese people are stupid, and that such a powerful weapon is not used, so he can take the opportunity to kill him.

Immediately, he punched out, and a huge golden fist burst out of the sky, whizzing and smashing towards Wei Wuji.

Wei Wuji clenched his right fist and threw it out as well. The Baby Slaying Knife spun and shot out along the fist
boom.

The loud noise exploded, the surrounding trees shattered, and the rocks cracked. The scene was horrifying.

The Indian was hit hard and stepped back.

Instead of retreating, Wei Wuji advanced, and slapped several palms in the air, one palm stronger than the other, shaking the mysterious walls in the distance to tremble.

The Indian was also tough, with a golden glow like the sun when he swung his fist, but he looked a bit embarrassed.

On weekdays, when he confronts the enemy, he always forms the seal of Buddha, and can destroy the opponent with a single punch. It can be said that he is running rampant in India and dominating Southeast Asia.

The strong are more powerful, this Indian does not understand this truth.

This is the disadvantage of always abusing food.

The two fought from the foot of the mountain to the mysterious wall, and every time they collided, the wall trembled violently.

Wei Wuji discovered that as long as their strengths are combined, it is possible to destroy the mysterious wall, and then climb to the top of the mountain to get the sickle of death.

The Indians have been here for several days, but they have been unable to break through the mysterious wall because Wei Wuji did not show up.

This is the arrangement of God of Death.

Wei Wuji knew this, intentionally or unintentionally, he pushed the battle towards the mysterious wall, and he was not in a hurry to kill. To use the Indians, first shatter the mysterious wall, and then kill the Indians.

The scythe of death must be his.

"Shenzhou people."

The Indian's eyes burst into flames, and the more he fought, the more frightened he became, and he felt that his fist was following Wei Wuji.

Wherever Wei Wuji punched, he had to passively meet it there.

boom.

The loud noise reappeared, but it was the mysterious wall that exploded directly, and a powerful air wave rolled out in all directions.

At this moment, the Indians were on the verge of collapse. Caught off guard, they were hit by the air wave and flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

Wei Wuji didn't go up to the top of the mountain, he stepped down, and with a bang, he stepped firmly on the Indian's chest.

There was a cracking sound, and I don't know how many ribs in the Indian's chest were broken. On the broad chest, there was a deep footprint, and blood spurted from his mouth.

The Indian was also tough, feeling the loss of vitality, once he gritted his teeth, his physical body transformed into a tree body again.

Wei Wuji didn't give him any chance. With a wave of his hand, time stopped.

Waving his hand again, dead air spewed out, even if the Indians who had turned into trees were full of vitality, they couldn't stand this kind of loss.

In an instant, the crown of the tree withered, the branches withered, and finally turned into fertilizer to nourish the vegetation here.

"There's nothing good about it?"

Wei Wuji frowned slightly.

The Indians turned into manure, but in the manure, there is nothing to be seen. They are really poor.

Fortunately, there is also the sickle of death.

But when he looked at the top of the mountain, he was dumbfounded. The sickle that was originally inserted on the top of the mountain had disappeared.

"Reaper, are you playing with me?"

Wei Wuji was furious, and said angrily through Skynet.

"That was a phantom, you didn't see it clearly."

The god of death did not lie. The sickle in his hand is the greatest symbol of the god of death and the greatest power held by the god of death. There is no reason why he would hand it over so easily.

But Death Shinhwa turned his head and said, "That Indian is very strong. I didn't expect that he would be so vulnerable in front of you. It seems that you are very hopeful and will win the final victory."

Wei Wuji was not complacent.

After killing the Indians, only two of the three opponents remained, and he hoped that those two could be like them. In that case, he would only have the last opponent left.

"This game was originally very fun, but because you are too strong, it makes the game boring."

There must be a purpose for Death to say these nonsense.

"Just say something."

Wei Wuji doesn't like the god of death's trickery.

"So I decided to let the two of them join hands to deal with you."

Death spoke tepidly.

(End of this chapter)