Chapter 149 Hit the Ground

The miserable white light fell on Nalan Binghua. In just a moment, Nalan Binghua's long hair turned white, and his appearance also became old. Several wisps of wrinkles appeared on his forehead, and more than a dozen brown spots, large and small, appeared on his skin.

"Looking for death."

"Bastard."

Two scolds came out one after another, and Chang Heng and Nalan rushed to the dead vine crow at the same time.

"Hahahaha, low-key little witch, Nalan family, just watch her rot and die. Hahahaha." The dead vine old crow laughed, spread its wings and flew up, and rushed to the sky for a moment.

"Binghua." Nalan rushed to Nalan Binghua's side and asked anxiously. How are you?"

Nalan Binghua couldn't answer and quickly sat down cross-legged, with a wisp of ice-blue water floating out of his body, trying to suppress the spell of the dead rattan crow with witch power. Leave your life." Chang Heng was so angry that his body shook, directly tore the void and appeared beside the dead vine crow.

"Do you dare to stop me?" The old crow's face was cold, and his feathers clicked all over his body. Before his voice fell, hundreds of feather swords shot out of his body and went straight to Changheng.

"Give me a solution to the demon method, and I won't let you die." Chang Heng's long gun pointed diagonally and urged the jewels with all his strength. A fluffy water aura fell from the jewels and resisted the feather sword.

"Then let's see if you can keep me." The dead rattan crow didn't care. He opened his mouth and sprayed, and there was another miserable white glow.

Chang Heng gave way, stepped heavily in the air, and rushed to the dead vine crow. Demon spells are endless, and the effects are different. Chang Heng dares not test them with his own body.

"What if you rushed over?" A smile flashed in the eyes of the dead vine crow. One claw grabbed the black feather magic weapon, and a circle of black light reappeared, protecting the dead vine crow's whole body.

dong. Chang Heng stabbed the black aperture heavily, and suddenly the black aperture was shining brightly. It was shot more than ten feet away like a ball, but there was no crack at all.

"I said, there's nothing I can do if I stand still and let you hit you." The withered vine crow laughed proudly.

"I don't believe it. I can't kill you, a little crow." Chang Heng whispered, and his eyes were full of murder.

"Come on, kill me." The dead vine crow simply changed into a human body. He held the black feather magic weapon in one hand, stretched out his fingers in the other, raised his fingers, and provoked Chang Heng.

"If you can't break it, I will kill you." Thinking of the black aperture being blown away just now, Chang Heng turned over in his hand, and the flying gun disappeared, and a heavy hammer appeared.

This hammer handle is half a foot long, with an eight-edged hammer head and a diameter of only half a foot. It is made of various ores and weighs thousands of catties.

"With a hammer?" The dead vine old crow frowned, and a trace of bad idea flashed in his heart.

"Ah, the first hammer of the eight wilderness, go down." Chang Heng jumped high, and the witch power in his body rushed into his right arm unreservedly according to the operation mode of the first hammer of the Eight Wastes. In an instant, the whole right arm expanded more than three times larger, and the surrounding space buzzed and vibrated, which was a manifestation of the space being affected.

"It's not good." The withered vine old crow's face changed rapidly. Before he could cast a spell, Chang Heng's heavy hammer had fallen.

Boom!

Like a meteor falling to the ground, the ground trembled, and a large number of rocks were thrown out, mixed with flames and splashed in all directions. When the smoke and dust dissipated, a large pit with a diameter of three feet and a depth of seven or eight feet was left in place.

"Low-key little witch, you can't kill me." The roar of the dead vine crow sounded at the bottom of the pit, and a black light came out of the pit, and the dead vine crow flew out from below unscathed.

"One hammer won't work, then ten hammers. Ten hammers don't work, then a hundred hammers, I don't believe I can't kill you. Chang Heng shouted and ran the first hammer of the eight wildernesses with all his strength. It fell from the sky and hit the dead vine crow fiercely.

Dong!

The dead vine crow was smashed to the ground again.

"Low-key little witch, if you have the ability, you can keep smashing..."

Dong!

Chang Heng flew high and fell with a heavy hammer. At this time, the dead rattan crow has fallen 20 feet deep underground.

"Let's see if you have persisted for a long time or I have persisted for a long time..."

Dong!

Chang Heng's face remained unchanged. Every time he smashed it, he flew into the air and smashed it again.

"Come on, I won't kill you."

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

......

Like a ramming machine, Changheng is the ramming machine, and the dead vine crow is a wooden stake. I don't know how many times I hit it. The dead vine crow has gone hundreds of feet deep into the ground, and Chang Heng doesn't need to spend any more witch power to run the first hammer of the eight wilderness. He just flew into the air and smashed it down with its weight.

"Low-key little witch, you can't break my defense at all, so don't waste your time."

The weak voice of the dead rattan crow sounded below, and there was a trace of fear. This low-key little witch is too cruel. It's not enough to smash hundreds of times. Do you want to keep hitting yourself in the heart?

Chang Heng didn't say anything, but silently raised the hammer and was about to fall again.

"Low-key and wait." Nalan stopped Changheng in the long sky and shouted underground. Dead vine crow, it's not easy for you to practice to this level. It's not worth dying here. As long as you solve the spells on Binghua, we'll let you go. How about that?"

"Hahahaha." The dead rattan crow laughed at the bottom of the pit. There is no door for me to remove her spell. Don't scare me with this trick. Come down and kill me if you have the ability.

"I don't believe I can't kill him." Chang Heng said angrily.

"It's useless. I don't know how long it will take for you to kill him. At that time, the people of the temples had already received the news." Nalan said helplessly.

There was silence above, and the dead vine crow was a little worried. Have they left? In fact, the old jay has also been worried for a long time. Now he has fallen into the depth of three or four hundred feet underground, and the surrounding temperature is extremely high. Even with the protection of the black feather magic weapon, it can't support it.

This is the Falling Flame Valley. The temperature of the ground alone can easily make a weak person lose his combat effectiveness. What's more, it is so deep that flames emerge from the surrounding rocks. It is a ground fire, and even the sound of magma flowing eruption is faintly heard in the ears of the dead rattan crow.

"If he really did it and smashed me into the fire magma, it would not be easy for the Lord to come to rescue me. At least, I have to suffer a little." Looking at the flames spewing around, the dead jay made up a decision. Just suffer a little, as long as it can cause trouble for the low-key little witch. Humph, in terms of strength, except for the romantic sword god, my old crow is not as good as those gods. One day, I will also have my own title.

Thinking of this, the dead vine crow looked up and shouted, "Low-key little witch, have you left? If you haven't left yet, you are welcome to continue smashing. Hahaha, I have to say that your massage technique is quite novel and makes Grandpa very comfortable.

"He really wants to die." Chang Heng's face was cold, and he was about to use the yellow wind gourd to blow him to death.

Now Chang Heng doesn't want to use the yellow wind gourd. After all, he relies too much on this magic weapon to sharpen himself and difficult to improve his strength. But in this case, it's not necessary.

"He is now more than 300 feet underground." Nalan Binghua suddenly made a sound. If you go down a distance, you should reach the fire magma layer.

Chang Heng and Nalan's eyes brightened at the same time.

"Low-key little witch, do you still have the strength to make me comfortable a few more times." The cry of the dead vine crow sounded below.