The flickering light of the coffin lamp placed him between the underworld and the human world. The Dinghai Pearl shone, and the huge golden cudgel approached, making him feel like he was stuck in a quagmire, with explosions ringing out continuously.
Each explosion could kill a Golden Immortal. No one dared to approach within a radius of tens of millions of miles.
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Taoist Mosquito looked at the Hollow Willow God, his strange face gloomy and extremely dark.
After being deified, he was imprisoned for a thousand years by the two saints of the West. Now that he has come out for the first time, he is helpless against a little girl and even suffers a loss.
The willow branches of this woman are as flexible as tentacles, and as sharp as long thorns. They are both hard and soft, and full of vitality.
Every time a willow branch was cut off, a new one would grow out, and he could not get close. If he was bound, he would be entangled in a cocoon.
It was impossible for him to absorb this woman.
"Who are you?" Taoist Mosquito shouted coldly, "You can't be an unknown person."
What he waited for was not the response from the Willow God, but three thousand hanging willows.
"I'm so angry, I'll catch you and suck you good."
Taoist Mosquito roared and turned into a sky full of blood mosquitoes, the size of fists, there were billions of them, covering the sky and the earth.
Before the Mosquito Taoist's swarm of mosquitoes could get close, willow leaves shot out from the sky like sharp rain fronts that could penetrate the void.
Pah pah pah pah! The blood mosquitoes encountered willow leaves and exploded in the sky with endless sounds.
The willow branches intertwined into a web, covering the swarm of blood-stained mosquitoes.
The willow branches tied up the blood mosquitoes, pierced their abdomens like needles and crushed them into pieces. The blood in the air merged into the willow branches and turned into nutrients for life.
"Damn, what a thing, it can suck better than me."
Taoist Mosquito let out a strange cry, restored his original form, and quickly retreated.
The battle was fierce, and the collision turned Lingyundu into a river of blood. A steady stream of bodies fell into the river, and the souls that floated out were attracted by the whirlpool and fell into the List of Gods.
There were corpses everywhere for thousands of miles at Lingyun Ferry, the river was jammed with blood and it reached the sky.
Suddenly, a scream, earth-shaking, broke the deadlock.
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