God level funny comparison system

"Boy, are you the Holy Spirit?" He Sui's father spoke in the sky, with an undeniable murderous intent in his voice.

Zhang Long grinned, raised his hand and tore off the black cloth on his face, He Sui's eyes lit up, and after a brief blur, he became sinister again.

Zhang Long could see that these people were all targeting him, and they must have something to do with the woman next to him.

"Are you really the Holy Spirit? Why did you come to our demon world? You also came to the Magic Spring Mountain, saying, do you want to destroy our magic spring?" Another person shouted, with a tyrannical cultivation, Ling's voice was like a thunderclap, Rumbled by.

Zhang Long glanced at it for a while, most of the people floating in the sky were at the Heaven-reaching stage, and even some were at the mid-stage of the Sky-reaching stage, and they were extremely powerful.

Even the ones standing on the ground are full of cultivation bases in the psychic stage.

"What nonsense are you talking to him, holy spirit, hehe, bullshit! Thinking that you are inherently superior to us, I think you are a bunch of fools, and want to destroy the magic spring, delusion! Kill him!" Another person yelled angrily.

"Ding!"

Suddenly, the man's voice fell, and Zhang Long suddenly felt stabbed in the waist by a sharp weapon.

A layer of faint golden light floated from Zhang Long's body, and then disappeared. Zhang Long turned his head and looked at He Sui. He Sui was looking down at Zhang Long's waist. The sharp point of the black dagger was touching Zhang Long's waist, his clothes were torn, revealing Zhang Long's firm skin, the skin around the point of the knife glowed with golden light, and the skin was safe and sound.

He Sui's eyes widened, she almost used all her strength, and all her cultivation was added to her right hand, but the tip of the knife was like a steel plate, unable to save a single bit.

What kind of physique is this? How can a martial artist in the psychic stage reach such a level of physical strength? My dagger is made of special materials, with blown hair and short hair. Unprepared to be plotted against by himself, he must not escape bad luck.

But Zhang Long was obviously defenseless just now, but when the tip of the knife pierced his skin, his body automatically shone with a layer of golden light, and his skin suddenly became as hard as iron.

At the same time, those people in the sky and on the ground also frowned. With their eyesight, they could naturally see the contact between the tip of the knife and Zhang Long's skin. The sharp tip of the knife could not even dent the skin a little bit.

People frowned, with a hint of consternation in their eyes. They couldn't figure out how the Holy Spirit, who was just in the stage of enlightenment, could have such a strong physical strength. Moreover, most of the Holy Spirit focused on inner cultivation, because they didn't advocate fighting, so they didn't like to cultivate to strengthen their physique. With the same level of cultivation, the physical strength of the holy spirit is definitely not stronger than that of the demon spirit, but Zhang Long in front of him subverts people's three views. His physical strength is even stronger than that of the demon spirit whose cultivation level is higher than his.

Stunned for a moment, He Sui slowly raised his eyes, and looked at Zhang Long in horror, like a woman caught in bed looking at her husband.

"Hehe," Zhang Long sneered, "a demon spirit is a demon spirit, and a dog can't stop eating shit. I saved your life, but you put a black knife behind my back." Zhang Long's face turned cold again, and he said coldly: " However, with your little cultivation, you want to hurt me? Get lost!"

The moment the words fell, Zhang Long clenched his fists violently.

"Boom!" A circle of blood exploded on his body, and He Sui flew out with his head upside down.

Immediately, Zhang Long turned around and ran, heading straight for the highest peak where the magic spring was hidden.

"Stealth!" Standing up from the ground, Zhang Long yelled in his heart. In an instant, a blue brilliance swept across his body, and he disappeared into the void, wrapping all his spiritual power around his body. Cover up your breath.

The situation is critical, Zhang Long is absolutely no match for these people, he can only gamble by drinking the magic spring!

"What should I do? That kid can turn invisible! And there is a God of Darkness in the Magic Spring Mountain, what if..." A warrior in the sky stared at the dark magic spring mountain area and said.

"What are you talking about! Kill me!" He Sui's father yelled angrily, looking at his daughter who was blown away, his eyes instantly turned blood red.

"Hula la!" As soon as the voice fell, He Sui's father, the old man with black and white hair, disappeared into the void in an instant. After that, all the fighters of the He family rushed up, together with the huge aircraft. Also followed.

Seeing this, the rest of the people followed suit one after another. For a while, the sky was covered by warriors, and there were dozens of huge spaceships, like black clouds pressing down on the surroundings. Pentium.

The Holy Spirit is the public enemy of all demon spirits, and only at this time will the demon spirits unite, and if anyone can kill a Holy Spirit, their status in the entire Tiansha Continent will definitely rise a lot, and no one wants to fall behind.

"Hurry up, drink the magic spring, and it is possible to defeat Tongtianqi!" In the sea of ​​knowledge, the dead are also nervous, because the pursuers behind them are too powerful, and the scale has never been seen before.

The black mist over the Magic Spring Mountain area was pushed away, the flying warriors brought a strong wind, and the sky was full of black shadows, and the dozens of huge spaceships were like huge steel monsters, rumblingly spewing energy , covering a range of hundreds of miles.

Compared with the chasing soldiers, Zhang Long is simply an ant.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and Zhang Long was hit.

Even if he is in an invisible state and covers himself with spiritual power, so what, after all, he cannot escape the tyrannical spiritual power search of the masters of the Tongtian period.

He Sui's father hit Zhang Long's back with a volley.

"Puchi..." The invisible state disappeared, and Zhang Long spit out a mouthful of blood, which fell straight towards the ground.

"Bang!" Just as Shen Shen hit the ground, Zhang Long raised his hand and slapped it on the ground, and then flew towards the peak again like a cannonball.

"Brat, the bones are really hard!" He Sui's father stared at a black light incarnated by Zhang Long, gritted his teeth, and in the next second, his figure disappeared into the void again.

"Boom!" There was another explosion, Zhang Long's flying speed suddenly increased sharply, and he was hit on the back again, blood shot out quickly, and the black mist in the sky was dyed blood red.

He sneered with all the warriors who came over, his expression was like he was hunting, enjoying the powerlessness and pain of the prey.

"Boom!" Zhang Long fell from a high altitude again, smashing a big hole in the ground.

He fell on his back, his body fell into the ground more than one meter deep, blood was gurgling from his mouth, his face was stained all over, and his face was extremely pale in an instant.

"Zhang Long, Zhang Long hold on, stand up, if you don't die, you will never die! Hurry up and drink the magic spring!" Death Zhijian yelled in a panic, his eyes trembling.

"Uh..." Zhang Long gritted his teeth, slowly raised one hand, and then slapped the ground violently.

"Crack!" The ground cracked, and Zhang Long rushed out of the deep pit again.

The severe pain in his body was unbearable, like falling apart. With the strength of the sky-reaching stage, even Zhang Long's physical strength could not resist the mountain-like impact.

Landing on the ground, he even felt that he couldn't even stand firmly, all the energy in his body rushed left and right, completely out of control.

If the heart does not die, it will live forever.

He just remembered the words that death is cheap, no matter how painful, no matter how tired, he must stay awake, he gritted his teeth, and even bit his lips.

Ignoring the dark enemies in the sky, he turned around and continued walking towards the peak that was not far away.

"Hmph." In the sky, He Sui's father chuckled, "See how long you can hold on."

After finishing speaking, he took another casual photo with his palm from a high altitude.

"Om..." A huge black and red palm print appeared. The palm prints were so condensed that blood-red palm prints could cover tens of meters of sky, like a collapsed sky, covering Zhang Long's head in an instant.

"Boom!" The ground cracked again, revealing a deep palm print, and Zhang Long was in the center of this palm print.

People became indifferent, because Zhang Long didn't move, just lying in the palm print, like a mosquito being swat to death.The scene returned to silence.

"Hehe, isn't the Holy Spirit just like that? He doesn't even have a chance to fight back." Someone mocked.

"He didn't have a high level of cultivation in the first place, so what can he do at the stage of supernatural powers?"

"However, it's really good that this guy can withstand the power of Patriarch Qiao's palms. Is the Holy Spirit's body so tyrannical? Doesn't it mean that the Holy Spirit pays attention to inner cultivation?"

"Don't care what he is doing, the holy spirit, if you dare to appear in the demon world, you are courting death!"

People whispered to each other, the dark clouds in the sky began to gather, and the strong wind died down. Except for people's chatter, the world became deadly silent again.

Lying on the ground, Zhang Long only felt dizzy, as if the whole flesh and bones were broken, everything became in a trance, and he could vaguely hear the heart-piercing screams of the dead, preventing him from falling asleep.

Of course Zhang Long knew what it meant to fall asleep at this time, he didn't dare to fall asleep, his strong mind kept awake even at this time.

"Hehe..." Suddenly, in the quiet world, there was a bone-numbing sound.

All the demon spirits floating in the sky stared, with fear in their eyes!

"This is, this is the voice of the God of Darkness. Could it be that they have already discovered us?" Someone exclaimed.

He Sui's father indeed frowned, and looked at the palm print on the ground with horrified eyes.

In the palm print, Zhang Long's figure was rapidly distorting, and exuded a powerful and cold death aura.

"Roar..." Suddenly, a high-pitched and ferocious roar rose into the sky, and at the same time, Zhang Long's figure disappeared, and in the next second, a twisted mantis-like guy appeared in the sky, neither human nor ghost.

"My God! How did this happen? Didn't you say it was the Holy Spirit? This..." Staring at the demonized Zhang Long, all the demon spirits stared and some screamed.

But Zhang Long didn't give them a chance to think too much, the Flaming Demon Sword automatically appeared and swept out.

"Roar..." Amidst the high-pitched roar, a bloody crescent that spanned tens of meters swirled and shot out, arriving in an instant.

"Drink!" Feeling the tyrannical wind pressure, He Sui's father and a master standing in front of him shot at the same time, completely out of instinct, they raised their hands and slashed at the flying crescent moon.

"Kachacha..." More than a dozen hand knives that condensed into substance fell down, and the huge shape became a sword or a knife, or a fist or a palm, and the blood was bright and lifelike.

The moment the two sides collided, the bloody crescent was shattered, and more than a dozen hand knives hit Zhang Long's body.

"Pfft..." A frightening column of blood spurted out, and Zhang Long's distorted tall figure made several bang bangs, his bones and flesh dented exaggeratedly, and then he flew upside down.