My substitute female CEO

There are three powerful men in the Xuandan Realm in the National Martial Arts Bureau, as well as Zhu Qingshan, Monk Mingjing and a sloppy old man.

Six powerful men in the Mysterious Core Realm couldn't suppress the Corpse King, so there was really no other way.

At this time, Xiao Xiaofeng suddenly asked: "Is Monk Mingjing okay?"

Ji Yunpeng nodded and said: "Little Master Mingjing is very strong. He can deal with a Corpse King alone!"

Hearing this, Xiao Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief.

But Chen Nan's expression became even more solemn.

In other words, the five Xuandan realms could not suppress the other Corpse King.

"Mucheng and the others are back..."

Xiao Xiaofeng suddenly looked in one direction and spoke.

Chen Nan turned around and looked around, and through the faint moonlight he could see four figures staggering towards him.

Several people immediately greeted him.

Su Mucheng was seen supporting Qin Muwan, who was covered in blood and bloated.

Cheng Feng, on the other hand, was supporting Aqiang, who had a piece of wood stuck in his chest.

He couldn't determine the extent of Aqiang's injury, and he didn't dare to pull out the stick rashly.

"Master Nan...save Aqiang..." Cheng Feng said in a panic.

Chen Nan's eyes glowed with a faint golden light, and she saw the wooden stick pressed tightly against Aqiang's heart.

The middle of the stick was broken, and many barbs had pierced his heart. Fortunately, Cheng Feng did not pull out the stick rashly, otherwise it would directly lead to Aqiang's death.

"Be patient!"

Chen Nan held down Aqiang's shoulder with one hand, held the wooden stick with the other hand, brushed off the bark on it, and then pushed forward suddenly.

The wooden stick passed through Aqiang's body. Aqiang's clothes were soaked with sweat and blood. He gritted his teeth and endured the heartbreaking pain.

Cheng Feng took off his coat and tore it into strips of cloth to bandage Aqiang's wounds, while Chen Nan used the Taiyi Divine Needle to seal several acupuncture points on Aqiang's body to stop his bleeding.

Qin Muwan took off the eight-part vajra that was tied to her body and handed it to Chen Nan: "Uncle Master... I have completed the task!"

Master Uncle?

Chen Nan trembled slightly and turned to look at Qin Muwan who was covered in blood.

Her clear eyes no longer had the sparkle they once had.

Qin Muwan turned around and took out a piece of white cloth from her underwear with Sanskrit written in blood.

She handed the white cloth to Chen Nan and said, "This is how to use the Eight-part Vajra!"

Chen Nan felt a stabbing pain in his heart. Qin Muwan had paid too much for this. He stretched out his heavy hands to take the eight vajra pestles and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you..."

Qin Muwan opened her mouth, as if she was going to say something, but she hesitated. She lowered her head and stopped looking at Chen Nan.

"Mu Cheng, take them down the mountain first!"

As soon as Chen Nan finished saying this, he realized something was wrong. He was worried that Bei Xie and Wang Zhenyang would intercept him, so he changed his words and said, "Forget it, you can come with me, but you have to stay away from the Corpse King!"

Afterwards, Chen Nan led several people towards a vast forest 2000 meters away.

At this time, a large section of the towering trees in the forest, as thick as buckets, fell down.

Monk Mingjing, Zhu Qingshan, Ji Wuming, and Yu Wuhen are still resisting desperately.

One of the corpse kings rushed towards the mirror.

Ming Jing clasped his hands together, then suddenly spread them apart.

The rosary in his hand turned into eighteen rays of golden light and struck towards the Corpse King.

Bang bang bang!

The Corpse King was punched through the chest by eighteen rays of golden light, but the wound healed in the blink of an eye.

"Shura Buddha's Hand!"

Ming Jing raised his hand and slapped it.

The true essence condensed into a palm print exuding countless Sanskrit words and slapped it on the corpse king.

The Corpse King flew out and knocked down a large tree as thick as a bucket.

The big tree pressed straight against Yu Wuhen, who was lying on the ground dying.

Ji Wuyun turned to his real energy and punched out with all his strength. Trees as thick as a bucket were blown to pieces.

Another Corpse King found an opportunity and ducked behind Ji Wuming, piercing the back of his heart with his sharp nails.

Ji Wuming's figure gradually disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already a hundred meters away.

The Corpse King is indeed very fast, and he is still slightly inferior to him.

Wuchen said in a deep voice: "If this continues, we will all die here!"

He wants to get rid of the Corpse King more than anyone else.

But he also realized that they were no match for the Corpse King.

"Those bastards from the National Martial Arts Bureau have already escaped. We are no match for the Corpse King now. Let's find an opportunity to retreat!"

Zhu Qingshan spoke in agreement.

Ji Wuming nodded in agreement.

At this moment, a sonic boom sounded in the sky.

Zhu Qingshan and everyone immediately raised their heads.

I saw a black shadow descending from the sky.

boom!

A corpse king fell to the ground.

A deep pit one meter in diameter was dug into the ground.

The corpse king shrouded in black mist jumped out of the pit, staring at a few people with his scarlet eyes.

hiss…

Zhu Qingshan couldn't help but gasp.

Another corpse king.

This is the third corpse king.

"Without further ado, let's go quickly..."

Ji Wuming's face showed unprecedented solemnity.

Zhu Qingshan and others fled in all directions.

The recently arrived Corpse King and another Corpse King launched a flanking attack on Ming Jing.

Ming Jing clasped his hands together and held out the golden bell again.

Dangdang!

The two corpse kings frantically bombarded the phantom of the Golden Bell.

In just a moment, the golden bell was filled with a large number of cracks and then shattered.

Seeing that Ming Jing could not escape, Zhu Qingshan stopped again.

Ji Wuming and Yu Wuhen also stopped under a big tree.

They were silent, and then turned back with firm eyes.

Mirror Monk is here to help, they can't leave their teammates behind.

Rumble!

There were constant explosions in the woods.

Big trees fell one after another.

A large chunk of flesh was scratched off Zhu Qingshan's chest by the Corpse King's sharp claws.

Another punch sent him flying and hit the ground hard.

Following closely was Yu Wuhen, who only had the cultivation level of Xuanzhen Realm.

Wuchen used the Nine-Character Mantra again, but his injuries had not healed yet and his body was very weak. The Corpse King pinched his neck and pinned him against the tree. He opened his fangs and bit his neck.

boom!

A golden palm print knocked the Corpse King away. Just as Ming Jing took action to help Wuchen out of danger, he was stabbed through the right shoulder by the Corpse King's sharp knife.

The Corpse King took the opportunity to knock Ming Jing down, raised his hand and grabbed Ming Jing's heart.

boom!

At this moment, a man with a bare upper body appeared and punched the Corpse King away with a sonic boom.

The Corpse King flew upside down and broke two big trees as thick as buckets before falling to the ground.

Ming Jing glanced at Chen Nan with lingering fear, then clapped his hands and stood up straight from the ground.

Chen Nan handed the Eight-part Vajra and the instruction manual to Ming Jing and said, "This is your Buddhist holy weapon, it can cause fatal harm to the Corpse King!"

The mirror took the eight-part vajra, but did not take the white cloth.

He smelled a woman's body fragrance on the white cloth, which must have been carried by a certain woman.

Chen Nan was stunned for a moment, guessing what Monk Ming Jing meant, he held the white cloth in his hands and spread it out.

Ming Jing stared at the white cloth intently, and after only three seconds, he held the Vajra and rushed towards the Corpse King.

Really fast?

Chen Nan stuffed the white cloth into his trouser pocket, then went over to help, and dodged towards a corpse king who was about to dig out Zhu Qingshan's heart.

Eight Desolate Collapse Fists.

A punch struck the Corpse King with a sonic boom.

The Corpse King flew out upside down, and Zhu Qingshan escaped, but another Corpse King turned into black mist and hit him.

Chen Nan continued to punch, and the Eight Desolate Collapse Fists struck into the black mist.

The Corpse King in the black mist also clenched his fists and blasted out.

The two fists collided together, and Chen Nan and the Corpse King flew out at the same time.

The Corpse King, who had been knocked away by Chen Nan just now, caught up with Chen Nan while he was flying upside down, and pinned Chen Nan to the ground with a single swoop.

It held its claws with both hands and clawed hard at Chen Nan's heart.

At this critical moment, Ming Jing soared into the air, holding the middle handle of the vajra with both hands, and recited the six-character Great Ming Mantra.

"Om Mani Pai Mi Hum!"

The tip of the vajra emitted a dazzling light, and there was a "click-click" sound of the mechanism turning inside.

The vajra that was originally thirty centimeters long actually grew to one meter in length.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of light as thick as the mouth of a bowl penetrated the chest of the Corpse King riding on Chen Nan.