What a joke.

What kind of freak is the Eleventh Prince, and what kind of thing is the body that he took away from his body?

Physical strength is strong.

The energy reserve is terrifying.

You can even exert mysterious spiritual powers.

Now it's even weirder, it can actually superimpose additional amplifying power like the Seventh Prince.

Is there such an invincible body in the universe?

What the hell is going on.

Can anyone tell us what is going on.

Several sword immortals looked desperate, their hands and feet were weak, like death row prisoners who had been sentenced to death.

It's over.

This time, it's really over.

There are no fools in the Sword Immortal Clan.

At this point, the tenth prince no longer had any chance of winning.

The difference is only 125.

The Eleventh Prince has grown to such an extent that with just one punch, he can break the Tenth Prince's record.

This is simply the most vicious joke in heaven.

Even with a score of 9125, he would actually lose.

These sword immortals are not willing to give in.

The rest of the dog-licking clan kowtowed crazily towards Zhao Chu, and also kowtowed crazily towards the king of dog-licking people.

Starting from today, their dog-licking tribe will finally have a king with extraordinary strength.

The soul power of so many races present is enough for this licking dog to break through to the strongest king.

Starting from today, the days of being trampled on by the dog-lickers are finally over.

"King, from today on, we will only be your licking dogs!"

"King, I want to be your licking dog!"

"The king of the dog-licking tribe has appeared, finally appeared!"

The dog lickers shouted fanatically towards the dog licker king.

Just now, the licking dog who dared to bet on Zhao Chu has been named the king of licking dogs.

These licking dogs did not lick the Eleventh Prince. They were not qualified to lick the Ye Ghost Emperor.

Therefore, they want to lick their own king.

As for the Wolf Head Clan, as for the Brown Bear Clan, and the Sword Immortal Clan, they are all bullshit, they are all bullshit.

Starting today, the dog lickers finally stand up.

"Asshole!"

"I'm telling you, dog lickers can only truly stand up if they lick themselves."

"Promise me, the dog lickers, from today on, you will only be your own dog lickers, and you will never lick anyone or any race again."

The dog-licking king was almost angered to death by his tribe.

What does he rely on to get to this point and have everything he wants?

Licking?

no!

The three cultivators didn't even bother to let themselves lick it.

He put away his tongue and picked up his dignity.

Only courage and fearlessness can make a licking dog achieve everything.

Only you deserve to be licked by yourself.

"Wang is right, be your own licking dog and only lick yourself!"

The dog lickers raised their arms and shouted.

This scene was seen by other races, but they could only shake their heads helplessly.

They also think the dog lickers are noisy.

But now that the matter has come to this, who dares to yell at the dog-licking tribe?

In the future, the dog-licking clan may be the royal clan.

You know, there are only four people who support the eleventh prince.

From now on, the power of the entire Ye Ghost Clan will fall into the hands of four people?

However, since cultivators are indifferent to fame and wealth, the future power may really fall to the Licking King alone.

The wolf-headed tribe, who had been licked by the dog-licking tribe just now, now looked flattering.

They are already thinking of ways to lick these noble licking dogs.

There is even a shameless wolf-headed tribe who has stuck out his tongue.

Who wouldn't be a licker?

…

"I should be older than that wolf-headed tribe just now!"

Zhao Chu looked down at the earth.

Those people on the ground have become ants.

Even some races with huge bodies are just slightly larger ants.

Zhao Chuping looked over, and his head could already touch the leaves of the Ghost King Tree.

Looking further into the distance, Zhao Chu could even see the slope at the end of the sky.

In his eyes, Ye Gui's planet already appeared round.

This means that he stands high enough.

"Little King Kong, how much do we want to expand?"

Zhao Chu asked.

He is now confident that he can score more than 300 points with one punch.

Even if it exceeds 9000, the difficulty becomes a hundred times.

But Zhao Chu is extremely powerful.

"I will try my best to keep you expanding."

"Find a way to see what is at the top of the Ghost King Tree!"

"One punch is enough for Ye Gui Huang's throne. We will use our limited power on the edge of the blade!"

Little King Kong was panting.

Zhao Chu could tell that he was very tired.

"Okay, then just keep expanding until the force of a punch is enough."
Chapter completed!