Zhang Zhengdao was instantly beaten by the other party and vomited blood and flew backwards.

"Zhang Zhengdao, corresponding to your Blood God Son, you spit out blood with one palm? How narcissistic should you be, so powerful as you imagine?" Wang Ke said in surprise.

"It's not that I am narcissistic. Everyone's description and expectations for themselves cannot be changed. Even if I pretend to imagine that I am weak now, it is useless. The Blood God Son can't deceive myself!" Zhang Zhengdao said depressedly, vomiting blood.

The Master's Blood God Son pounced on him again.

"boom!"

Zhang Zhengdao was killed instantly, and was defeated by his corresponding Blood God Son again and again.

Zhou Lin and the Eighteen Bronze Men have a clear understanding of themselves, and they fought in full swing for a while, and they did not decide whether to win or lose.

At this moment, Wang Ke's blood god son ran towards Wang Ke.

"Roar!" The Blood God Son roared and slapped Wang Ke with a palm.

Wang Ke's face changed and he slapped him with a palm.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The corresponding Blood God Son of Wang Ke was instantly shot away by Wang Ke.

"What?" Everyone couldn't help but turn their heads and look.

"Huh? This Blood God Son is not very good either? He knocked it down with one move!" Wang Ke said in shock.

Wang Ke carried Zhang Li'er and walked towards the Blood God Son who rushed over again.

"Bang!"

With a slap, Wang Ke slapped the Blood God Son who simulated himself away.

"Why? Wang Ke, why is your Blood God Son only innate realm strength?" Zhang Zhengdao exclaimed.

Wang Ke is now at the eighth level of the Golden Dan Realm, and isn’t it like playing the Blood God Son with the Innate Realm?

"I don't know either!" Wang Ke frowned.

"No, is your description and expectation of yourself in your heart the innate realm? Wang Ke, each of us hopes to become stronger and stronger! Your pursuit and your expectation are that your cultivation is very weak and weak? In your heart, you hope that you are a weak chicken? Why?" Zhang Zhengdao stared at Wang Ke.

Wang Ke was stunned. In my heart, are you expecting that I am weak?

Well, it seems that I have this concern. I hope that my cultivation will not increase, otherwise I will be cremated and ascended. Moreover, the higher my cultivation level, the more merits you need. How can I have so many merits? It would be great if I had the cultivation level of the innate realm! Then, there is no need to worry about cremated and ascended, nor do I have to worry about not having enough merits.

At this moment, the Blood God Son King can pounce again.

"Bang!"

Wang Ke slapped him away with another slap.

The eighteen Arhats who were tired of dealing with each other, Zhou Lin and Zhang Zhengdao, who were covered in blood, looked at Wang Ke foolishly.

Why? Why is your opponent so weak? Why? Why? This is unfair!
Chapter completed!