Wang Yue's words, except for himself, only Xia Wei heard it, but Xia Wei was already frightened by the ubiquitous ghost crying wolf howls around him at this time, and the fierce appearance of the fat ghost king, and he didn't listen to Wang Yue's words.

The Fat Ghost King didn't know anything about this, he was still staring at Wang Yue with an angry face, his right hand clenched into a fist comparable to a bowl, and he was waiting to smash Wang Yue's head with a punch immediately after the steel fork.

"Hmmm......"

Wang Yue shook his head slowly, a look of helplessness flashed on his face and he said, "I originally wanted to save you for the end, but since you are in such a hurry to die, then I will fulfill you." ”

As soon as the words fell, the galloping steel fork had already flown in front of Wang Yue's eyes, and it was about to be directly pierced at the center of Wang Yue's eyebrows, Wang Yue raised his low-hanging right hand without hurrying, and waved it like a fallen leaf, and the steel fork full of power was suddenly shot out like an insignificant falling feather, whistling and flying to a corner in the distance, nailing a little ghost who was standing in the distance to watch the excitement and didn't have time to dodge it directly to the ground, and the rich yin qi on the steel fork immediately eroded and swallowed the unlucky little ghost, No matter how much the imp struggles and wails, it will not have any effect.

For his first blow being defused by Wang Yue casually, although the fat ghost king's face was a little ugly, he was not too surprised, and he would not be so arrogant that he felt that he could directly kill Wang Yue with this fork.

But this punch is bound for him, even if he is broken up by Wang Yue again, he has to hit Wang Yue once, otherwise his face will not be saved.

"Humph!"

Looking at the huge iron fist that was smashing towards him, Wang Yue snorted coldly with disdain, and as soon as the spiritual power in his body moved, the palm of his right hand was instantly completely wrapped in a layer of red flame with a faint blue color.

Seeing the sudden vision on Wang Yue's palm, not only did the expression of the fat ghost king who was close at hand suddenly change for a while, but even the faces of Han Song and Wang Lao Wu, who were standing not far away and watching the battle closely, also changed suddenly.

And among them, the one who felt the most was the Fat Ghost King, he could clearly feel a suffocating oppressive force from the flames on Wang Yue's palm, as if as long as he was contaminated with a trace, he would die immediately without a place to be buried.

Even the fat ghost king behaved so unbearable, and Xia Wei, who was also very close, was even more unbearable, and the whole person began to shake, looking like he might fall down at any time.

Just when Xia Wei felt as if she was being roasted on a fire, and her whole body was about to melt, her palm, which had been warm, suddenly held her little hand, and suddenly a cool feeling spread to her whole body, instantly expelling all the discomfort in her body.

Looking down, he saw that Wang Yue was gently holding his right hand with his free left hand, and Wang Yue's left hand was still emitting bursts of pale green light.

Although the closer he got to Wang Yue, the Fat Ghost King felt the more and more unbearable the heat became, but now he was already difficult to ride a tiger, and he had to get on it if he didn't want to, not to mention, Wang Yue had now entered his attack range, how could there be any reason to retreat from the battle.

"Drink!"

The Fat Ghost King roared angrily, and his huge fist smashed into the bridge of Wang Yue's nose.

Wang Yue didn't keep his hand at this time, when his fist was less than three feet away from his face, he seemed to be relaxed and casual, but in fact, he raised his right hand to meet the iron fist very quickly, and held it in the horrified gaze of the fat ghost king.

Wang Yue's palm was slender and slender, about the size of a normal person's palm, while the fat ghost king's hand was the size of a fan, clenched into a fist larger than a bowl.

Therefore, when Wang Yue's palm grabbed the fist of the fat ghost king, it was like a baby trying to grab an adult's fist with his small hand, and it looked very funny.

It's just that at this moment, obviously no one has the heart to laugh, at least the Fat Ghost King definitely doesn't have this mood, because he feels that Wang Yue's palm is like an invisible suction.

At the beginning, when he saw that Wang Yue was trying to use his inconspicuous little palm to block his fist, the fat ghost king was still laughing secretly in his heart, feeling that Wang Yue was too self-conscious, and it would be almost the same if he used the Kunwu knife.

But when the fists and palms of the two really collided together, the fat ghost king realized that something was wrong, although the moment the two fought, he didn't make a sound, but he could still clearly feel that his fist seemed to be smashed on an indestructible wall, completely unable to shake it, and this wall was Wang Yue's inconspicuous flame palm.

After discovering this, the fat ghost king's heart suddenly sank, knowing that something was wrong, and he wanted to retreat in a hurry.

However, when he stepped on his feet in mid-air, preparing to retreat backwards with the help of the Yin Qi under his feet, he was shocked to find that his fist seemed to be glued to Wang Yue's palm, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take half a step back.

What frightened the Fat Ghost King was more than that, just when he was at a loss, he suddenly saw a cold smile on the corner of Wang Yue's mouth.

Before he realized what was going on, Wang Yue said coldly: "Annihilation!" Sky Fire Dragon Flame! ”

As soon as the words fell, the flames on Wang Yue's palm, which were originally only inches high, quickly exploded, and in the blink of an eye, they were already dozens of centimeters high, and they were all spreading towards the fat ghost king's right arm.

After the entire right arm was contaminated with flames, the fat ghost king suddenly let out a heart-rending howl, and his fat body struggled violently, trying to extinguish the flames on his right arm, but to no avail, the flames were still spreading towards all parts of his body, with the intention of completely devouring him.

The Heavenly Fire Dragon Flame is one of the most rigid and yang divine fires in heaven and earth, only the ancestral dragon lineage of the dragon clan can use it, specifically restraining all yin and evil things, and it is the most suitable to deal with these ghost cultivators who are not in the climate, and the fat ghost king wants to extinguish it, it is simply wishful thinking.

Moreover, with the improvement of Wang Yue's cultivation, the limit of his Heavenly Fire Dragon Flame use has been greatly improved, and it is no longer like before, he can only raise a small flame in the palm of his hand like a trick.

As long as Wang Yue was willing, he could now wave a flame with his hand and burn any of the ghost cultivators present into smoke.

But compared to such an understatement of casual killing, Wang Yue prefers to use simple and crude methods, and the fighting method of beating the opponent to death and crushing him with one punch makes him feel more enjoyable.

After the fat ghost king fluttered a few times, he probably saw that this kind of flame was very weird, he didn't seem to be able to extinguish it at all, if it was an ordinary mortal fire, it wouldn't hurt him at all.