Jul 24, 2024
But soon his face sank and he suddenly turned back and shot two terrible lights in his eyes.
Behind him, there was a virtual shadow floating hazily. Behind him, he looked exactly the same.
This figure is bloody elsewhere. There is a new paw on the shoulder, and the neck is rotated by one hundred degrees. It seems that the neck has been twisted by life and life, and it is very strange to hang down at will.
"damn it"
The blood rain strong want to also don’t want to directly into the sky and fled to the distance.
That virtual shadow hangs firmly behind him, not only has it not been dumped, but he is closer.
This made his heart angry and he couldn’t help roaring. The sound was earth-shattering, and dozens of mountains rumbled and shook, and he collapsed in the roar.
Some monks were shocked to see the strong blood prison without saying anything, and they fled to the distance in a flash.
Then!
Ah!
In a scream to squeal than.
Some monks looked back in horror and saw a Bai Sensen figure in a pale suit, wearing long hair of ancient undertaker, which covered his appearance. The palm of his hand grabbed the strong body of the blood prison and the other hand held his neck and slowly turned.
Bang, bang, bang!
The sound of broken bones makes the scalp numb.
The blood prison strong body twitching chest blood rolling neck directly was slowly reversed one hundred degrees yuan god extinction completely dead.
Bang!
The Bai Sensen figure casually threw the bones of the blood prison’s strong body in a Yin qi diffuse around and glanced at the distant crowd’s mouth and gave a shrill laugh. It was creepy qR1.
"What kind of monster is this?"
"Let’s go!"
The hearts of all people fled to the distance.
Whew!
That Bai Sensen figure swooped in the past, and the speed was so fast that people couldn’t see it clearly. In an instant, all the monks screamed everywhere, and all the monks died in this bloody body.
That white figure also disappeared instantly.
Yuanzhong!
Several points of light converge. Xiao Yuyuan was photographed, and his body was torn apart. It was difficult to meet in the middle, brush and regroup together, and he turned pale and gasped. "Is that monk dead?"
Chapter one thousand and forty-five The magic soul
Xiao Yu was covered with cracks, bloody and miserable, panting and strafing around.
The virtual shadow behind him has long since disappeared.
At this time, the light gathered towards the middle of the folding brush and became a fat monk with a pale face and a broken Buddha statue in his hand with horror.
"Measure that poor monk who lived as a Buddha almost went to see my Buddha."
The fat monk blanched and said
The Buddha statue in his hand burst into pieces, which prevented him from dying, but the Buddha statue was completely destroyed, which made him feel a twinge of heartache and his face twisted. "The Buddha statue of Sansheng can prevent the poor monk from dying three times. Now that three opportunities have been completed, the poor monk will really die if he meets danger again!"
Xiao Yu surprised swept sweep fat monk.
And the fat monk looked Xiao Yu heart is horrified.
He has three Buddha statues, but he can die for himself three times. What is Xiao Yu’s? What is broken by a slap in the face? It’s even the slightest loss.
Not only before this time, he also saw Xiao Yu being directly smashed into dust, but he could be alive every time, and his body was reorganized and immortal, which was simply weird.
He couldn’t believe it if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes.
Xiao Yu’s definition in his heart has long regarded him as an ancient evil corpse, which is not only powerful and poor, but also almost immortal.
Xiao Yu took a deep breath and took out a magic weapon that had been searched before, and directly swallowed it. The body was in flames, refined and cracked, and the speed visible to the naked eye quickly recovered.
Soon all these cracks disappeared.
Suddenly Xiao Yu looked up in his heart and changed his face in the distance. "Go!"
"Where to?"
Fat monk surprised hurriedly with the past.
Whew!
The two of them broke away.
In a remote ruins, there are collapsed palaces everywhere, and several monks in broken walls lie dead. There is a thick Shaqi rolling in the sky.
In a big hall, a black goat shadow sits quietly, with a disordered body and black as ink, slowly recovering from the injury.
Boom!
Xiao Yu fell directly from the sky to smash the ruins.
That magic shadow’s eyes flashed with a raven light, and Xiao Yu took a step through the ruins and came directly to the hall.
The fat monk followed all the way to see the magic shadow and immediately couldn’t help but shrink his eyes.
"Someone hurt you?"
Then Xiao Yu looked at the magic soul mouth and said
The demon soul nodded and said, "He can’t cultivate the avatar, but what I have seen before is very different. Being proficient in the soul-absorbing technique is terrible and stronger than me. He seems to have taken me as a prey several times and tried to refine me into a magic weapon!"
"Who is it?"