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Chapter 129 The Demon King’s Cinnabar Mole (35)

Soon, a large number of Moxiu died.

The rest of the demon cultivators directly closed the stone gate, blocking their circuit.

She really didn't understand.

The good-looking eyebrows were raised slightly, the corners of the slender eyes were slightly raised, and the whole person exuded a loose atmosphere.

The mysterious realm of the majestic cultivator clan has actually been broken into by a demon cultivator.

The roar of the big monster was deafening.

The sky and the earth seemed to be shaking.

A pair of green eyes rolled around, with an expression that seemed to be joyful. After all, it had not eaten human flesh in 1000 years.

The monster looked like a modern-day crocodile, only taller, fatter, and bigger.

The teeth looked sharp, and the basin-sized mouth was drooling.

Omg.

Well, monster, you managed to make me sick.

Tan Sang opened a fan in his hand, with a black base, black lace patterns on the corners, and beautiful flowers blooming in the middle.

She waved at the monster, and seven or eight small arrows were released from the fan. The arrows were inscribed with magic spells and were extremely powerful.

Can penetrate iron armor.

But those arrows had clearly hit the monster, but they fell directly to the ground.

It has no effect on it at all.

The monster seemed to be enraged, and its green eyes suddenly became fiery red.

With a sweep of his big tail, Tan Sang has no spiritual power to protect his body at all, just like a mortal, he was directly ejected several meters away.

At the same time, the monster roared, and the surrounding stones attacked them both.

Boyan used the sword as the eye of the magic circle and set up a barrier to block the stones.

Seeing that these stones could not do anything to them, the monster was covered with scales all of a sudden, and the scales hit them one by one.

These scales are indestructible, comparable to the scales of Candle Dragon.

The barrier was quickly broken.

A scale scratched the corner of her eye, and a trace of blood was drawn at the tiny mole at the end of her eye.

Boyan's crescent-white long gown had several cuts, and it was covered with bloodstains.

Because he hurt his heart just now, this time the blow was even more severe, he spat out a mouthful of blood heavily, and his face was pale.

There was a hint of moisture in the twinkling eyes, obviously in extreme pain, but he endured it.

She took a look, and her eyes immediately darkened and filled with blood.

The woman pursed her lips, her delicate face was beautiful and alluring, when she raised her head, her eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Dressed in a lazy and luxurious golden silk red robe, at this moment, people feel that there is an overwhelming chill, sweeping up and pervading.

"Really, courting death!"

The fan in her hand suddenly became full of spiritual energy, and she moved quickly, drawing spells one after another.

Trapped that monster heavily.

I don't know when there was an extra long sword in his hand.

He turned around suddenly and ran forward with all his strength without hesitation.

The long sword was submerged in its body, its eyes were stained scarlet, and its fair and beautiful face was stained with blood, making it look enchanting and charming under the hazy yellow light.

Suddenly his whole body trembled, his throat was slightly sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted on the monster's body.

The slender figure fell from mid-air like a kite with a broken thread.

Shaky.

Boyan's heart tightened, and the body disappeared in the next second.

Tan Sang mobilized his spiritual power and was driven out by the secret realm.

The magic circle spread over the monster also disappeared in an instant.

And her blood swelled the monster's veins and greatly increased its spiritual power.

I saw the young boy from Zhilan Yushu standing up.

His dark eyes seemed to be stained with bloodthirsty light, like monster flames burning in the darkness.

The whole person is like a ghost.

As if appearing on the blood-colored lotus, with a dark and cold aura, like a dark Shura, with extreme danger.

(End of this chapter)