Douluo: Summon the eight demons at the beginning

Chapter 106 Obtaining the Dragon Talisman

The original Haotian Sect became a mountain of blood and a sea of ​​blood, the land of Shura.

Everyone looked at the demon in the sky, their faces were shocked and fearful, and their hearts were beating nervously.

"The devil is too powerful. I have to keep a low profile from now on. As long as the other party doesn't come to provoke Wuhun Palace, I won't provoke them." Qian Daoliu made up his mind.

The Holy Lord and Curse Lan were left in the sky, and there was Bo Gang hundreds of meters high on the ground.

Although they only wanted to release Bo Gang this time, because the other party wanted to take action against them, they could only kill the Haotian Sect smoothly.

"Holy Lord, if you say so, it's okay to kill so many people."

"It's annoying, but I can transfer the cause and effect to Daolong and try not to let the world notice us."

"Do you still have this ability?" Curlan turned his head in surprise, his eyes surprised.

The Holy Master had a calm expression and replied calmly, "It's true that I didn't have it before, but I have gained a lot from studying the world recently, so I just want to test it this time."

Ha ha!

Nowadays, their strength has become much stronger, and they are guaranteed to have the strength of Tang Chen who took the Eighth God Test. Like Zhongsu and Ximu, they will probably stay here.

It turned out to be a charm, he suddenly realized.

Otherwise, their servants would have gone too far.

Sword Douluo's aura became determined, and he was ready to sacrifice his life.

Ning Fengzhihui's intestines turned green, and his face gradually became distorted.

Sword Douluo's expression changed greatly, and he unsheathed his sword, but was stopped in place.

After hearing this, Bo Gang nodded, stopped thinking about those things, and concentrated on enjoying his meal.

Curse Lan was even more surprised, his eyes gradually brightened, "It seems that you are indeed suitable for doing these things, then I'll leave it to you."

As for Curse Blue and Holy Lord, at least they are at the level of gods.

Ning Fengzhi said in a low voice, "Uncle Jian, let's go!"

"Jiejie, I don't know if there is a problem, but I know he took my things."

City of the Moon.

Unexpectedly, Curse Lan's men secretly hid the Holy Lord's treasure. Is Ning Fengzhi harboring evil intentions, or is Curse Lan deliberately hiding it?

The Holy Master looked at Ning Fengzhi who was leaving, and suddenly felt some familiar power from him. His eyes lit up instantly, and the dragon soul disappeared.

In front of Ning Fengzhi and the two of them, the Holy Lord suddenly appeared, and they were stunned in the air.

"Wait." The Holy Lord floated in the air, his body twisting like running water.

Unexpectedly, by mistake, he fulfilled his promise to Bo Gang. Don't let this favor go in vain.

Below, Bo just picked up the body from the sea of ​​blood and put it into his mouth, listening to the conversation between the two with a confused look on his face.

Bibi Dong watched them talking and was already retreating in her heart.

The Holy Master chuckled and followed her words and said, "Just treat it as your feast."

Curse Lan's face turned livid, he never expected that one of his own would do such a thing, "Okay, okay! You have to accept the punishment for your stupidity!".

They saw the beam of light coming over, but they didn't expect that their master was fighting here.

Although Curse Lan doesn't care about it now, they still have to return to the Moon Capital before Curse Lan and prepare to serve Curse Lan.

Sword Douluo nodded slightly, picked him up and rushed towards the sky.

The sudden change surprised everyone. Could something else have happened?

There were waves of fluctuations in the space, and layers of gravitational waves bounced off like waves. In two or three strokes, Cursed Blue was transported to the side of the Holy Master.

Horror and regret flooded into him.

Sword Douluo's pupils were split and he was extremely sad, but he still couldn't stop this scene from happening.

Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi also looked at each other and prepared to leave.

Due to his large size, Bo Gang may be a little stronger than Zhongsu and others, but he should be a little weaker than Curse Lan, and he belongs to the god floor tiles.

She said right then and there that a big meal would be prepared for her.

His face was indifferent, and he kept spitting snakes in his mouth. The scene in front of him made him feel a little angry.

"do not want!"

Although his face is usually calm and indifferent, it doesn't mean that he won't get angry.

What are these two guys talking about?Why couldn't he understand it at all?

"Bo Gang, I know you don't understand. I'll let Ximu explain it to you later."

"No, Feng Zhi, leave quickly."

The Holy Lord didn't speak, just looked at him with a sneer.

<divclass="contentadv">The indifferent smile made Ning Fengzhi feel so stressed that he couldn't help but doubt the dragon charm on his body.

next second.

Bibi Dong was nowhere to be seen, and he didn't know when he had fled back to Tiandou City.

At the beginning, she and other demons jointly opened the demon hell and sent the Holy Lord out so that the Holy Lord could rescue her brothers and sisters from the sea of ​​suffering.

Qian Daoliu could see clearly that it was a spell wrapped in white light.

Because Sao Feng was sealed into the Demon Hell, he missed his promotion and his strength is probably lower.

No matter how hard his hands were, his bones were broken, but his body remained motionless in the air, watching helplessly as Ning Fengzhi collided with his sword.

The crimson crystal shattered, and all the people in black stood up.

Ximu and Zhongsu went away in two directions.

She still has to obtain the power of the spell. If anything happens to her while she is here and is delayed, she doesn't think Daolong will wait for her honestly.

In front of him, Ning Fengzhi's mouth was bleeding, his eyes were empty and desperate.

puff-

She was grateful to the Holy Lord for still remembering what she said back then.

"Holy Lord, are there any problems with these guys?" He asked in a cold tone.

Shui Bing'er's little hand wiping the fruit plate trembled, and then tears fell down.

Damn it, the talisman is the treasure of the Holy Lord. He must have the ability to explore the talisman. I should have thought of it earlier.

Ning Fengzhi looked puzzled, still thinking of getting away with it.

His eyes are firm, and the sword in his heart is as sharp as a sword. He must protect Fengzhi no matter what. He is the hope of Black Hand and the savior of mankind!

Qian Daoliu and Feng Xiaotian stood in the distance in the sky, looking here curiously.

He knew about the two guys as soon as they arrived, but such a small fact couldn't really attract his attention.

Damn it, what is this dead dragon looking at? Am I exposed?

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he pretended to be calm.

But he had at least completed one task, and dying here would be considered worthy of his responsibility.

At the last moment of his life, he recalled his life and couldn't help but smile miserably.

He had a thoughtful look on his face.

Julan said coldly.

The Holy Lord's voice sounded, and Ning Fengzhi felt as if he had been hit by an eight-magnitude earthquake, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he was frightened.

Ning Fengzhi looked horrified, and was controlled by invisible gravity to fly up and hit the sword next to him.

Curse Lan turned around and took a look and didn't care anymore, waiting peacefully for Ximu and the others to come back.

There are countless secret strongholds in various places in Douluo Continent.

"Master Demon?"

A stream of light left the scene, attracting the attention of everyone present.

"Holy Lord, you still remember my request. It's quite interesting. I sent you out in vain."

The Holy Master spoke, and a white light rushed out of Ning Fengzhi's pocket and was swallowed by the Holy Master.

It's over, it's over!This damn devil must know that the dragon charm is on me.

As Wallon, I should be considered the most incompetent among all previous Wallongs.

"The second generation of the Black Hand Gang is born, all of them."

The leader looked across and said, "The first generation of black hands, please commit suicide!"

Without any hesitation, the men in black cut off their heart veins, and bright red blood flowed from their facial features.