Urban Hidden Dragon

After Wang Han saw Di Lao.

I was so excited that I almost dropped the little pearl.

The bad old man finally came out.

Fang Chao looked at Di Lao.

The tractor-like laughter came out again.

"Di Wuji is finally out!"

Di Wuji clasped his hands behind his back, "I came out a long time ago and followed you all the way, but you didn't notice, so who can you blame?"

Fang Chao's expression changed slightly.

As the two people communicated, the surrounding air began to twist.

It's like the heat evaporating from the road under a high temperature of to degrees, visually distorting the space.

Cracks gradually appeared on the wall.

The two of them were already competing with each other as soon as they met.

Wang Han was weak and pitifully tied behind Fang Chao, unable to move.

His eyes were numb when he winked at Di Lao, but it was as if Di Lao didn't see it.

The two old guys looked at each other.

With a bang!

Wang Han felt like his eardrums were going to be blown out.

The load-bearing pillars of the dungeon cell where they were were exploded.

There are signs of collapse in the ground above.

Fang Chao laughed again.

He stamped his feet hard.

He raised his hand covered with rings and grabbed it from the distance towards Di Lao.

Di Lao remained motionless.

But the harsh sonic boom that exploded directly between the two sides directly affected Wang Han, a small fish in the pond.

My head was filled with zinging sounds.

Accompanied by a loud bang!

The ground collapses!

Fang Chao grabbed Wang Han and rushed towards Di Lao.

Di Lao clasped his hands behind his back and swayed backwards with his fat body.

Fang Chao stepped out of the dungeon room, and the dungeon was directly swallowed up under the ruins.

"You don't want any sons?" Di Lao smiled at Fang Chao.

Fang Chao ignored it and pulled Wang Han's shoulder with one hand, "It's enough to have an adopted son!"

Wang Han stared at Fang Chao with big eyes.

Nima!

6 Ah!

Tiger poison doesn't even eat its seeds, this old wall lamp is so cool.

This is because he is determined to let me accept him as his adoptive father.

Wang Han followed Fang Chao like a puppet on strings.

The scope of the collapse of the dungeon behind is still expanding.

Wang Han felt sorry for the yuppie.

He looked at Yang Yuanlang who was still unconscious and shouted.

"Yang Yuanlang! Wake up, you idiot! Don't faint again and transport my cows out! Do I support you?"

After looking back, Wang Han remembered again that the evil sword just fell into the cell.

He shouted quickly.

"Father! Wait a minute, my knife is still down there!"

Fang Chao ignored Wang Han's yelling.

Yang Yuanlang, who was in a coma, was hit by a pebble from nowhere and woke up.

After rubbing his head, he turned around and saw Wang Han running out following an old man with uncoordinated hands and feet.

The collapse is still happening inside, spreading towards this side.

Turning his head and looking around, he saw that all the individuals from the Juyi League had been killed by the Northeastern guys who had just rushed in.

Nearly % of the cows were stabbed, and Wang Han yelled.

Yang Yuanlang came to his senses.

He quickly grabbed the nearest cows and ran outside.

I just woke up and my body has not fully recovered. There is still a landslide behind me and there is a square nest in front of me.

Don't dare to run too fast or walk too slowly.

And he brought several cows with him at once, and his movements were funny, just like Zhang Yi's emoticon when he was walking away with two bags of things.

He escaped from the dungeon.

In the place where the collapse was most serious, the house above crashed into an irregular pit.

Wang Han felt distressed again.

Fang Chao and Di Lao stood in two places. Wang Han was still bound behind Fang Chao by invisible threads, like a puppet on strings.

"Everyone's eyes were on Wang Muhou before, but they almost ignored you!"

Di Lao held the thermos cup behind his back.

"You can't blame others for being stupid."

Fangchao’s tractor-like laughter is always magical.

"The layout has been really painstaking for so many years. It's a pity that it took decades to raise a knife for me!"

After Di Lao unscrewed the lid of the cup and took a sip, he tightened the lid of the thermos cup and said, "If you want to drink, do it now. If you still want to talk nonsense, I will go get a glass of water."

Fang Chao raised his hands.

Wearing rings on all ten fingers of both hands.

Wang Han, who was at the rear, suddenly realized that he was being controlled because of Fang Chao's ring.

Fang Chao slapped his chest with both hands.

There was a low drink in the throat.

"The devil is coming!"

The whole person's momentum suddenly rose.

Wang Han was preparing to watch the excitement.

Unexpectedly, Fang Chao, an old man, turned around and slapped Wang Han's Tianling Gai'er.

An extremely powerful evil energy rushed into Wang Han's body, running wildly among Wang Han's limbs and bones.

Wang Han's eyes instantly turned into two thin lines.

The whole person is in a state of being ready to go berserk at any time.

Di Lao held the thermos cup behind his back and showed no intention to stop him. Instead, he had an expression like "I'm just watching you pretend to be cool".

Fang Chao's throat sounded like a tractor laugh again.

He patted Wang Han on the shoulder excitedly.

Then he smiled at Di Lao and said, "I'll play with you first!"

The figure flashed and headed towards Di Lao.

The bodies of the two sides were not touching, but the Qi body evil energy between them violently collided.

There were constant sonic booms.

The two of them passed by, and the wall suddenly turned into dust.

Everything he passed was almost pushed horizontally.

Wang Han shook his head vigorously on the spot.

But the evil energy that Fang Chao injected into Wang Han just now was indeed enough.

Not only was it filled with Wang Han, but it also overflowed.

The Purana Sutra can no longer suppress the evil spirits in the body.

At this moment, even suspended animation has no effect.

The force shutdown button is broken.

The terrifying aura gradually emitted from Wang Han's body like a tide.

The sober energy that I desperately controlled was gradually annihilated.

Yang Yuanlang, who was still moving cows out of the ruins, suddenly felt a violent shock.

I could clearly feel a sense of terror mixed with a familiar crisis.

Yang Yuanlang slowly turned his head and looked at Wang Han, who was standing not far away.

Wang Han, who had his head lowered, slowly raised his head.

Open your arms slowly.

Turn your back to the sky.

A cold and cruel evil smile gradually formed on the corners of his lips.

Those eyes that turned into round pupils again were filled with endless madness.

The destructive aura from his body was overwhelming.

Under the evil spirit.

Yang Yuanlang was shrouded in it.

Yang Yuanlang's body was as stiff as an electric shock.

He stared blankly at Wang Han's back.

A sense of fatal familiarity came over me.

Many fragments come to mind.

On top of the ancient and vicissitudes of the magnificent altar.

The scarlet sky was reflected in the eyes of the lonely king.

Corpses piled up in mountains, blood flowed in the oars, mourners filled the fields, and China was in chaos.

Fragmented images kept flashing by.

New scenes were drawn in my mind.

The tall, blood-stained Buddha statue collapsed.

Crazy people stepped on the mountain of corpses and climbed up to the Buddha statue, cheering loudly.

The blood-stained Buddha's head lies horizontally.

The flowing blood seems to be the blood and tears of ancient Buddha.

Under the dry Bodhi.

The old Bodhisattva stretched out his hand and touched the ground.

Oral chanting of Buddhist scriptures.

Use up all your remaining energy to cast down the spell.

The afterglow of humanity seemed to cast an arc of holy light on his body.

In the dark world, a bright and scorching sun seems to burst out to illuminate the world!

The great sun has come!

But it was swallowed up by darkness in an instant.

The evil of human nature is like moss climbing up the decaying Buddhas, covering the eyes of the Buddhas and blinding the hearts of all living beings.

Crazy people swarmed into every corner like locusts.

Kneel down on your knees, raise your hands high, and look like a vase.

Crazy and pious kneeling down to worship the crazy king.

The collapse of rituals and music marks the end of the Dharma era.

Before passing away, the Bodhisattva pointed towards the altar.

"Already good, Shakyamuni will protect it even though it is small.

There is no good in it, so don't take it lightly and use it as a big and strong poison. "