Plundering the Heavens

Bang!

In various speculations, the cloud of clouds in the eighth array suddenly shrouded at this time, revealing the scenes inside the array. The repairs immediately looked up and saw thousands of gods sweeping in that direction. Then, At the same time, I took a breath of cold air, and all eyes were shocked. The genius of the genius was suddenly flying in the air, and the mana was fluctuating...

shocked!

At the eighth position of this time, the Nanzhan disciple was on the left, only twelve of them were still alive, and the disciples were on the right. There were originally hundreds of them. At this time, it seems that there are only fifty or sixty. In the middle, it is the square line and the symbol of the instrument **** Zhao Changhe, Fang Xing and Zhao Changhe seem to be injured, but Zhao Changhe was nailed to a stone tablet, and Fang Xing stood in front of him. After the smoke was scattered, the monks saw their scene and realized that Zhao Changhe lost, and his heart was shocked.

But even more shocking is still behind.

"Is not satisfied?"

The little devil suddenly drank, and the detective grabbed the void, and a thunder whip appeared, and he slammed it on Zhao Changhe.

"Ka..."

It seems that Zhao Changhe, who has been nailed to the stone tablet, has been unable to move. The skin that has been pumped is fleshy, the soul is shaking, and the sound of screams has been heard for more than ten years, but it has soon been stretched. It seems that he also found that the big array has Solution, I have already been exposed to the eyes of the monks at this time, all the reactions will be seen by the public, so the teeth stick to it, only screamed half...

But this miserable scene still stung the eyes of many monks. The following group is angry.

"Oh, I can resist it... I ask you not to accept it!"

Fangxing steel teeth bite, another thunder whip manifested in the hands, pumping down to Zhao Changhe.

"Takaka..."

Countless thunders wandered around the wounds of Zhao Changhe, and the pain was unbearable.

Even Zhao Changhe is a body that has been tempered by Leifa for many times. Not to kill a few whip, but can not resist this pain.

It was not until this time that he realized that the party was desperately trying to endure with him, and he endured much pain.

"Snapped……"

"Snapped……"

One whip and one whip, just in front of this repair, the party kept screaming on this symbolic god.

"I have already passed the customs, why do I have to torture people? I quickly put the symbol of the gods..."

Some people can't stand it anymore. Speak loudly, but the voice is awkward.

"Oh, I will kill him alive, do you have opinions?"

In the face of drinking underneath, Fang Xun did not care, coldly smiled and glanced at the sky. Going back is another slap in the face.

All the monks who drank in the air were dumb, and in the air, there was still a deed in the air, as if it was a show of the world. It was before the party line that angered Zhao Changhe’s sign of life and death, which was clearly stated. The two are not only smashing, but also gambling, if the little devil is successful. The life of Zhao Changhe also lost to him, and now, he did succeed.

However, even if there is a deed in this book, is it hard to achieve hard life and watch Zhao Changhe being killed alive?

"This little trick, it’s quite a heart..."

At this time, Longjun at the foot of the mountain has been watching this scene on the mountain. Originally, the brow was slightly wrinkled, but when he looked at the line and kept hitting the thunder of Zhao Changhe, he looked up and looked at the life and death deeds suspended in the air. Suddenly he thought of something and his eyes lit up.

"Why is he doing this, killing it and killing it? Isn’t this the way to anger?"

The dragon girl was worried, whispered, and anxious.

In fact, it is not only her, but the Nanzhun monks who have not entered the army in the week are equally anxious and do not understand what the party is doing.

Since he has already won, and there is a deed in hand, why not kill him directly, instead of being beaten with a thunder in the eyes of the public?

It’s hard to make it happen because the instrumental son of God has beaten his master with a whip, so he is deliberately retaliating?

"Oh, my daughter, you are really a little farther than the little quail, it’s a bit far behind!"

Long Jun heard the voice of worry, but also smiled a little, a little helpless sigh.

"Is not satisfied?"

Another whip was pumped down, and Kalla hit him on Zhao Changhe, sucking his half body.

Under the power of the thunder of the square, Zhao Changhe even suffered damage to the soul, and the pain went straight to the depths of the soul, especially horrible.

"You... you kill me soon..."

Zhao Changhe suddenly shouted, his voice was desperate and sorrowful, almost with a crying, the gambling of the birth and death deed was in front, let him despair, and in front of everyone, was beaten by this little devil, swearing, It also made him lose his face, and even a little disheartened taste. The gods who used to be high, now the prisoner of the mud, and how do you survive?

"Kill you?"

The party laughed and waved and slammed again. The sound of Zhao Changhe’s screaming paused, and the screams rang, and it was introduced into the ears.

"I am killing you. The stronger your body is, the longer your pain will be. This is no way!"

The party bites his teeth and smiles slyly, but the whip is not hesitant, neither fast nor slow.

The party lined up and drank low, but it also made the public repairs clearly understand: "A dying old man, old friends are dead and dead, sleepy, and a person who came to your front, thinks about it. If you want to make a slap in the fight, you are actually trying to make a gamble. You don’t want to make a fuss, you can beat with a thunder, and he will concede defeat... Do you know what it is? Now I will let you taste it. Or, it is the people under the mountain who can't bear to see you being killed, bowing to Xiaoye, or killing you alive!"

The words of Fang Xing were very cold and cold, and they were even more stunned than Lei Hui. Sensen was beaten on Zhao Changhe.

"you you……"

Zhao Changhe suddenly screamed and looked at the eyes of Fang Xing, as if he was watching ghosts.

If you have nothing to do, "Yes, I am using your little life, as a legislature!"

"啪啪啪"

Thunder whip constantly condenses, and then draws down, a whip is more than a whip, but it is calm and abnormal, not anxious.

Under the mountains, there are no sounds, only the voice of the whip is constantly passed into the ears of the repairs.

This kind of voice, like a whip, is constantly being beaten in the hearts of the people.

"This... this little devil wants to use this method to force us to agree to the Nanzhan way of doing things?"

Someone couldn't resist the sound of this spell, and the trembling sounded.

They have already vaguely guessed the idea of ​​a square line. This little devil head seems to have no head and no brain. In fact, it is a gloomy and terrible thing. From the signing of the birth and death deed, he has this idea, deliberately. After the break, there is no more rushing whip and whip to beat this sacred instrument, the **** of the **** Zhao Changhe, one for revenge, and secondly, it is in this way to force the symbolist and the northern domain. Admit defeat, there is already a clear gambling on the birth and death deed, and the symbolist and the northern domain are not repaired. It is not that Zhao Changhe cannot be saved. It is only according to the gambling contract. If they dare to save people, they must directly agree to the Nanzhan Road. Things.

This whipping process is a process of waiting for the Northern Territory to repair and the main channel of the instrument.

Save or not?

Seeing that my **** is killed alive, or swallowing this breath, and promised to stand in the South?

If you don't save, what is it?

Moreover, the sect of the sacred sect was killed, and the genius of the genius was only able to watch, and the reputation of the genre was also a fatal blow.

If it is saved, it is undoubtedly cheaper for the Nanzhun monk and this little devil.

Because no matter how you look at this time, the little devil's head is already the end of the strong, it is impossible to survive the remaining two levels.

I don't know how many eyes, this time is concentrated on the face of the symbolist Taoist, the young Taoist, this time the eyes are also indifferent and terrible, the eyes are not instantaneously looking at the mountain is being the little devil Zhao Changhe, a whip and a whip, looks like a face, but if you look closely, you can see that the little devil has a whip, and his eyes are beating.

After all, it is the Son of God who has spent a hundred years of hard work on the whole instrumental path. In the future, it will resist the ravages.

If it is really killed by a living, then there is no time for the symbol of the second **** to come out?

Save or not?

The symbolist of this instrumentalist is tense, and the heartstrings are trembled. If Zhao Changhe died in a large array, he would probably be angry and unremarkable, and the flames would burn, but there would be no such eyes. His own son was killed, but he did not know whether it should be saved. With his heart, how can he not understand, the little devil, is simply using this method to force himself to save people!

At this time, next to him, the old-fashioned pure Yang Taoist and the Yinling Taoist, his eyes also fell on his face.

At the bottom of these two eyes, there are some weird radiances that float like words, but they can only be silent after all.

This matter, after all, has to be the owner of this symbol.

Although Fu Dao may not be able to represent the opinions of the entire northern part of Shenzhou, if he promised to make a small demon head to observe the road, he would save his own son, neither the pure Yang Road nor the Yin Ling Dao would say. What, after all, the situation is different, and I have changed my own place, and I can probably understand the mind of the lord. After all, a god, identity is a leisurely one.

The rest of the problem depends on whether he saved or not! (To be continued.)

Ps: I finally have to go back to Qingdao, a stable life, stable code word time, inexplicably excited!