Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

After Dao Feng pointed at them and pointed at himself, he went to a farther place to do some shameful things.

"This guy is the most smug." Ning Rongrong curled her lips and muttered.

However, the worry in his eyes dissipated, and so did Zhu Zhuqing.

"Oscar, give it a good time." Zhao Wou-ki handed out a cold dagger to the excited Oscar who couldn't hold back himself.

After taking it, Oscar trotted to the huge head of the dying pink girl beaten by Zao Wou-ki.

According to the position pointed by Zhao Wuji, stabbed it with a knife, ending its life.

Xiao Wu looked away, watching them being killed and the spirit ring being absorbed, it always felt a bit sad when the rabbit died.

Oscar sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to absorb his fourth spirit ring.

In the lingering purple mist, another place.

Someone with the knife has cleaned the blood from his body.

It was planned to delay until Tang San got rid of the leader of the pink girl, but unexpectedly, the pink girl surrounded him endlessly.

After smelling his body, Dao Feng frowned, and there was still a faint smell of blood...

Forget it.

Let's wash it again.

I washed my body again with a special medicinal powder, put on new clothes, and smelled my body again, and it was much better this time.

Although there is still a little bloody smell.

Go back from the tree and come to the center where the battle hit me just now.

After glancing at the corpses strewn all over the tree, he said softly, "Rest in peace."

Then he returned to the center and joined the crowd.

He didn't spend much time taking a bath, and the purple mist hadn't dissipated yet.

Seeing him walking out of the purple mist, Ma Hongjun was startled: "Brother Dao, you scared me to death!"

"Good boy, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Dao Feng smiled and shook his head.

"You bastard, if you don't come back again, I suspect that you were eaten by a soul beast." Ning Rongrong turned to look at Daofeng.

"The soul beast that wants to eat me may not have tens of thousands of years of cultivation." Dao Feng smiled.

"Megalomaniac."

Ning Rongrong completely let go of her heart.

"Little San, why are you looking at me like that? Is there still blood on my face?"

Dao Feng looked at Tang San suspiciously.

Tang San shook his head and remained silent.

"Forget it, one or two are weird, I'll go recover my soul power." Seeing Flender and the others staring at him, Dao Feng spread his hands helplessly, and walked not far from Oscar to start recovering his soul power.

The purple gradually faded away.

The surroundings of the camp are white, and yellow souls appear along with the corpses of pink girls.

Ning Rongrong smiled and said to Zhu Zhuqing: "Zhuqing, you are so powerful, judging from the density of pink girl corpses in your direction, you probably killed more than Boss Dai."

Zhu Zhuqing shook his head and said nothing.

Dai Mubai's face is not good-looking, and he didn't kill as many as Zhu Zhuqing, a shameless stinky woman? !

Tang San came to Xiao Wu's side and said softly: "Are you all right?"

Xiao Wu shook her head: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"I'll go! What the hell is this!" Ma Hongjun's ghostly cry suddenly exploded.

(The sharp-eyed readers must have noticed that I missed that the purple haze has hallucinogenic effects. Don’t spray it, just treat it as non-toxic. My baby is suffering ▄█?█●)

[I haven't seen a reward for a long time, a monthly pass... Hehe? (????)]

Chapter 130 Seven, If You Don't Call 666 Now, When Will You Wait?

Xiao Wu said dissatisfied: "Fatty, what's your ghost name!"

"No, look there, the whole area is glowing!"

Ma Hongjun anxiously pointed in a certain direction, and as the purple mist dissipated, apart from the scattered dozens of pink girls, behind him, a large halo appeared!

Dimly visible - it is composed of white, yellow and purple!

The master narrowed his eyes, and said two words lightly: "Spirit ring?"

In due course, the wind comes.

The purple mist dissipated completely.

That place is no longer hazy, but the scene like a slaughter field still makes everyone in the field pale.

On the ground, there were corpses everywhere, fragmented, layer upon layer, and the pink blood dyed the earth with a coquettish makeup.