Delusional to freeze everything?

Although there was a trace of timidity flashing in Wu Jitang's heart in the cold breath of Youmo, in front of the absolute song of the soul, that trace of timidity could definitely not become the basis for the demon sacrifice to break Wu Jitang's eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The coldness in the air was completely on his face, and the sneer in those eyes still hadn't been put away, such contempt had already made the demon priest worse than dead.

Will you stand here proudly waiting for the tip of the tentacle to approach?

It's not what Wu Jitang wants, his pride is to take the initiative to attack, his feet are already strong, his whole body kicks open the soul land, and the spear runs away from the tip of the tentacle.

Wu Jitang was laughing, and he was even more laughing at such a move.

In this way, he has a chance, if Wu Jitang has been passively defending and not taking the initiative to attack, then he really can't find a way to solve him quickly, you have to know that you don't have much time, because the bald donkey's compassion will be put away at any time, and when it is put away, then you can only be wiped out.

But now that person's heart is actually swollen to the point of taking the initiative, in the eyes of the demon priest, isn't that equivalent to taking the initiative to seek death, so a resentful smile appeared on his face at this moment.

Is that really the case?

Wu Jitang was a fool in the mind of the Demon Sacrifice, and the Demon Sacrifice did not have the power in his own brain, so big that he could penetrate Wu Jitang with a single blow.

"Khooth!"

The truth tells the Demon Priest how redundant his smile is.

The first thing the Demon Flame tentacles touched was not Wu Jitang's eyes, but the spear that took the initiative to meet it, the tip of the spear and the slightly sharp, collided together, and the one-sided situation in the Demon Sacrifice's mind did not appear, although Wu Jitang had been knocked away, but this was not what the Demon Sacrifice wanted the most, and in his opinion, the difference was too far.

Because it's just a knock off.

Wu Jitang turned over in the air, unloaded the force of the impact, and fell to the ground with a thud, but it was not so simple to stand firm.

Obviously, the things contained in the demonic flame tentacles were very vicious, and the dark red spear had been filled with a strange layer of frost, and it had been spreading to the body of the hand.

Wu Jitang's face was very cold.

Others are in pain, but they are fast, although they have not achieved the goal in their hearts, but the demon sacrifice on their lips will not show half a point of loss: "Haha, how about it, isn't the taste of ghost resentment wonderful." ”

It's just smug.

Wu Jitang quickly told him that his smugness was as redundant as a smile.

The red light flashed on the tip of the gun, and the frost ghost resentment was like child's play in front of Wu Jitang's scorching red light, and there was no room for them to survive in the place where the red light flowed.

The pride was not fully revealed, and it swallowed back to the stomach along with the teeth, and such anger can be imagined.

The Demon Sacrifice was not in the mood to watch Wu Jitang's good show of pulling out the ghost grudge, and the Demon Flame tentacles squirmed in the air again, obviously wanting to struggle while the ghost grudge was still a little useful.

Wu Jitang must have known about the demonic flame tentacles that stabbed him again, and the faint ink light flowing on it even understood what it was, like last time?

Although being knocked to the ground didn't hurt him much, the pervasive ghost resentment didn't dare to let him touch it at will.

If there was no threat of life and death, Wu Jitang Demon Sacrifice would definitely be able to laugh out loud in the face of the embarrassed dodge, but at such a moment, that person actually had room to dodge, and what a sad thing it would be for him.

Wu Jitang's figure was like a swimming dragon, dodging and holding in the tentacles of the demon flame, and he seemed to be more than calm when he walked leisurely, but only he knew how pretended the confidence on his face was.

You must know that every move is the result of your own efforts, although you have successfully survived every time in the past, but are you sure that the next time will be as successful as the last time?

The hearts of both of them were crying out at the same time, and the difference in Wu Jitang's pretense was that the anger on the face of the demon priest was beyond measure, because he felt that the seal was getting colder and colder, and it was difficult for him to even breathe because he was oppressed.

"Roar!"

Obviously, the Demon Sacrifice couldn't stand such torture, and he was already ready to make a desperate bet, because he thought that even if one of the Demon Flames successfully stabbed him, he might not be able to kill Wu Jitang on the spot.

Confused mind, wrong judgment.

Only Wu Jitang knew that as long as he was stabbed once, he would definitely be pierced through his heart by ten thousand arrows, but the chaotic demon sacrifice did undoubtedly save him.

The demon hand in the sky disappeared with the roar of the demon sacrifice.

Wu Jitang didn't bother to look at that angry face, because he could think of it in his mind, and the gasp of "flutter flutter" rushed out of his teeth without concealment.

Those angry eyes couldn't see the current events clearly, and even Wu Jitang's pale face revealed weakness, which was a provocation in the eyes of the Demon Sacrifice.

Don't you want to see it now?

How can you not pay close attention to the matter of life and death, saying that the demonic light condensed in the air has become extremely strong, and the delicate face of the demon sacrifice has disappeared, replaced by a long cone with a dark body.

Wu Jitang knew too well what it was.

It's like the 'awl tooth' that charges without a phase, and at this moment the cone tooth is shining on himself, he will be his target, and the invisible imprisonment once again envelops the soul.

The look of pain on his face immediately diffused, and then the rampant laughter exploded on the tooth of the cone: "I can't move, haha, you can die with me obediently." ”

Did you really make yourself a target?

His body was completely disproportionate in front of the awl, and if there was no way, then there would certainly be no possibility of struggle in death.

I want to roar, I want to roar at the cone that is quickly sweeping towards me, but my whole body is imprisoned, how can my mouth be spared, all the unwillingness and struggle of my eyes are flooding, my soul is killed, and the empty body is just to prove death, and I am not reconciled, because there are still a lot of unfinished things.

The cold front above the spear must have wanted to hold up a little red light to shatter the energy imprisoned invisibly.

The Dao power in the chest is beating the heart frantically again and again, but do they all have an effect?

Wu Jitang didn't think about it, it can be said that even the cone who was about to be added had forgotten, what he wanted to do was not to avoid him, but to hate such a confinement with a passionate heart, because that meant that he could only let people eat and there was no possibility of resistance.

Without blinking, the cone rushed forward.

Did you succeed in dragging that good soul into hell?

The demon priest didn't dare to think deeply, because he was already certain to die when he condensed all his essence into a cone, and he didn't even have the strength to finally open his eyes to see if Wu Jitang was dead, there must be too much dare, and he had already hit the ground headlong, and he couldn't die.

The eyes of a Zen monk suddenly opened, because the word "Mi" in front of him was a golden masterpiece, and the color of compassion immediately covered his eyes, and he immediately sat down cross-legged, and spit out the Buddha name in his mouth piece by piece.

The Buddha characters poured towards Wu Jitang's body one after another, but the strange thing was that the Buddha characters dispersed in the air out of thin air before they could get close to Wu Jitang's body.

Suspicion and surprise occupy the eyes, why can't it be suppressed?

The demon priest's head touched the ground just for his own death, and his person who wanted to crash to death was just right, and he looked at this tragic look with a smile.

In fact, Wu Jitang also survived the catastrophe, if he didn't break free from the shackles at the last moment, then he would be the first to collide, and he was not on the ground, he could have a thick share.

He swallowed a long breath in his chest, a gentle smile spread across his cheeks, and he said softly, "Fortunately, I'm still alive." "It feels so good to be alive.

The eyes were once again fixed on the 'Cone Fang', for he had not been completely shattered, and its massive body was still crowded forward with infinite power.

And the shattered black smoke splattered in all directions like blood stains from a headbutt to the ground.

This is not a place to stand and watch the play, unless Wu Jitang is willing to get involved in the ghost filth of his body, and the wind and clouds are surging under his feet, so as to float into the air.

Those eyes were still looking at what was cracking at that moment.

Is there anything unusual, the cracked black mist still splashes away in all directions, and it also falls into the endless darkness.

Wu Jitang's eyes were still staring at the cracked 'cone teeth', but his expression was becoming more and more unnatural, and at this time, could the smile still be on his face?

The blood that once flowed warmly in his chest showed some signs of coagulation, and his cold face and shocked face were already written on his face, and he couldn't help roaring in his heart: "Aren't you dead yet?"

"Hehe, are you talking about me?"

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