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Did the black wind refine him thoroughly?

Why, the slightest shadow can't be seen clearly, and those whirring ghosts hidden in the wind are a worship of the new king, the wind is still so fierce, still so bottomless.

The bones or Wu Jitang's thin body could not penetrate the barrier of the wind.

But how mighty is the body of the king, the king of demons, and how dare the winds of his followers swallow him up?

A Zen monk's eyes narrowed slightly, and a swimming figure suddenly appeared in the black wind, and the body of the original demon dragon that he locked disappeared magically.

Was it swallowed up by the wandering figure?

Or it can be said that Wu Jitang's body was sacrificed by the demon dragon.

Those eyes flowing with golden light cannot be blinded, and the kindness in the eyes has completely receded, is it solemn?

The blood-colored voice sounded sarcastically again: "Reptiles, they dare to come out and be scary even if they look like this." Then he said playfully: "Master, the blood in this guy's hands is not less than yours, I wonder if your Buddha is willing to accept him as if he accepts you?"

Obviously, the person who is restricted in his freedom knows that his words will not play a role, but he is bored, how can he not grasp such an opportunity, after all, there are not many opportunities to be sarcastic in such a mood.

"Roar~"

The sound of the vast sky shocked the heavens and the earth, the originally frantic wind was completely fixed, and the air showed wisps of black, and the mouth of a Zen monk did not stop, and the scriptures were still spit out quickly.

And now the world that is black everywhere is no longer the world of Buddha created by a Zen monk, the wind has stopped, and the golden Buddhist text really can't plan its own realm in the air like before.

Just like a bird, the words are frozen in the air, unable to move, and no matter how clever a Zen Dharma is, it cannot be urged.

"Haha. "The king who is hidden in the layers of black fog must be very proud.

The black fog dissipated layer by layer, and the phantom in the black fog was already on the surface of the water, but the well-informed people were afraid, the Dharma was profound, and the people who were innocent in their hearts were also not afraid.

"Little reptiles should be so arrogant. "Being flaunted by such a thing, of course, the blood color is very unhappy.

"Hehe, master, when you see the great dragon, don't kneel down for me~" is still the voice of the demon dragon, obviously not sacrificing himself completely, he is full of self-confidence, how to travel without being mixed with wind and thunder, how to say that he is also a great dragon, so in the end, the word "kneel" is very long.

And in an instant, the invisible sound wave hit the demon dragon in all directions with the demon dragon as the center.

"Squeak. The snow-white beard of a Zen monk swayed gently, not at all disturbed by the demonic dragon's frenzied Dao power.

And that's not what the dragon wants.

"Squeak~, squeak~"

It must be a tiny crack spreading on the beautiful porcelain.

"Bang. ”

It must have been the beautiful porcelain that could not resist the momentum of the spread, leading to the final shattering.

The breeze burst out, and the original golden Buddhist texts in the sky were shattered one by one, and they were all turned into gold dust in an instant when the wind blew, and such a vicious breath was spit out, how could I not be happy: "Master, before my lord drove, I am missing an attendant, I don't know if I can follow?" After speaking, he laughed strangely: "Hehe." ”

Of course, this level can't make Yizen feel afraid, and those ancient eyes without waves seem to have never been nostalgic for the dry bones of the demon dragon's body, and his gaze fell into the world behind him, and the strangeness spread little by little in his eyes.

"Roar. ”

The demon dragon roared, this is the most hated place, after the sacrifice, the flesh and blood of the whole body were used for sacrifice, and now there is only a huge skeleton left.

And now it is already in the form of his own deity dragon, what a confident appearance, but every time he is forced to sacrifice appears, he never receives respect, but contempt.

The demon dragon seemed to see through the calm eyes of the monk, and the blood-colored Yizen was shouting, "The appearance of a reptile." ”

It was already a skeleton face, and it couldn't express too many expressions, and even the anger was by roaring: "Bald donkey, everyone who has seen my real body is dead." ”

The self-confidence of the demon dragon must not be fake, even if it was the pursuit team of the original clan, it was destroyed by itself in this form, you must know that they are all real dragons with strong vitality, and this is just a human in front of them.

A smile must have flowed, as if to say, "You will also be the nourishment of the Demon Lord." ”

In fact, if the demon dragon wants to escape, now is the perfect opportunity, because the Buddhist text that once blocked the sky is gone, and as long as he uses that supreme supernatural power, it will be much easier to leave.

But the demon dragon already thinks that he has paid such a big price, not to simply escape, for dignity, because there is no skin on the face, so this bone is particularly concerned about the face of nothingness, and he also thinks that he has such an ability, you must know that now he has borrowed part of the power of the demon lord.

It's useless to talk nonsense, the image of the bald donkey, the demon dragon must be very disgusted, although he is very confident in himself, but the more he looks at it, the more strange he feels, because that look is too calm, and there is an indescribable taste in the calm.

In fact, the demon dragon is clear, and Yizen's empty expression is completely disdainful.

Could it be that he was not shocked by the aura emanating from his body at all, even if he broke his Buddha world, that face was still as calm and hateful.

If he was simply intimidated by the calmness of Yizen, then the demon dragon would not have grown so big.

The skeleton's mouth cracked open, and the wisps of black that had been frozen in the air poured into its mouth, and it was obvious that the demon dragon was scared and prepared to strike first.

But did his preemptive strike work?

Obviously, he was fully prepared, he was afraid that Yizen's unpredictable means would disappear suddenly, and at the same time as the black mang's mouth condensed, the original whirring ghost sound in the air roared and crowded towards a Zen monk.

The black in his mouth had become a black sun, and the ghosts that appeared in the air from time to time were all open and gritted at a Zen monk.

A monk is a monk, at such a critical moment, he actually settled down at the time, and the supreme supernatural power was forgotten, even the simple dodge was forgotten, and he just stood with his eyes deep and straight.

Those eyes must be what the demon dragon hates the most, so be sure to start with him first.

A huge hungry ghost's head suddenly appeared on the top of a Zen monk's head, and the gloomy mouth had already opened, the hatred of the demon dragon was also his hatred.

Pounced, a Zen head to that huge mouth, how different is it from a mosquito?

The hairless head on the top of the head is not fussy and takes it into its mouth, and its sharp teeth are already beginning to chew.

The desire to gnaw has not yet been fulfilled, and the demon dragon's heart is shocked, and he cries out in his heart: "Why, who is this person?"

But the sharp teeth did not stop, just like biting Wu Jitang's body before.

It was also a deep bite, and when it was released, there was no flesh and blood.

The only difference between the two is that the former was excited because he had stolen the essence qi, and now the bitter gourd-colored grimace was obviously the painful color of crushing teeth.

I was unwilling in my heart, and the monstrous black light gathered in my mouth almost swallowed into my stomach, and my self-esteem, which had finally climbed to a high point before, collapsed again.

Such a reptile, escaping will always be his most brilliant supreme supernatural power.

Will the power that has been painstakingly condensed in the mouth be spit out like spittle, worthless?

The demon dragon's heart is to make the best choice, and the body is already rolling like a snake, obviously this is preparing for escape, and the reason why the black is still condensing in the mouth, and the ghost is still being urged to bite, it is just to cover up for himself.

Ichusen is still standing like that, has he forgotten everything about the demon dragon?

Obviously, such an opportunity, how can the demon dragon not grasp it, at the right time, he can turn around and escape, and no one wants to stay with the great dragon.

But is that really the case?

The abrupt voice, the voice of the whole body's shock, the voice that grabbed the soul, exploded in the heart: "Leave me behind, attack him for me, this man must die." ”

Whose voice is it, and why is the dragon so afraid?

If I had a choice, I wonder if I would have bowed down at his feet and offered my noble soul.

It's impossible to run now, because your real master gives orders, and can you do it yourself?

At least the demon dragon didn't dare to believe it, but even if he knew that he didn't have the ability to kill a Zen, he would have to bite it like a demon driven by himself, and he would have to spit out the power that had been gathered in his mouth for a long time like a vicious dog.

And as soon as the black light came out, the demon dragon felt most of his heart, that silk-like black, how could it be his own ability, it must be the demon lord with the help of my hand, trying to get rid of that person.

So what do you have to worry about, with the protection of the Demon Lord, killing such a person is not as simple as crushing an ant.

At this time, the eyes of a Zen monk were full of brilliance, and his eyes were full of solemnity, obviously to the ethereal demon lord, a Zen monk did not dare to despise it, and even the voice of the blood-colored Zen disappeared completely.

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