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Yayan, who was sealed with both hands, didn't even dare to breathe, not just the cold frost on his eyebrows at this moment, but because he was so timid that he didn't even dare to tremble in his soul.

This skinny man was really scared, because the soul hidden deep in the bones did not want to be sacrificed, because the bulging eyes had seen too many souls lost.

It's not so much that I'm afraid of the vicious demon sacrifice, but I'm afraid of the gloomy Yakomi next to him, and every word he says makes Yayan feel his soul tremble.

Because Yakoki, who has always experienced a kind face, knows from the depths of his soul how terrible Yako's gloomy face is at this moment.

How can Ya Gongzi's mood be good, his heart is deeply held by the fluttering wings of the blood butterfly, and he can't stop shouting for his inch.

And now there really isn't any courage to shout.

Will the fluttering wings of the blood butterfly still be floating and comfortable at this moment?

If Yakomi thinks that trembling wings count, it must be a comfort.

Even if a moth is fortunate enough to turn into a butterfly, and can be a solemn Zen monk, no matter how it transforms, it cannot change its essentially humble and ugly nature.

The eyes of the demon priest were wide open, because the butterfly that he was full of hope for was not a complete death, at least these fierce eyes could still see the small figure, it must be full of wishes, and the demon priest clearly realized that the trembling body of the blood butterfly was approaching little by little.

Poor man, blind hope.

Although the demon priest is blind, his master Yakomi's eyes are bright, even if the blood butterfly is advancing little by little, his heart has no hope.

Such a distance is trembling, and what is the difference between it and those two whirlwinds, it is only a matter of time before they are extinguished, but the gloomy face will definitely not give up like this.

Was the greed in the mouth sucked by the demon sacrifice all transferred to Yagongzi's body intact, why was the greed in the depths of those eyes still struggling, his cold face, and his mouth moved slightly: "Uncle Yan, get ready." ”

Such a close distance, such a quiet environment, Yayan must have heard it, in fact, he had long known that there would be such a day, and when it really came, his soul would still be frightened and prostrate on the ground.

The hand of the seal was already a little unstable, and the body of the demon priest who was far away in the sky trembled.

Ya Gongzi's eyes glanced slightly, this is absolute cold, the soul that almost collapsed was completely frozen, or because of fear, knowing that he was going to die, he was still sadly afraid.

So, what are they waiting for?

In fact, Yakoe and the Demon Sacrifice are originally the same root, and they also have the same heart, although they know that there is no hope for the trembling butterfly, but it is undeniable that he is indeed struggling.

How can this not be hopeful.

The solemn meditation of Bao Xiang is like sitting on the top of his own Buddhist hall, and such a quiet person must have forgotten all the dangers, or all these dangers seem to him to be like the water in a stream, urgent and powerless.

And now the blood butterfly can't even tremble, and has been completely fixed by Yizen.

Ya Gongzi's heart can sound a heartbeat, because the person who ruined his good deeds, his eyes actually opened, it was because of those eyes that his feet were trembling, and Ya Yan on the side was even more unbearable, he sat on the ground with his ass, and the demon sacrifice of Tianshan also quickly dimmed, if it wasn't for Ya Yan's reaction, it was not impossible for the demon sacrifice to fade out in time.

Do you just want to look at the ruined city with open eyes?

It is still the red hook in the bottom of my heart that reminds me of the distant past, and when these eyes are opened, I may not be able to close them by a Zen monk himself.

How could the frozen blood butterfly withstand such a gaze, just one glance, the small and delicate wings were the first to crack.

And the demon sacrifice in the air was not good, the blood butterfly slowly cracked, and a small crack appeared on his delicate and huge face, and panic and sorrow were quickly written all over his cheeks.

In the same way, Yayan, who was reciting a spell on the ground, was even more bitter in his heart, because the pain of the blood butterfly was all reflected on his body, the butterfly's wings were cracked, and his legs were the first to crack, and quickly spread to the whole body, trying to block the pain of the cracked bones all over his body?

He didn't even dare to cry out in pain, and there was no doubt that he didn't have the ability to do so, so he threw his last hopeful gaze on his master, Yakomi.

And how can a person with a frightened and panicked face have the power to save him?

In fact, Ya Gongzi should be grateful to Ya Yan, if it weren't for the awakening of his gaze, the Heavenly Demon Sacrifice might have been disillusioned.

Still at a glance, the bone crack was devouring his chest, and his eyes flashed with disgust, as if complaining that he hadn't even made a sacrifice, and the spell mark on his hand quickly knotted.

The tiny cracks on the face of the demon priest quickly stopped, and there was the manipulation of his own master of the same root, which made the mad demon priest's heart settle down a little, but he still didn't dare to breathe.

And now all the pain has to be carried by Yayan, how can the already hollowed out body withstand such a backlash, and in the end, even the bones of the whole body are wiped out in the air without even making a sound.

The blood butterfly turned into a red line of smoke and fluttered in front of a Zen monk.

Ya Gongzi's expression is very cold, are you sure?

In fact, Yakomi's greed is really admirable, is he sure that he will defeat Ichizen and devour the souls of the city?

As long as the person sitting on the solemn throne does not have any accident himself, he will not have any hope, as for the certainty, it is only the unwillingness of greed in his heart to the soul of the city.

And sometimes, there are always so many hateful and hateful accidents in the world.

Why did the blood line of the blood butterfly remain in the eyes of a Zen monk, and a small and bright red blood line appeared strangely in the deep pupils.

The solemnity of the treasure on Yizen's face has not changed by half a minute, and the Buddha sound in his mouth has not stopped, but has slightly accelerated a few points compared to the past.

If something goes wrong with the person who sings shallowly, what's the use of listening to it no matter how fast it is, and it may also contribute to the magic power.

The scriptures are still blurted out one by one, but how can it still be pure gold now, and there are countless blood lines in every word.

For such a change, I don't know how the demon sacrifice in the sky doesn't know, and Yagongzi's heart seems to be about to be pinched by a Zen monk, because the strange scriptures are smashing into the demon flames.

And who would have thought that the Buddhist scriptures were really peculiar, and if they were not in the demonic flames, they were like tar on fire, and the entire Yiyang City was covered by dense demonic flames in an instant, and it was terrifying to rise, and there were even weird howls, and Yiyang completely evolved into hell.

For such a surprise, Yakomi could only say that he was at a loss, and the sound of thick breathing resounded through the cold cabin, and he must have thought about caution, but the manic man had already laughed.

And the demon sacrifice of the same body was even more rampant, and the sound of unruly laughter occupied the entire sky, because the dazzling golden light seemed to evaporate out of thin air, and there was no trace of it.

Can you still recite this scripture?

"Hey!" a helpless sigh.

Along with the scriptures, there was also the solemnity of the face of a Zen monk, and after the sigh, the blood line in the eyes completely occupied the entire face.

Now who can say that this is a kind monk.

Originally, the two of them were kind and eyebrows, standing up on their cold faces with arrogance, how is this still an old man, how is this still a monk and monk, the long hair of a shawl is like a blood waterfall casually poured on the shoulders, even the plain monk's robe has turned blood red, and the murderous calendar in the eyes is much more arrogant than the demon sacrifice in the sky.

It seems to people that the posture of sitting on the ground must be dog-like behavior, so it is only when they jump up that there is such disgust on their faces.

The demon priest in the sky must be looking for it with cowbell-like eyes, right?

Where is the kind bald donkey, it seems to disappear out of thin air, and why does the demon flame boil and grow for no reason, although this is very beneficial to himself, but how can he not mutter when he gets cheap.

Those eyes swept over and over again, and Yagongzi was not imprudent, although he thought that the city was full of fresh souls in front of him, but he was still timid and did not dare to devour it with confidence.

And after a long search, he had no gain, so he slowly let go of his caution, and more of it was ferocity and ruthlessness flashing in his eyes, and the seal in his hand was as fast as Yayan.

And the rampant laughter of the Heavenly Demon Sacrifice exploded in the ears of everyone in Yiyang City, what an exciting moment it was, and he had longed for this moment for too long.

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