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"Ah, damn it. ”

Why does this successful person have such a shout, shouldn't he laugh out loud like the person in his dreams?

And what is the expression of horror on his face that is holding his hand now?

And Han Xian really saw the person who wanted to strangle him, so he laughed out loud proudly?

The blood-colored face was full of anger, and the eyes that looked at Han Xian seemed to want to devour him alive, but such a person with unlimited ability in his chest did not dare to take half a step.

Although Han Xian held a gun in one hand and looked like a great man with a proud back, didn't he even knead a great man in the palm of his hand?

And now he can only stare with angry eyes, and the spiritual oppression he has released now really can't alarm this person who is bent on dreaming.

He is looking at it to death, and he is staring at it stupidly.

The unwillingness in his eyes, and the kind of hand he is holding, as if he has been greatly wronged, if you think about it, you can come up with something strange.

The hand that just wanted to choke Han Xian's throat had already kissed his skin, but this was the origin of his nightmare, the temperature on the skin made him extremely uncomfortable, his blood was cold, and the heat flowing from the person's whole body actually wanted to suck the cold of his whole body away.

If it was only to this extent, such an evil great man would not have such a panic, at most he could only make that distorted face and add a sneer, but now with that pitiful look of holding hands, only he himself knew how much he had been wronged on Han Xian's skin.

Disdain Han Xian to steal the cold from himself, and as long as he grabbed the man's throat with all his strength, everything would be terminated, but just as he exerted his strength, all the panic rushed to his head.

Why, why, such a dog-like figure has such an ability, as if he was born to restrain himself, and all the horror comes from strength, just like the cold in his own body, and the strength in his hand is also sneaking away.

In addition to being surprised, he used his Dao power, and it was a crazy Dao power, and the harvest was indeed panicked, and panic also rushed to his brain, and he always felt that even if he poured all his Dao power, he couldn't tighten his hands in the slightest.

What's even more frightening is that in the end, I feel that it is difficult for me to accept it, if it weren't for the evil great man's ability, this body cultivation would have folded here.

You must know that you are a powerful ancient and modern, a dignified generation of blood emperors, if all the cultivation is sucked away by this nobody, won't you have to break the teeth of those who lie in the coffin?

In fact, Scarlet Yizen really thought too much, could Han Xian's body withstand his great power of the past and the present, and that cold air was enough for him.

But that is his own cultivation, how can it be easily used to support such a rice bucket-like person, and he also knows that as long as his cultivation weakens too much, the hypocritical bald donkey who has just been trapped in his heart will definitely fight back.

And now is not a time to boast about your wit and cleverness.

Those cold eyes, I had to face up to the inconspicuous guy in front of me, and I knew deep in my heart that it was going to be a threat, but fortunately, I found it in time and strangled it in the cradle as soon as possible.

There are not many ways to kill such people.

Strangling with one's own hands is just a temporary pleasure, and now killing the future enemy of life and death is the most important thing, the hand was slowly raised, and a red glittering blood flame suddenly appeared in the half-held palm.

That noodle plate, because of the backdrop of blood flames, is even more weird, and those eyes are even more confident, after all, in his opinion, what is the difference between Han Xian and ants, maybe those arrogant eyes, comparing Han Xian to an ant is already a gift of 100,000 points.

There is no doubt that the heart of the bloody Zen is proud and conceited, and this comparison is just to hide the fragile skin, and to deal with such a person, such a means are actually used.

As far as the blood flame in his hand is concerned, as long as he is willing to evaporate, the entire Yiyang City will be in the blink of an eye, and all this can only be low-key, he doesn't want to show off too much, he just wants to use him to destroy Han Xian's soul.

He exhaled a breath lightly in his mouth to blow the blood flame towards the smiling face, such a strange wind In such a strange environment, no one could detect the splendor of the blood flame, not even the demon priest in the sky, let alone Wu Jitang, who was too busy to take care of himself.

I don't know why, the heart that pushed the blood flame out of the blood color Zen didn't let go, but uncharacteristically mentioned it deeply, how long has it been since I heard my own heartbeat, and can I explain that all this is because of the ant-like figure in front of me?

The blood flames were getting closer and closer, and the heartbeat was getting worse by the minute, and the eyes were staring at each other.

And did not disappoint him, and the roar exploded from this man's mouth: "I knew it would be like this, if you can't stop me, that person will definitely bring us life in danger in the future, if you can't do it, let me come and destroy him." ”

The misery of that voice made everyone feel a shock to their souls.

And before the blood-colored blood flame that Yizen was proud of floated in front of Han Xian's body, it was full of golden light, and all the blood color was evaporated by the golden light, and finally disappeared into the air with a "bang".

Frightened, "poof", Yakoi, who was originally immersed in self-joy, was like Yayan, and was faceless to sit on the ground.

The face is even more pale, the heavenly demon sacrifice is even more trembling, who is the blood-colored person on the ground, why can he be so afraid, you can shamelessly say that he and his master are completely prostrate at his feet.

And all this, Han Xian, who was quiet in his dream, didn't want to wake up.

And Wu Jitang, who was surrounded by pain, couldn't wake up, the demon flame had risen arrogantly from the cracked eye socket, if he woke up now, he would really be grateful for this roar, if it wasn't for him, his other broken eye would be in front of him.

In fact, the most miserable of this roar is the Demon Sacrifice Ya Gongzi, the original strong and condensed body, just a drink was evaporated most of it, it can be said that Yiyang's loss of conscience has been in vain, and there is also an upside down.

"Amitabha, I have created too many sins, the old man only wants to meditate on his own sins in front of the Buddha in this life, if the person who is destined to understand this sin for the old man in the future, this is a fate, and it is good to understand the wish of the old man to always accompany the Buddha. The compassion in the tone is not a Zen monk.

And now it's physically weird.

Half gold, half blood.

Although the blood light is still vivid, anyone can see that the golden light on the half of the face is even more intense, and it is a bit like a rock.

Obviously, the blood-colored Yizen is also a person who has given up struggling, and continues to roar: "Bald donkey, you want to die, but have you thought about my feelings, if you want to die, you can leave it to me, I will definitely find a way to wear you out, why wait for the destined one." ”

Is hysteria also bitter?

How could a Zen monk be moved by such words: "Amitabha." ”

The Buddha didn't say anything after singing, and the golden light on his face flashed even more intensely, and he was determined to regain control of this body, and it was because of his own fall and depravity that the souls of the people in the city fell apart.

Such pain, such self-blame Buddha how not to hurt,

A sound of Buddha's horn kept emanating from the body, and the benevolent face in the golden light once again showed the solemnity of the treasure, and on the other side, the pain on the face of the prime of life hidden in the blood color was so thick that it was a little distorted, and the mouth kept shouting: "Bald donkey, bald donkey, what kind of Buddha to cultivate, happy emperor, good to live forever?"

He shouted loudly, and those who didn't understand were confused, and those who understood really didn't want to pay attention, but just kept listening to the Buddha sound that made his heart palpitate.

Although he knew that he was going to lose, he would choose to struggle hard every time, especially this time when he thought that the enemy of life and death was in front of him, how could he not fight hard.

"Rub. ”

The monk jumped into the air with the other half of the demon, obviously afraid that the slightest mistake would cause blood evil, and such a move would make those timid people live.

The Demon Sacrifice Yakomi is the real pathetic, all he has obtained so far is the pain of slapping his face, and now that person is killing the sky, how will he hide.

At this time, the greedy Yakomi who occupied his heart completely lost his position, and the hand that sealed the seal was not put away, not because he was strong, but because he forgot everything in fright, and even his hope for the future was thrown into danger by him.

Scarlet Yizen obviously saw the demon sacrifice of the roe deer's mouse, and shouted violently: "Don't come to help yet." ”

The demon sacrifice is already sifting chaff, help, what are you kidding, in a realm like yours, don't you obviously let yourself die?

I am already very wronged, how can I be such a wronged boss and want to hide, and how can I hide in such a place, the damn thing is that my master is stupid and doesn't know how to take himself back?

Anxious eyes swept around in a panic.

Isn't that majestic shell a great place to hide?

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