Although the eyes of the Demon Priest were several times larger than those of ordinary people, such a huge head as He Nai did have the courage the size of an egg. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

And such a small guts, under the roar of the original bloody Zen, is already a piece of sparseness, and the backbone of his survival is even unbearable, completely frightened and helpless.

I want to hide, I want to go back to the resting ball, but this is not my own decision, and such a cowardly demon sacrifice, there are still people to ravage him.

Scarlet Yizen really thinks too much, maybe he thinks that the demon sacrifice will be beneficial to his current self to gain control of his body, and the natural superior does not distinguish current affairs, and the demon sacrifice that is not worth mentioning in his eyes is indeed not his slave, although he is also trembling to himself.

But it is precisely because of this fear that the possible life-saving straw floats out of his own hands.

The timid thing saw an excellent hiding place, maybe in such an air, in the place where the great demon god and the monk were fighting, how could there be a safe place, but it was much better to have a body to hide than to expose one's own body.

Is the Demon Sacrifice cowardly?

The body that rushed towards Wu Jitang was trembling, but no one could doubt its momentum, determination and unshakable determination, that body was like rushing towards the woman in the dream, it was so fast, it was so violent.

In fact, the Demon Sacrifice is also thinking too much, is it possible for Wu Jitang to resist in his current state?

The mind is still struggling with the torment of evil, and although the only remaining eye is open, nothing in this world has anything to do with him.

The eyes saw that the man covered in blood was dying, and that eye saw despair, because his feet had already weakened, his hands had already trembled, and his spear was already in tatters, and what about his enemies?

Why has it always been so overwhelming, and they can't rest, because they keep howling and rushing at themselves, and all they can do is fight instinctively.

Maybe the next moment I will instinctively feel tired.

And the next moment, his weak feet were still supporting his hands, and he used his spear to shatter those evil thoughts that wanted to kill him again and again.

The next moment, Wu Jitang did not fall.

But the next moment, the huge face of the demon priest attached itself to the already exhausted body.

Despair was immediately permeated with pain in those eyes that were still open, and it was obvious that they had obtained a temporary and comfortable demon sacrifice, and they began to think carefully, because in those narrow eyes, this body seemed to be a great treasure.

And now I don't have any external constraints, and I am hiding in it, and I can completely open my mouth and savor it little by little.

The weak feet could no longer stand, and the arms were even weaker to fight, even Han Feng felt tired, and his knees chose the most humble way.

But the spine chose the proudest way, how deep the knees kneeled the dirt, it was all because of how proud this spine was, even countless swords could not destroy him.

Even if there are countless ants gnawing on it, it can't break this proud backbone.

The kneeling man has his own god in his heart, so that he will not die or die, and the superficial means of demon sacrifice can only make him lose for a short time.

Wu Jitang, who was kneeling, was waiting for the arrival of a new student.

And the already smug Demon Sacrifice really didn't know at all, still performing his own art of gnawing with leisure, those narrow eyes were cautious, and sometimes looked at the outside world through Wu Jitang's broken eyes, but what he got was still a symphony of horror and the end of the world.

In the eyes of the demon sacrifice, no matter who controls whom, the demon outside must be dead, and his fate is controlled by others in the hands of others has long lost the backbone of pride.

He was waiting, waiting for the demon to clean himself up, so now this last art needs to be so careful, and it is perfect to gnaw him to the last bite.

Didn't the Demon Priest think that the master who trained himself couldn't save himself?

I don't have any hope at all.,In fact, I've always been very disdainful.,Because what Yakomi did was completely under his own witness.,It's already very clear that as long as he has the opportunity, he will definitely use himself as a last cover to cover his escape trajectory.。

Sure enough, the hearts of the wicked still need to be guessed by the evil people.

In fact, Yakomi has long woken up from his panic, and those seemingly godless and demented eyes have thoroughly analyzed the situation, and the results will certainly not be good.

If the blood wins, he will definitely die, and if he is replaced, he will definitely kill everything that has eyes, and some things just can't let him leak it.

As for the victory of that golden monk, then there is no need to be lucky at all, he has caused so much blood, and he still wants to ask for forgiveness in front of the Buddha?

It's hard to retreat quietly, but in the eyes of these fake dull eyes, it's not without a chance, as long as the Heavenly Demon Sacrifice is not lost, no one will doubt me.

If you succeed in escaping, and if you are lucky enough to find a chance to take back the demon sacrifice, then everything will become very perfect, after all, it is the most important thing besides your own life.

The heart has already been calculated, and at this time, the demon sacrifice is already hidden in Wu Jitang's body, and through the invisible slightest induction, he can detect that the demon sacrifice at this moment is quite comfortable.

A smile filled his heart, so that he would have a greater chance of escaping, and as for whether the comfortable demon sacrifice could be recovered, the basis of all this had to be based on his own survival.

If you are worried about your life, you don't want to take any chances.

Who could have seen that the handsome noodle plate actually had an insect-like body, and it was moving very carefully and little by little towards the door.

The closer you get to the door, the more proud you become, and when the bug clings to the door frame, the smile is already written in your heart.

Is it to celebrate the early escape of his ascension, or to be overwhelmed by his own ingenuity.

Everything is predestined, when you laugh too early, you will definitely flash your teeth, the smile solidifies in your heart without warning, and Yakoi's breathing quickly becomes dim and low, as if it is inaudible, as if one foot has stepped into the ghost gate, and the other is also fast.

The anger on the face of the blood-colored Zen can be imagined.

Pretending to be dead, actually pretending to be dead in front of me, it's a little too tender, but now is not the time to lose your temper, because the weak hand has already regarded Yakomi as the last straw.

But how can you not be angry when you speak: "Hmph, isn't it too tender for the junior to pretend to be dead in front of the emperor." ”

The heart is full of surprised faces, why is it that such a long distance, such a cautious self has been discovered, and is it useful to pretend to be dead now?

I know it's useless, but the spine that would rather bend wants to be straight, what I want is not as simple as strength and cultivation, and it still leans on the door frame like a worm.

There was a glimmer of light in the godless gaze, and Yagonge must have tried his best to keep his tone harmonious, but the humility in his mouth was already naked fear: "No, I don't know what the emperor and the emperor command?"

Such a person is actually hopeful by himself, and Scarlet Yizen will definitely laugh at himself at a certain night, but he has no choice, because if he wants to look up at the sky and look at the moon at night and laugh at his former self, he must have hope for the current waste descendant.

I don't want to despise it, but everyone can hear the contempt from it: "What are you afraid of, it's just a bald donkey who can only Amitabha Buddha, as long as you help Bendi tide over this difficulty, you can choose what benefits you want at that time." ”

Scarlet Yizen must feel that this is a very tempting thing for anyone, but now the listener's mind is full of how to save his life and how to escape.

Is it useful to add their realm to themselves?

Sure enough, it was born from the same root as the demon sacrifice, and this sentence echoed in my heart: "Just kidding, isn't that sending yourself to death, I am the existence of letting people die every day, this trick is too rough." ”

But dare you pass it on to that man as it is?

There is no such dog guts, and the experienced blood-colored Yizen has already tasted everything from that slightly pale face, but for a long sigh, he continued to use both soft and hard, and said viciously: "Boy, you are willing or not, as long as you dare to run, it is too simple to find such a waste as you, don't think that I don't know what the Ya clan is, and let you taste the heart-eating pain when the time comes." ”

The heart that was almost in sudden arrest must have been frightened by such a roar, and the heart-eating pain that the brain must not have thought of, because it had already shocked the secret of the Ya clan, how could that person know.

If the clan knows that something is wrong with him, and no one else has to worry about it, the family will definitely let himself taste all the punishments, swallowing silently in his throat.

"Senior, boy, I'm willing to serve you. ”

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