Wu Jitang's eyes must not discover the true source of evil hidden in the layers of houses. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And the old man in front of him thought that he paid enough attention, he must be afraid, and the bloodstained eyes in the corners of his eyes did not dare to stare at the demon sacrifice in Bai Lao'er's hands.

Wu Jitang's heart was afraid of hitting his backbone again and again.

And now all the backbone can do is to keep his legs from trembling with fear, so that his eyes will not dodge because of fear, and even more so that his hands will not tremble with timidity.

The heart was deeply mentioned, no matter how many senses pounced on Bai Lao'er's body, the same senses did not dare to get too close to the forbidden area of vitality.

Even if it is fear, there are doubts in the bottom of my heart, because the eyes can see that the gray-haired old man's hair is dissipating in the wind one by one, and the skin is completely drooping.

Can Wu Jitang believe that there is flesh and blood hidden under such skin?

Circles of skin are tightly clinging to the bones, and it's a miracle that what kind of person can still stand in the wind.

What I think is even more miraculous is that Bai Lao'er, whose whole body is decaying, is the only one whose eyes are not half blurred, as if all the vitality of his body is sacrificed to support these eyes.

Everything strange made this battle-hardened person feel a deep fear, and Wu Jitang didn't dare to look at those strange eyes, because those eyes were staring at the evil thing that exuded demonic thoughts.

The Bai Patriarch must not be able to find out about his father, because his eyes are as clear as his father's, and he should be grateful for this distance, otherwise the tragic situation of his young man being devoured all his body will be even more tragic.

A little excitement flashed in the eyes of Ya Gongzi with a solemn expression, and with the sound of Ya Yan's rapid incantation beside him, the excitement became more and more presumptuous.

Wu Jitang didn't dare to look at the magic ball, because Bai Lao'er's weak body was holding him with no support arms. The fear in my heart is getting worse little by little.

Because the magic ball in front of him is growing little by little, the magic flame emitted by it is even thicker.

The chatter and laughter in the air echoed in Wu Jitang's ears, and the shock immediately covered Wu Jitang's cheeks, and the pain of sinking again must be unacceptable.

The Dao power in the whole body was surging crazily, but the funny thing was that it was not enough for Wu Jitang to block his ears, and the magic sound was getting louder and louder in his heart.

How can this not be shocked, fortunately, the wise brain is not completely lost, Wu Jitang gave up the protection of his ears, and his fragile heart needs to be carefully cared for.

Dao Li has built layers of defense next to the atrium origin, and the origin is also shrinking.

In his eyes, the magic ball in Bai Lao'er's hand flew up on its own.

The poor old man, without a trace of skin on his whole body to feel the presence of flesh and blood, like a man who has been dead for a long time, but those eyes?

Those eyes full of love are still staring at the magic ball that stole all their life, do those eyes know that they are sacrifices?

It may be said that the smiling eyes also represent the willingness of the person.

The magic ball is greedy, how can the magic ball be half picky about its own nutrient sacrifices, the rising demon Yan stretched out its tentacles to the skin and bones, and the demon flame reached in from all the places that could be penetrated, but it did not include the eyes that still had a little bit of life, because the delicacy had to be put to the end.

Wu Jitang's brows furrowed deeply, feeling that the origin defense line he had worked so hard to build was almost gone, because the fear of loss came from the soul.

The bones in front of him, the skin was disappearing little by little, and the hard bones were shrinking inch by inch, and only the eyes full of love were still flowing with brilliance in fear, and the skulls around him.

Wu Jitang swallowed silently in his throat.

And above the magic ball, it quietly condensed into a huge face, and what was even more strange was that the delicate noodle plate actually lacked important eyes.

And isn't everything in front of him?

Aren't those eyes that gather the essence of the white old man's whole body full of love waiting for him to ask for it?

For love. Has the face ever stopped?

Sacrifice!

The eyes were slowly detaching from the shell of the skull, and the bones were rapidly dissolving due to the departure of the eyes.

Is now the chance?

The enemy's wings are still full, and if I can take advantage of the precious opportunity to kill him, maybe I will win.

Do you dare to move, although the hand holding the gun is not half relaxed, but the leg and the spine dare not move, because the fear comes from the soul.

Now Wu Jitang doesn't even have the confidence to defend, what else can he use to attack and kill the enemy.

Although everything was slow, the translucent eyes drifted into the delicate face, and everything was truly perfect now.

But even if it was perfect, it was an ugly face full of evil.

Obviously, the demon priest didn't care about Wu Jitang in front of him, he didn't look at him, but let out a huge roar at the sun.

"Coax. ”

Wu Jitang was the first to bear it, and the fishy smell and corruption quickly surged towards Wu Jitang, torturing his eardrums even more, but he knew that he couldn't move half a step, because he knew that as long as he moved a little, it would definitely be a dead end.

The sun was afraid, and the thick black clouds appeared silently, deeply blocking the luster of the Meng Yin world, and the light blood mist was not afraid, and was driven away by the frenzied blood.

And this soul-shattering roar made those who were struggling in flesh and blood completely fall into a pool of blood, fainting, and frightened to death, how many people can lift their humble heads to look at the demon face in the sky.

Han Xian must be glad that Wu Jitang's body is still standing, because his heavenly backbone is a copy of Wu Jitang, and his eyes must have found that evil face, even Wu Jitang is afraid, and Han Xian has no reason not to be timid, but fortunately, those eyes did not dodge.

Because I always know that as long as the fear in my heart flashes a little on my body, then there is no possibility for my backbone to stand.

Therefore, the heart of fear can only look and stand fearlessly.

The Demon Sacrifice must have discovered that proud Wu Jitang, that young body must have hidden infinite vitality, and it was much better to devour him than that old man.

The corner of the evil smile looked at Wu Jitang's body with bad intentions.

Yagongzi became more and more satisfied, shouting in his heart that as long as he was fed and cultivated, he must be a great tonic for his future self, as for Wu Jitang in front of the demon sacrifice, although it was also a tonic, but the tonic would not run, so there was no need to worry too much, and now those souls floating in the air were what he urgently needed.

The ruthless and indifferent voice sounded again: "Devour." ”

Yayan trembled, his face turned ruthless, and he quickly recited a mantra in his mouth.

The constraints from the core cannot be rejected, and the demon priest really wants to fight the person in front of him and eat the flesh of this young man little by little, but his master doesn't think so, fortunately, this is what he wants to do.

"Haha, haha. "The laughter from hell is terrifying to every soul.

And the demon sacrifice is not the fear of people, but the fear of the soul, the sun hidden in the depths of the thick clouds in the sky must be very eye-catching.

A huge mouth opened on the evil ugly face, and countless black mist surged out of it, and in an instant, Wu Jitang was swallowed by the fishy black mist.

And the black mist in Han Xian's eyes didn't make him wait for a long time, it must be fast, but those translucent eyes must have thought that evil was very slow, could it be cold?

But Han Xian didn't dare to tremble, because he didn't dare to show his fear in evil, even if he was afraid of Han Xian, he didn't want others to know.

Devouring Han Xian and Wu Jitang was not the end of the Demon Sacrifice, the black mist was like an air mass, smashing to the ground, more like an air mass bursting, frantically trying to sweep away in all directions.

Did the black fog make the greedy people lose the direction of greed?

So they wept earnestly, or rather, they remembered the way home, but now their eyes were blinded by a black mist, and their legs could not guide them to find the way they came.

Ya Gongzi must enjoy it very much, and the face of the demon sacrifice must also enjoy it, they are like one, the demon flame on the head of the demon sacrifice is flying, and the black hair on Ya Gongzi's head is even more windless, and now there is still the previous harmony on that face, and Mr. Bai in his mouth is muttering to himself in his own madness.

And Yayan beside him is getting old a little, and his hair is graying a little from the ends of his hair.

The exuberant is destined to not see everything, let alone the one who gets carried away.

A terrifying laugh exploded from Yakoki, from the mouth of the demon priest: "Haha, haha,"

How this man is not rampant, because the people in the city are his nourishment, and the heart that has already stolen souls is willing to stop there, he is the most greedy person.

His ears were full of ghostly thoughts, and what he stepped on under his feet was the blood stains all over the ground: "The Buddha said that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell." A smile slowly crept up his cheeks, what is the land he is stepping on now if it is not hell?

Is there hell on earth?

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