What an amazing shot!

The indescribable edge of this gun is Zhang Qingyang, who is the master, and it is difficult to completely grasp it for a while.

The Soul Killing Spear, which devoured the true intent of the Rat God's Palm, was further revived, and the unique will that came from the creation of heaven and earth began to emerge, which was particularly unassuming and wanton.

Its huge body transforms at will, standing up to the sky like a pillar of clouds, and standing on the ground and heavy below.

The head of the spear spewed out a terrifying murderous aura, causing drastic changes in the surrounding material environment, and a thick black mist appeared out of thin air, and even condensed a trance-like statue.

This kind of arrogant behavior stimulates the will of the bottom of the small world.

In the void, the pitch-black thunderclouds quickly converged, and a pair of pale golden eyes loomed, overlooking the earth indifferently.

Zhang Qingyang couldn't continue to let it go its own way, his mind turned, the god of the true self suppressed the virtual true form, and the supreme order was issued from the inside out, immediately suppressing the soul killing gun.

The spear shrank into a three-meter slender body, and moved forward with Zhang Qingyang's move.

Before the gun arrived, God went first.

Yang Wan'er only felt that there was no gap between heaven and earth, and her naked eyes searched all around, as if she was exposed to the cold north wind, unsheltered, isolated, and even her soul trembled involuntarily.

I'm going to die!

Her mind went blank, and she couldn't seem to even take her soul on her own.

At this moment, an ugly idol emerged from the depths of her consciousness, and with a majestic shout, it took over the dominance of her body.

An almost instinctive command was given.

Zhang Qingyang was connected to the Soul Killing Spear, and he locked Yang Xuan'er's location at the same time, even if she hid in the temporary enchantment, she would definitely be able to hit with one shot.

But in the midst of the lightning, he was in a trance in the direction locked by the Psychic Technique, and the spear then hit.

No matter how certain God is, I found that it was actually a knife slave who pierced through!

The endless power of the Soul Killing Spear was condensed in the head of the spear, and now it was all submerged in the fat body of the sword slave.

She looked down blankly at the barrel of the gun that was circling viciously, her whole face was twisted, and then she turned her head to look to the side, and shouted hard: "Miss, I am in so much pain!"

Zhang Qingyang didn't figure out why he missed for a while, so he immediately withdrew the gun, but was caught by her.

It felt like a mountain of steel pouring on the barrel of a gun, and even if he unleashed the secret technique of hegemony, it would be difficult to shake it.

This is the power of the Rat God!

Zhang Qingyang's face sank, and he was about to launch a Yin and Yang Great Mill attack.

But seeing the light and shadow twisting ten meters away, Yang Wan'er appeared, and shouted with a reluctant face: "I'm sorry, it's not my ......"

The knife slave opened his big mouth, as if he was about to laugh twice, but his throat spurted blood mixed with chicken thigh minced meat, and he coughed: "Miss, I didn't complain about you, but it's a pity that I can't follow you in the future." ”

Yang Wan'er was inexplicably heartbroken, and her sanity and emotion recovered a little more, and she screamed in a lost voice: "Don't-"

The knife slave turned his head and glared at Zhang Qingyang, and said with a strange smile: "Stinky boy, I have always looked down on you, and it is the same now!"

Zhang Qingyang sneered: "You have even given up your own will, and you have become the executioner of evil people, and the accomplice of all bad things, where do you have the qualifications to mock me?"

The thought that the knife slave had been insisting on was broken by his Chiguoguo, and the last trace of reason was completely broken, and he grinned and roared: "Die together!"

Her body swelled to six meters like a balloon, her skin burst open, and countless long hairs like steel needles grew out, her mouth was pulled up and down to the limit, turning into a big mouth of blood basin the size of a round table, her hands extended into three-foot claws, and she held the soul killing spear and hugged Zhang Qingyang.

But the moment she completed her transformation, there was a trace of unnatural fluctuations in the majestic suppression that trapped the spear.

Zhang Qingyang's conditioned reflex shook the barrel of the gun, and the majestic power accumulated on it lost its restraint and erupted in rage.

At the moment of a thousand shots, the moment the blade slave's claws cut into his fur, her entire body was shattered into a blood mist, and then the soul killing spear emitted a mighty momentum, and it was devoured cleanly.

Zhang Qingyang shook his right arm slightly, the power that erupted just now caused countless capillaries to burst, and the surging Yuan Force quickly repaired the damage with the blessing of the Tyrant's Secret Technique, and new power poured into the divine spear, suppressing its increasingly tyrannical true spirit.

He looked at Yang Wan'er with disdain, and sneered, "How many of your subordinates can use to block the gun?"

Yang Wan'er's eyes were scattered, and she shouted unconsciously: "It's not me...... I didn't have ......"

Zhang Qingyang actually saw that there was a problem, in the case of the soul killing gun locking, he could still shift his shape and transposition, Li Dai Tao stiffened, and only the rat god himself could do it.

But it's strange how that timid old god used his powers here?

Zhang Qingyang seemed to raise his eyebrows suddenly: "Oh, I understand, in fact, you are just a puppet who can't be autonomous, right?"

Yang Wan'er's face changed suddenly, her scattered aura was swept away, her eyes shot an indifferent brilliance, staring at him deadly, and he smiled and said, "You don't understand anything!"

"I just need to know how to kill you!"

Zhang Qingyang shouted loudly, and stabbed when he raised his gun!

Continue to talk nonsense with the villain, that's asking for trouble.

The Soul Killing Spear let out a dissatisfied roar, and a dark and filthy aura erupted from the true spirit, raising a dragon-shaped phantom on the surface of the spear's edge, and swooping down.

Yang Wan'er's figure was in a trance again, but it returned to its original position in a flash.

She looked at the spear that pierced her in shock, and suddenly turned her head and screamed into the distance: "Damn bastard, you are plotting against me!"

Just listen to a cold voice from the depths of a noisy city: "For a great cause, someone must make sacrifices, you or I are possible, there is nothing to complain about." ”

"Fart! It's not like it was said at first!"

Yang Wan'er said angrily, her whole face was distorted, and she suddenly came to her senses, "I know, it's the old bastard who is doing ghosts, right?!"

The voice in the distance replied casually: "It doesn't matter if it's not, as long as our experiment is successful today, everything will be a passing cloud and insignificant." ”

Zhang Qingyang frowned and listened to their answer, no, or can't hang Yang Wan'er at once.

Again, he couldn't pinpoint the exact source of the voice, only a rough sense of direction and range—it should have been beneath the tallest statue, right in the middle of the city.

At this time, Yang Xuan'er's body only retained its human form, and the inside completely changed into an incomparably deep forbidden domain.

It seems that the failure just now caused her body to undergo some unknown mutation, becoming a temporary domain carrier.

Yang Wan'er was probably completely disappointed, turned her eyes back to look at Zhang Qingyang, and said with a smile: "Stinky boy, if you want me to die so much, this saintess will fulfill you." If you can kill me, I'll give you a big gift!"

As she spoke, she pulled a pale golden tooth out of her collar and swallowed it in one gulp.

Her body trembled violently, her eyes rolled, and she screamed nervously: "Sacrifice everything, no god and no self, kill, kill, kill!"

Bang!

The void shook, and a majestic figure broke through the sky and descended!

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