He was punched back by Mo Lian's phantom before, and he flew out in an instant, and even his heart was damaged.

However, at this moment, he was extremely happy, if it weren't for his slowness, I was afraid that he would end up like those two weaker fifteenth-level great mystical masters, and at the same time die under the indiscriminate group attack of the Tianji Hundred Treasure Map.

Now!

Hong Jinchuan smiled viciously, and glanced at the arbor who fell to the ground with disdain, unable to move for half a minute.

"Dead girl, I'll give you one last chance. Hong Jinchuan forced out a word from between his teeth, "Tell me the whereabouts of the holy water and spare your life." ”

"Hong Jinchuan, you can take the holy water. But the Tianji Hundred Treasure Map is mine!" Suddenly, one of the three Great Xuan Masters quickly rushed towards the Tianji Hundred Treasure Map, grabbing the piece of paper with one hand.

"Fart!" Hong Jinchuan slapped hard, "I'm the chief steward in charge of all matters in the Nether Star Field, how can you compete with me." ”

The middle-aged man who was competing for the Tianji Hundred Treasure Map retracted his hand stupidly, and glared at Hong Jinchuan with an angry expression, "Everyone is equal in front of the treasure, so be it, but look at who among us can contract it first, that is who's." The rest were not to say much. ”

Qiao Mu was lying in the cold snow, dressed in a plain dress, all dyed blood-colored.

On this, there is the blood of the same clan and family, her own blood, and even more, the blood of the enemy......

She only felt tired all over, her eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the blackness of the sky as if no one was around, and she didn't actually hear a word of what was being argued in her ears.

"Stinky girl, don't pretend to be dead!" Hong Jinchuan punched Xuanli in annoyance.

Seeing that it was about to fall on Qiao Mu, something pounced from the oblique stab and pressed on her body, and the whole body was smashed into seven or eight pieces by this punch.

Qiao Mu was stunned and hugged the round and slippery head, and his little hands groped on the snow beside him, trying to pick up the heels and feet scattered around him.

Her big treasure is completely cracked.

The second goods that is stupid and noisy all day long, and will crawl over to her every once in a while and say, "Little master, you are so beautiful today", does not exist anymore.

That weak chicken has been besieged until now, and I don't know if it is also dead.

They stayed up all night, and there was no sound until now, so they probably died......

Well, everybody's dead.

The talisman on his body has also been consumed, and there is not much Xuan power left, and Xuan Zhi is on the verge of overdraft.

She's ......

Nothing!

On the entire snowy peak, it seemed that she was the only one left.

It was so quiet that it made people's chests stuffy, their eyes were sour, and they couldn't shed a single tear.

Maybe soon, she'll die too......

It's just, is she willing to die like this?

She is unwilling! Unwilling! Unwilling!

The whole Zhiyuan seemed to be torn apart, and she only felt this terrible pain, so painful that she wanted to roll back and forth on the ground in order to kill this mental pain.

She hates, she hates these hateful, greedy villains, she hates even more, she hates herself even more, she hates her own incompetence......

"Chirp!" the little white squirrel kept arching beside her neck, and a pair of black bean eyes were full of pitiful tears.

Pain......

Zhiyuan was like someone was using a machete, constantly slashing, and the pain made her tremble all over.

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