The parrot continues to urge him to complain about autumn, but even if he can really control the poor, he doesn't know how to control it.

"Stupid, split a god and then enter the body of the poor and stranger, she is now fighting the ghost eater, the god is very weak, you can only control his god!" the parrots were busy explaining why they complained about the fall.

"Is it really possible?" He Yanqiu hesitated. After all, it was dangerous for him to distinguish the gods of the Yuan Dynasty. If he is not careful, he will be doomed to extinction.

Poverty and curiosity spent most of their minds fighting ghost-eating insects, but they all heard the conversation between He Qiuqiu and the five-colored parrot, and their hearts were taken aback.

What is the identity of a parrot? Why do you know about such a thing? No, that person can't make it!

He breathed a sigh of relief when poor Qi felt hesitant. As long as he doesn't make up his mind, it's good news for poor Qi. As long as he had enough time to eliminate these ghost eaters, he wouldn't have to worry about the poor enemy's rebellion.

However, he complained that Qiu Xiaoming's hesitation did not last long, because the five-colored parrot had no reason to deceive him.

While the smell of poverty and curiosity is terrible, who knows why complain about what divides the gods after the fall will be heard, so we must do enough protection.

It is not difficult to separate some primordial gods from the whole god, but the process is very painful, and the process of separating the primordial gods is very dangerous.

Qiu Zhen felt that there was some resentment that wanted to split the gods, and he was about to enter his body, and poor Amazement suddenly trembled, as long as he knew how weak he was now, his spirit was even more so.

"Don't you want to die, kid?"

Poor Qi Guo could only bear the consequences of the counterattack and yelled at Qiu Ziming.

"Don't listen to him. He felt guilty. Hurry up!" the parrot continued to urge, not at all afraid of being intimidated by poverty.

He finally made up his mind that the divided God flew directly to this poor and strange head, and then directly into it.

Boundless darkness appeared in his eyes, and he complained about Autumn, and then he complained that Autumn soon felt a strange breath, which was a source of breath poverty and strangeness.

Poor Qi spent a lot of money to hide his soul, but for He Yanqiu, it didn't have any effect at all. It was just a moment. He Yanqiu discovered the hidden pitiful spirit.

Most of the soul's power was used by the poor qi to ward off the ghost-eating insects, so in the face of Yuan Shen's influence, the Qiu people complained and sighed, and the poor qi could not be maintained quickly.

"Child, if you want to do this, this king is all evil kings, but immortal existence, even if you can temporarily control this king, this king can one day sooner or later, when you will face the crazy revenge of this king, I want you to taste the pain of the whole world!"

To the end of the mountain view, poor Qi still hasn't forgotten Qiu He's threatening complaints, to be honest, if you don't feel Qiu He's spiritual magic is very weak, why complain Qiu He really doesn't dare to make up his mind so easily.

"Now, you dare to be so rampant, it looks like I'm going to clean you up!"

He hates

"This is gone!" Hao Yan directly flew out the two heavily armed black-clothed heavenly soldiers, his face became very strange, because he had lost the trace of poverty in his consciousness.

Is it dead? This speculation is obviously unrealistic.

Xu Haisheng's face turned red, and he was furious.

"It's all your fault!" Xu Haisheng blamed Zongda for all the reasons he complained about Qiubai's disappearance. In fact, it's pretty much the same. If this divine sect didn't want to control poverty, why would he complain that Qiu would be trapped by poverty.

Nowadays, no one knows the traces of poverty and miracles, but it is clear that poverty and miracles will never go away.

"Do it!"

Xu Haisheng did not have any evil hesitation and immediately launched an attack on the saint.

The monks of the ethnic minorities, who were surrounded and suppressed by the Holy Assembly, would not miss such a good opportunity to vent their anger. After all, just now, the people of the Holy Assembly did not take their lives seriously, and even wanted to erase them altogether.

Due to the eventual effects of poverty and curiosity, the camp set up by the Templar was somewhat unstable, and soon collapsed completely in the siege of countless beasts outside and the siege of Terran monks.

At the moment of collapse, all the human monks and beasts fought together.

These beasts, regardless of their status as human monks, will be targeted by them as long as they are cannibals.

There are one or two dragon girls, one or two, who have no plans to go out again, especially the mountain god dragon girl, who has recovered, but her face is a little pale and she has obviously suffered a lot of injuries.

"Mom, do you think the poverty has gone?" asked the dragon girl with concern.

"I don't know, but I shouldn't leave Kunlun Mountain."

Although the poor qi must be seriously injured, in the Kunlun Mountain thing, the poor qi still has the idea of winning, so the dragon and the girl can make sure that the poor qi is still in the Kunlun Mountains, as long as the ghost diet solves the problem, it will immediately move towards the top of the Kunlun Mountains.

"Will he be okay then?" the dragon girl hesitated for a long time and suddenly asked.

"You mean that brave man, he should be fine. ”

Although I don't know what my daughter's relationship with the clan is, the dragon girl also felt her daughter's strong concern for the clan.

As for why Kiki is complaining about Qiuqiu and what she will do, the dragon girl doesn't know at all, but she prefers to do bad things.

"Poor, can I control you now?" he grumbled.

No one answered, and there was silence all around.

At this point, poor Qi had completely eliminated the influence of the ghost-eating insects, but he complained that Qiu had also taken control of his soul.

"Poor, you're still alive. Why don't you speak?" he grumbled again.

He Yanqiu looked at the set of pale blue light in front of him, a little surprised by its dark color.

This blue glow is the soul of poverty and miracles. Although its breath is not very strong, it is of high purity.

He hated Autumn for branding his god on the soul of poor magic. As soon as he complained about the fall, as soon as he had any thoughts, he would immediately realize the poor magic.

I didn't wait for a poor and curious answer, why did I complain that Qiu was a little surprised, a little scared, and even more worried about what he had done wrong there.

Is this guy really dead? Why do you think so?

Although he complained that Qiu Ziming cursed himself dead, he still didn't want to speak. After all, being controlled by a nation is a serious insult to the Qi country. Although Qi was controlled tens of thousands of years ago, it was God who controlled him at that time.

"Since you're dead, don't waste the essence of your soul. "I'm going to swallow it directly, maybe I can exalt my own God. He grumbled, sighed, and turned his eyes to the blue light in front of him.

When he complained that Qiu Ziming wanted to devour his soul, he was very angry, but there was nothing he could do to deal with him.

"Stinky boy, you swallow one!" The strange sound finally came out, but it was very angry.

"Are you really not dead?" he grumbled, frowning.

"Of course not. "Poor Mrs. Qi didn't want to spend more money because he didn't want to complain to him.

"If you can, you'd better go out first. "This king still has something to do!"

Poor Qi suddenly opened his mouth again, but he really wanted to expel him from his body.

(End of chapter)