Chapter 72: The Soul of the Ink Bamboo (6)
Ink Bamboo Soul Scattered (6)
"It's a pity...... You...... Know...... Target...... Too late...... Ha ha...... Hahahaha......"
Mo Zhu also collapsed weakly to the ground, intermittently sarcastically mocking the corpse, and the corpse saw that Mo Zhu still had the energy to make fun of himself, and his angry nose was about to be crooked. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
"Stinky boy, don't be too happy, don't forget what kind of price you used to match my attack."
The corpse was no longer teased by Mo Zhu, but looked at Mo Zhu with some regret.
"Old Miscellaneous Hair...... I...... ...... You don't have to worry about it....." Mo Zhu replied to the corpse without appreciation, and the corpse stopped talking, just closed his eyes and lay on the ground full of corpses.
"It's finally over......" Mo Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his head to look at the anxious Yuran in the golden light mask, and smiled brightly at her.
"Don't ....."
The heart-rending shouts were blocked by the brilliant light shield, and Xiran watched Mo Zhu's body disappear little by little, and then turned into a little firefly, disappearing, a kind of pain, spreading all over the body, and the blows again and again have made her basically practice a physique that is invulnerable to all poisons.
But in the face of such a parting of life and death, she still had a feeling that her heart was crying blood, and she knocked on the golden barrier like crazy, but the impregnable barrier still did not move.
Mozhu's feet disappeared little by little, then to his waist and then to his chest, and finally only a head that was still handsome and extraordinary, but he was still smiling, smiling and saying three words to Yuran that it would never have been able to say at any time, but Yuran didn't hear it.
"Ink Bamboo ......"
This time, she successfully escaped from the light mask set up by Mo Zhu, and also came to the place where he disappeared, but at this time, the ground was already empty, sitting on the ground dejectedly, constantly grabbing the apprentice he left here to lie here, trying to catch something, but in vain.
Xi Ran red eyes, looking at the corpse lying not far away, she didn't know where the power came from, in the blink of an eye, she arrived in front of the corpse, and then conjured a sharp blade from the body, ruthlessly Shen Xiang had already exhausted the corpse.
And the corpse can only watch at the moment as Xi Ran, constantly ripping off his own flesh from his body piece by piece, spasms of pain, but he still didn't say anything, not because he was a man, just because he even made a sound at the moment was extravagant.
Because at the moment when he fell to the ground weakly, the gray did something to him, such a vicious rakshasa, the corpse kept laughing at himself in his heart, and now that it was his turn, it seemed that it was really retribution.
"Don't worry, I'll be slow and careful, I'll shave your bones clean, and there will never be a trace of flesh and skin."
Xi Ran red eyes, Yin and Yang said strangely, and then continued to scrape the corpse seriously, the scene of blood and flesh, the smell of blood filled the surroundings, and finally Xi Ran finished shaving the flesh and skin of the corpse, leaving only one head, and the internal organs that were still beating in the chest, under the thin transparent membrane, the heart of the corpse was still beating solid and powerful.
"It seems that he is still dancing happily, I will help him gradually bear the burden." Xiran smiled coldly, and then stabbed the corpse with a knife, which was undoubtedly beating in the heart just now, and the blood splashed her face, and the corpse finally ended his long life......