"I just want to know, what's wrong with the Vatican Lich King?"

The man picked up a blade of grass and played slowly. This void world is extremely hot, and the reflected earth has turned into a platinum color, he is wearing a golden robe, and the figures of many witches on the robes are flashing, there is a rare terrifying power, and when he speaks, more than fifty monks belonging to different sects around him are listening quietly, and no one whispers to communicate.

Of course, it's also because they're playing against a strong player and the atmosphere on the pitch is tense.

This man's attitude is the most relaxed. He happily looked at Xiu'er on the other side, his eyes seemed to penetrate the shadow under the other party's hood: "This Taoist friend, his name is Xiangnu, isn't it? Two days ago, it was a Taoist friend who first raised the question of the Brahmin Lich King, which made me rack my brains, I don't know if the wizard would like to see me today." Would you please solve our doubts?"

On that day, Matthew only wrote the script and did not talk directly about the Brahmin Lich King, but people recognized her "initiative". At this time, the woman was completely hidden under the hoodie, her face could not be seen clearly, and her tone did not fluctuate. Her words were still very polite: "Bo Yang's son Zhizhu is the person in charge. Why do you need to use your breath more?"

Xia Boyang, a native of Qianshan wearing a golden robe, clapped his hands and smiled: "What I said is true. At first I didn't understand. When I saw Taoist friends, my eyes were bright, my heart was bright, and I realized something. ”

As he spoke, he motioned to the monks beside him to stop staring at them: "No matter how many friends Rakshasa has, it's useless. In addition, they are all neighbors and relatives. Why don't they get along?"

Xia Boyang's smile was harmless, but people who knew him wouldn't take it seriously, including Xiangnu.

The meeting between the two sides was a complete accident.

At first, Xia Boyang was threatened by the master of the Divine Sword Cave and entered the secret realm of the Sword Immortal. Then he ran away and disappeared. But in the next ten days or so, he did not play idle, but borrowed the influence of Qian Shan, including Flying Soul City, rectified a group of Jade Alliance masters, and formed a team comparable to the Demon Gate to compete with the north.

In the past two days, this wave of troops led by Xia Boyang has caused a lot of trouble to other monks, but it is limited to man-made trouble.

Lack of goals, no plans, and complex interiors, such a team can only be a destroyer forever, which is by no means what Xia Boyang wants to see.

Just as he racked his brains to play for the team, Shonu appeared alone in this blank space and happened to clash with his team.

At that moment, he was not exaggerating when he said "bright eyes and bright hearts".

"I'm very strange, it's just that the Brahmin Demon King is alone in the haunted house of the blood prison, how can he blow the wind on this world? If you teach, everything will be fine. The spirit world doesn't know that the Bloodhell Haunted House has its own passage, so I want to teach that adult... I don't want the hand of the Brahmin Lich King to reach this world and cut it off in time. Now is the time. ”

In the last few words, Xia Boyang used a special method to blur his voice. Only the Chan slave in front of him could hear clearly. Then he raised his voice and said with a smile: "Everyone and your sect are neighbors and relatives. You welcome each other. If there's anything I can do for you, you can take us there!"

Xia Yangyang consciously said it very clearly - you Rakshasa must have been premeditated, at least you know the inside story. In this terrible place, I count on you to lead the way.

He waited for Shannon's response, but the next moment, the grass in his hand fell.

Without warning, a bloody storm exploded, obscuring the sun. When they came face to face in front of the cress in the void, the intense killing gas consumed them first. At that time, a procession of more than a dozen monks and nuns, large and small, fell into chaos. At least 70% of people believe that the strong man suddenly jumped out of the murderer. In an instant, countless guards were really evil, and the treasure light surrounding the body rose, and figures flew around. Others, stimulated by the murderous gas, directly form a group with those around them, adding to the confusion.

Xia Boyang's achievements and insight are among the best in the team. Although he was also caught off guard, he quickly regained his health and forced the situation to be contained in the blaming. The bloody storm came and went. However, when this wave broke out, the whole team was dusty, and several people were injured in a very shameful way. As the initiator, Xia Boyang also felt humiliated. The momentum accumulated in front of him suddenly decreased by 90%.

He held back his anger and looked at Xiangnu again. The female show didn't take the opportunity to leave. Instead, she looked at the hollow crack that had just poured into the bloodstream, and pondered.

"This place is incomprehensible. ”

Xia Boyang cast a spell to ease the embarrassment. This brings us to the previous topic: "In a region like this, there is a need for a concerted effort to solve this problem." You're welcome friends......"

Now, even he finds it strange. Looking at Qingxiang slave's face, she only heard her faint voice: "At the current level, I don't think I can take care of myself, so I don't need to bother you." ”

She said, turning to leave. How could Xia Boyang be willing to let her go, before she thought about it, "she was alive again", and the true qi activity of her whole body would change.

He's the leader, and once there's action, and now the team is in shock, the reaction is a bit extreme. In an instant, the sound of the sword came, and the surrounding atmosphere stagnated and collapsed. Xiang looked back at him angrily, and his body suddenly collapsed. The magic method of Rakshasa is not afraid of group attacks. But in the siege, if she doesn't strike first, it will make people doubt her mind.

Xia Boyang already knew that the situation was out of control, so naturally he guessed Xiang Fu's means. Offense and defense are currently swapped. After a while, he staggered with Xiangnu a few times. The divine power of Thousand Mountains and Five Miles and Rakshasa is both qualitative and changing. After several conversions, during the collision, colored light waves erupted. It's really beautiful. However, the chaotic air conditioning also made it difficult for the fringe monks to intervene.

"Huh?"

Xia Boyang had some subtle feelings in his heart, but he didn't wait for him to confirm further, watching the sudden commotion around the monk's periphery, and the two of them who had been disrupted by the fighting activities of the two were seriously disturbed again, to such a strong extent that the warring parties couldn't help but turn their heads and glance at it.

What they saw were severed limbs and blood falling from the sky.

After Xia Boyang was shocked, he was furious, where is this bastard, quietly undergoing such a killer.

At that time, he didn't care about Xiangnu either. He snorted and gave the team an order, which changed the look of the joint performance for several days. He gave up the bloody space. Nearly 50 people are divided into different levels, and all the forces come together. As long as the air conditioner is locked, Dan's opponent can turn it off immediately.

Xia Boyang's eyes are very sharp. He could see through the layers of numbers the location of the bloody catastrophe. At some point, he put a large object: "Is that a coffin?"

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"This is probably the news collected in the last two days. “

In Luo Qing's ears, it will be the day when the Northern Demon Gate and Lichen will confront each other, and there have been various conflicts in the boundary river for two days, to put it simply, the key is, of course, to fall on the Brahmin Demon King.

However, Luo Qing was most concerned about another thing: "Is Yu Guanzhu here?"

The description in my ears was so detailed that it made one wonder if the person was lurking nearby. As a result, Luo Qing's mood was a little uneasy, and he could only laugh once: "The young one goes to the old one, this thing ......"

He took a deep breath and said nothing more. Instead, he goes back to the subject: "Brahmon Lich King! How did such a guy pop out of thin air, uh, no, in the Cliff City......"

Luo Qing's memory is very good. He naturally remembered the information he had stumbled upon while rounding up the Blood Monk. But for some reason, when he heard that Rocha's "The Divine Slave" first revealed this ancient story, he had an extra layer than everyone thought, so... His mind was a little confused.

He just asked, "What the hell is that guy doing?"

"Now it seems that Song Wuzai's shadow is the target of Lord Yuan. At the beginning, the adult died from the magic bullet, and the Yang God Sword fetus was wiped out, and the body was not damaged, but because of the impregnation of the magic bullet, some deterioration ......"

"Deterioration?"

Luo Qing thought for a while, and remembered that the owner of the Excalibur Grotto had no entity and could not succeed. He wondered, "Is it for possession?"

"Perhaps, at least Lord Harada's coffin has fallen into his hands." A faint voice replied that the idea should have been different. After a while, he said, "The Brahmin Demon King is not a good person, and there is no need to fight for the shadows of this world. He's been active lately......"

Luo Qing shrugged: "So, what should we do?"

After being silent for a while, the man suddenly said, "You have a good relationship with Yu Zhou?"