Yang Bo was very angry, his whole body was trembling, his lips were a little purple, I don't know if he was angry, or he was frozen by this cold weather.

However, looking at the angry eyes, it is estimated that it is the former.

Xiao Shao was lying on the ground, unconscious, and blood kept gushing out from under his body.

And no one cared about Xiao Shao, not even Yang Bo, his eyes were fixed on that drop of spiritual liquid at the moment.

"Do you have to rebel against the dry building?"

Yang Bo wore out his mouth and repeated the word Qianlou back and forth many times, but there was no one in front of him.

Qianlou, what the hell is that?!

This is what Wang Jinming said, and he is really disgusted with the old man in front of him.

Yang Bo seemed to be choked by the throat, and wanted to say something big, but he felt like he was playing the piano with a cow, oh no, a bunch of cows.

"You must know, give me this thing, I can save the people in this world, I can save more people!"

Yang Bo saw that everyone was still unmoved, so angry that he directly stretched out his hand, wanting to snatch that drop of spiritual liquid.

However, Zhang Hao is here, how can he let him succeed?!

"Get out!"

A word spit out from his mouth, and it landed with thunder, and Yang Bo's body trembled without a soul, and his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell directly to the ground.

I was a little frightened, and when I reached out to cover my ears, I felt a sticky liquid.

Blood?!

Yang Bo was stunned, and when he listened carefully, there was no sound in his ears, it was very silent, and he entered a silent world.

With the dim light, he could clearly see the liquid on his hands, it was indeed blood!

The ear, under this rolling word, directly lost its sense of hearing, and the blood also flowed out slowly with the rupture of the eardrum.

It's not much, but in this environment, it's terrifying.

The assistant on the ground, with all the blood under his body, looked like a ghost soaked in a pool of blood.

And he, Yang Bo, the blood in his ears slowly flowed down his cheeks.

It looks like it's bleeding from seven orifices.

If you look closely, his eardrum looks like a broken drum surface, weakly soaked in the blood.

"You guys, what did you do to me?!"

He was a little panicked, but all that responded to him was Zhang Hao's expressionless face and Zhang Hao's slowly raised fingers.

"Brother Hao, his background is very big, let's say goodbye. ”

Wang Jinming saw Zhang Hao's meaning, and had the idea of killing them all, so he hurriedly spoke, his face a little worried.

Zhang Hao's gaze shifted to Wang Jinming's body, and looked at Wang Jinming meaningfully.

He shuddered, and Brother Hao at this time no longer seemed to be the one he knew, without a little human touch.

However, Zhang Hao thought about it and didn't continue, his fingers slowly drooped, looking at Uncle Zhang.

"Feed Uncle Zhang quickly, if this drop of spiritual liquid loses its effect, your efforts will be in vain." ”

Zhang Hao turned around, he didn't want to see Yang Bo's lofty face anymore, if he had a choice, then now he wanted to directly drag Yang Bo into the Nine Netherworld and suppress it for a hundred years.

However, he is no longer the young man who bought the CD, and now Zhang Hao seems to look more like a yin god.

Whoever blasphemes God is guilty of death!

Perhaps, Zhang Hao would have been a little forbearant of these blasphemers before, but at this time, as long as one person dares to blaspheme, then you will wait for the soul to be in the underworld, and you will not be able to live forever!

After the old men snorted, they were not slow, just like the spiritual liquid that was originally hanging on Lao Zhang's mouth was sent into Lao Zhang's mouth.

However, at the same time, a black shadow flashed and struck towards that drop of spiritual liquid.

And there's more!!

Zhang Hao was originally a volcano that worked hard to backlog, but because of Lao Zhang's affairs, he has been holding back.

Even Yang Bo was put aside first, and this repeated attack or obstruction had completely exploded Zhang Hao's volcano.

The consequence, that is, landslides and ground cracks!

That black shadow was naturally Wei Ping, who was hiding on the side, and he had been waiting for an opportunity to move, and finally at this time, his greed began!

Turning into a black bolt of lightning, he galloped towards the spiritual liquid, and the nails in his hands turned into sharp blades in mid-air.

"How dare you show up in the temple for filth!"

Without waiting for Zhang Hao to make a move, Hua Qing on the side had already shot out.

The pitch-black blood-stained spear danced in Hua Qing's hand, tearing through this piece of air, and then collided with Wei Ping's nails.

Bang!

An invisible wave of qi exploded in place.

"My lord, here I am!"

Hua Qing withdrew his spear and stabilized his body, and then said to Zhang Hao, without taking Wei Ping on the side in his eyes at all.

This domineering spirit directly made Wei Ping on the side a little ugly, but Huaqing's appearance really surprised Huaqing.

When will there be Yin soldiers in the underworld?

Zhang Hao looked at Hua Qing with great satisfaction, nodded without a trace, turned around and stopped talking.

"It's fine. ”

Zhang Hao shook his head.

The old men are also a little worried in their hearts, whether this so-called spiritual liquid is useless or not, at least Lao Zhang's state is very bad at present.

Everyone, including the bystanders who kept looking inside the door, were also looking at this sacred ceremony.

This thing, so many people snatch it, is it really so useful?

"Are you sure you can stop me?"

Wei Ping smiled very hideously, but it was strange that his figure did not appear in this reality, but appeared in the underworld.

It's like the soul of the flesh has been transformed.

Hua Qing didn't speak, just quietly looked at Wei Ping in front of him, and the spear in his hand fell to the ground.

Hey!

Wei Ping smiled hideously, his body disappeared in place again, his palm raised high, and fell heavily towards Huaqing.

Time seemed to freeze at this time, Hua Qing raised the spear with his backhand, bowed his body, and held the end of the spear with his hand.

With the solitary bend of its body, the spear was pressed into a large semi-arc, full of explosive power.

Tear and pull!

It was the sound of the air being cut through again.

The nails glowing with cold light came to Huaqing's front with lightning speed, and everything that was blocked turned into tofu and was easily pierced.

It was too late, and just as the nails were about to touch Hua Qing's face, the spear that had been tightly pressed was released.

Brush Brush Brush !!

At this moment, the rebounding spear turned into an afterimage in Hua Qing's hand, and then the strength of the rebound turned into thousands of afterimages in the air.

The rainstorm was like a pear blossom, leaning on Wei Ping's body.

For a while, Wei Ping couldn't stop it at all, and this spear, which kept changing its trajectory, evolved into various offensives in Hua Qing's hands.

No solution!