After the White King rushed to the center of the battle, the crazy ochre Qingshui finally quieted down as if he had been given a tranquilizer. The chess piece cart stepped aside vigilantly with his long sword, waiting for the person in power between the White Emperors to speak.

The white king first looked at Ochre Qingshui, and his white eyes were shrewd and sharp: "What a rare guest, one is the lord of the black stone......"

He turned his head to look at the chess piece cart again: "...... The other is the edge of the chess piece. I don't know what kind of wind can blow both of them to me at the same time, it's really my luck. ”

As soon as the ochre clear water whip was curled up at his waist, he suddenly smiled. Her whole temperament changed with this smile, and her whole body exuded a luxurious aura no less than that of the White King.

Heishi and Guibai have always been hostile to each other, and the two sides have been constantly rubbing between the heavens and civilians, and they are stained with a lot of each other's blood. If it weren't for Lan Lu's impulse to attack the chess piece rook, Ochre Qingshui would definitely not expose himself easily here.

At this time, she had calmed down, clasped her hands to her chest, and fought back at the sarcasm of the White King: "I haven't seen you for so many years, can't I come to visit my old neighbor?" ”

"Your way of visiting is really ingenious." The White King's gaze swept over the chaos under his feet, and he said with a cold face, "Why don't you let me visit your Black Rock City too?" ”

"Absolutely, always welcome." Ochre Qingshuiyu put his hand on his chin and giggled.

Swish.

The chess piece cart used his long sword to pull a sword flower, and the blade of the sword turned into a floating black rune. The White King looked at him when he heard this: "Mr. Che is also in a hurry, if you tell me in advance, this king will definitely entertain him well." ”

The chess pieces have always only been aimed at the Nethers, and they have no deep hatred with them. Normally, such a mysterious organization should be very popular with them in the upper realm, but in order to deal with the nethers, the chess pieces have also done such crazy things as killing several royal celestials of a certain country, just to cut off their heads and trap the nether celestial bong. In fact, these countries are generally reluctant to provoke the madmen.

But the identity of the chess pieces is too mysterious, and no one knows where they will meet, and the members are hidden in the market.

In the case of this gentleman, as long as he takes off his hat, he may be a guard of the Guibai Palace, a vendor who resells ancient vases, or a farmer who grows extinct ferns in the red double. They can be anyone.

However, the chess rook is one of the more famous chess pieces, as he only uses a hat to hide his face, and he is a mute.

He pinched the edge of his hat and bowed his head gently to the White King in respect.

At this point, the smile on Zhen Qingshui's face was still there, but he was a little uneasy in his heart.

The white king's overtures to the pawn rook mean that he will not have any trouble with the pawn because of this battle. In other words, he was going to deal with her.

This is Guibai's base camp, and most of the thirty-six days are suspended around her. If any of the other squires had died, she wouldn't have been as impulsive as she had just been. It's too late to regret it now, she doesn't rely on much, but there are always a few.

From the most practical point of view, one is that the White Emperor does not dare to start a war above the White Emperor's head, lest the White Emperor's Room be destroyed like the West Window Garden. And then there is the ally who would rather hope.

She looked around, guessing how many of the dangling figures were the one who opened the king.

The White King knew that Zhen Qingshui was just pretending to be calm, and said calmly: "It is really the style of the Mountain Lord to break into the enemy's base camp and still be calm, but the Mountain Lord may have to pay the price for his arrogance and impulsiveness." ”

Ochre Qingshui grabbed the long whip night, tilted his head and smiled: "The White King doesn't need to worry about me, you can come so quickly, aren't you worried about the child in the grass house?" ”

Hearing this, the White King's body stagnated, and his forehead hung down for a while: "You brought the nether people who robbed the tired child?" ”

Ochre Qingshui stroked his hair: "To say that this kind of baseless accusation must have evidence, right?" ”

"You ......" Bai Wang was angry, and the broken umbrella in his hand was lifted by him, "It depends on whether you can be so hard-mouthed after being taken down." ”

Ochre Shui snapped the night diaphragm: "Wait and see." ”

The White King stared at Ochre Qingshui angrily and waved his hand: "Thirty-six days to listen to the order, take her down for me!" ”

After that, surrounded by the Heavenly Shrine of the White Emperor rising around, the White King gritted his cheeks and retreated, flying towards the thatched hut where Kong Feiti lived like the wind.

Ochre Qingshui looked at the approaching thirty-six days and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this was not the initial plan, she was pleased with the performance of the White King.

The White King really cares about Kong Feifei.

If he didn't participate in the war, he wouldn't be able to watch the White Emperor be destroyed for the remaining thirty-six days.

The corners of Ochre Qingshui's mouth hooked, and the night diaphragm swirled and tightened along his body. As the pile of tiny tentacles on the whip emerged, she let out a soft gasp from her mouth, and then leaned back, spreading her limbs as if she were spreading her wings.

A middle-aged man in thirty-six days rushed the fastest, rushing in front of her just when Yeqi had just wrapped around her body of ochre clear water. He lifted his knees lightly, and the pointed scalp shoes under his feet kicked hard at Ochre Qingshui's waist and abdomen.

The kick hit him, and the ochre clear water, who had his eyes closed, let out a muffled snort. But her body didn't move a bit, as if she was firmly pinned to the air.

The middle-aged man was a little complacent when he first kicked it, and then he felt that something was wrong. The kick was hit, but his foot seemed to be glued to the body of Ochre Qingshui, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it back.

Not far away, a girl with glasses found the reason: "He has blood vessels tied to his body!" ”

Everyone looked closely and found that bundles of tiny blood vessels, which were barely visible to the naked eye, spread out from Ochre Qingshui's body, tightly pinning the middle-aged man's legs and her body.

Ochre Qingshui's head tilted, tilted in the direction of the middle-aged man at a strange angle, and smiled strangely: "It seems that you are still a chick." ”

The middle-aged man's heart was cold. In the next second, a sharp pain came from the man's leg that was glued to Ochre Qingshui's body, and he let out a miserable scream. Everyone saw that his calves began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a matter of seconds, they were already covered with large and small blisters, and the blood vessels on it were criss-crossed, and he looked very disgusting.

The Nightshade is a very strange seal. It's tough, it can be twisted at will, and most importantly, anyone who gets hit by it will trigger the oncogenes in his body. Those who were hit, whether they were Celestial Bong or ordinary people, would die in agony as a result of the onset of cancer. No one who knows the Nightshade's abilities will want to get close to its attack.

The middle-aged man was a Tianfeng in the end, and with his left foot, he actually kicked off his right leg that had begun to twist. Of course, this inevitably led to a more terrible howl.

How could Ochre Qingshui give him time to escape, and grabbed the man with five fingers and claws.

The man turned over and tried to hide, but found that this time he couldn't even move his body.

The hand stretched out by Ochre Qingshui turned out to be the same as his self-severed leg, rapidly swollen and blistered and molted, and the tangled blood vessels on it burst out like silk threads first, and he was already entangled and unable to move.

Click.

The big hand, which had grown several times larger, pinched his head, and from it there was a tooth-aching cervical spine pop.

The middle-aged man's corpse fell weakly from the air, and Ochre Qingshui shook the disgusting hand, which continued to shrink, and finally turned into a white and tender and burstable appearance again.

"Next." She raised her head and said defiantly, the smile on her lips that provoked the most terrifying shudders in the people.