Chapter 103 Tongue Pulling Hell (Ask for recommendations, ask for collections, all kinds of requests.) )

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Looking at the chaotic and noisy crowd in front of him, a faint smile appeared on Jiao Yan's face.

"Elder He, do you think they will show up?" Jiao Yan turned to the old man beside him and said lightly.

"Don't worry, they will definitely appear, even if they know it's a trap, they will come in, because this is their only chance." Looking at the chaotic crowd in front of him, Ha Lao let out a hoarse voice.

"Yes, I'm going to see who is so bold and daring to attack our royal family today." Looking at the thin figure rushing towards him, Jiao Yan said lightly.

The long knife in his hand was slowly pulled out of the thin figure with bright red bloodstains, and looking at the man who fell to the ground, Jiao Yan's face showed a trace of contempt.

An existence in the middle of the junior period naively thought that he could assassinate himself with his humble disguise.

Looking at the figure crouching on the ground, Jiao Yan smiled and shouted loudly to the chaotic crowd: "Come on, come and kill me, I'm Jiao Yan, the three princes of the kingdom are here, if you have the ability, you can come." ”

Looking at the chaotic crowd in front of him, Jiao Yan shouted arrogantly, his face was full of arrogance and rampantness, and they were fundamentally different from the previous situation.

"Since the third prince has set up this banquet, how dare my old ghost not come?"

A faint voice came from the crowd, and a figure whose whole body was covered with black cloth, as if it was a ghost in hell, appeared in front of Jiao Yan in a trance.

"The heavenly ghosts weep, and the earthly ghosts mourn. Boundless hell, the world of Shura. ”

With a faint long roar from the old ghost, the black mist mixed with green smoke surrounded everyone.

"The demons of Hell who pluck out their tongues are not yet in force."

In the strange and endless death mist, those originally chaotic and noisy crowds tore off their disguises at once, only to see them turn into a powerful ghost and crawl towards Jiaoyan and the others.

"It's really a good skill, I really can afford to look up to my Jiaoyan." Although the fog obscured their vision, for Jiaoyan and them, the smoke could not block their vision.

Seeing the old ghost in the distance showing a weird and evil smile, Jiao Yan raised his head to the sky and shouted.

"Of course, for Jiao Yan, the door master is very concerned, not to mention that you still have a high-level late-stage existence like He Lao by your side, how can we not be careful."

Looking at the calm figures of Jiaoyan and the others in the distance, the old ghost said loudly, and then waved his hand. Three black shadows slowly appeared around him.

"Three Dharma protectors and one deputy sect master, the tongue pulling out hell really saw my Jiao." Looking at the old ghost in the distance and the three figures beside him, Jiao Yan said lightly.

"Since you've all already made a move, why wouldn't we catch it. You say yes or no? Looking at the figure in the mist in the distance, Jiao Yan turned around and shouted loudly.

"Third prince, the second elder of the Mercenary Guild has come to help." With a heroic voice, the second elder of the Mercenary Guild rushed over with a Meteor Chasing Moon Cross Axe in tow.

"Smashers of hell with tongues, eat my old words." Looking at the old ghost and others in the distance, the second elder of the Mercenary Guild, Lao Yan, picked up the big axe in his hand and rushed over.

With the wave of Lao Yan's hands, the evil ghosts slowly fell from the air like kites with broken strings.

After the storm and the wild axe, there is only a place of love and white bones left.

"What a sin." Looking at the white bones under his feet, Jiao Yan's face showed endless sadness and grief.

Although I don't know the specific identity of the white bones under my feet, but these are all fresh lives, thinking of those existences that should enjoy a lifetime of happy growth, a tear on Jiao Yan's face slowly slipped down.

"Old He, Old Nan, Old Mu, it's up to you next," looking at the scene of Lao Yan being beaten by the three Dharma protectors and old ghosts in front of him, Jiao Yan turned around and said to the three old men next to him.

"Don't worry, how can my Alchemist Guild not take action to eliminate demons when they see this kind of thing."

"I, the Wizards' Guild, am not greedy for life and afraid of death."

"I, Elder He, serve the royal family wholeheartedly and never disobey."

With three different but equally firm tones, the three figures turned into three streamers and rushed towards the center of the battlefield in the distance.

The second elder of the Mercenary Guild, Nan Rongxiao, the acting president of the Magician Guild, the worshipper Mu Lao of the Alchemist Guild, the four high-level late-stage existences, and the three protectors of the tongue-pulling hell collided with the deputy master of the old ghost, and a terrifying war was generated.

The majestic energy in the sky will form a terrifying and terrifying energy field around everyone.

Everything that dared or tried to get close was instantly reduced to ashes, forming pieces of flesh and blood.

Even though the huge and powerful axe has the terrifying momentum of being able to split mountains and rocks, it seems to be restrained in front of the protector of the tongue-pulling hell, no matter what method Lao Yan uses.

It still can't and can't crack the energy field on the Tongue Pulling Hell Protector's body.

Seeing the puzzled and confused expressions on the faces of the four people, a sneer appeared on the old ghost's face.

"With the existence of the four of you in the late stage, how can you break through the secret treasure of my tongue pulling hell." Looking at everyone's puzzled and frightened expressions, the old ghost shouted happily and loudly.

The secret treasure is the weapon of the mortal soldier, which is both a weapon of the Xuan level or a weapon above the Xuan level.

Although the old ghost has a secret treasure on his body, it is obviously not a high-level existence.

The really high-level secret treasure is added to the cultivation of the old ghost's advanced late stage, and even the war master can fight with it at this level. If you're lucky, you can even slaughter a Warmaster's early existence.

Then, as if receiving an order, the demon spirit in the mist flew towards the center of the battlefield.

One after another, the ghosts cried and screamed, and the old ghost's body was like a bottomless abyss, constantly devouring all the evil spirits that approached it.

"Secret treasure, secret method." Looking at the scene in front of him, Mu Lao's face showed a frightened expression, and he shouted loudly to everyone: "Run." ”

Looking at everyone's frightened and frightened expressions, a strange and mocking smile appeared on the old ghost's face: "It's late, the tongue-pulling hell protector listens to the order to pluck the tongue and pull out the three ghost formations." ”

After the old ghost's mocking laughter, a huge demon figure appeared above the originally dim sky, and a huge formation that exuded endless evil quickly fell from the sky, trapping the four beings who wanted to escape.

Looking at the terrifying energy formation in front of them, everyone's faces showed a look of horror and panic, and one after another wails of pain and cries of sadness and remorse.

It came out of the three ghost formations that pulled out their tongues.

"Devouring the spirit incarnation, eating howls as a guide, and the giant ghost changes." After the old ghost's strange scream, its body slowly swollen as if it had been inflated, and its body shape slowly changed.

In the end, a terrifying and terrifying existence was formed, which was neither human nor ghost.