"They're coming at me." Red Aya glanced back, her face was a little solemn, and there was unspeakable hatred and anger.

"Old rivals?" Seeing Hong Aya's expression, Wang Fusheng was a little surprised.

"A bunch of whimsical guys who don't know whether to live or die." Red Aya had a look of disdain on her face.

Wang Fusheng was stunned and glanced at the back, and the sheep Taoist who was playing chess seemed to feel something and looked at Wang Fusheng. The eyes of the two people met in the air for a few seconds, and Wang Fusheng's brows couldn't help frowning. Looking down at the red aya in her arms, she seemed to notice something.

"It's always you who steal other people's things, but I didn't expect robbers to be targeted one day." Wang Fusheng opened his mouth and showed a smile on his face that could not be said to be sarcastic or gloating.

"You think he's my opponent?" Hong Aya glared at Wang Fusheng.

"If it's a single spell, even though he's much older than you. But you'll probably be able to get rid of him a few streets. But he doesn't seem to want to fight with you alone, and if I don't help you, you will definitely lose. ”

"Can you help me," Hong Aya hugged Wang Fusheng's waist and tightened her arms, looking up at Wang Fusheng.

"What are you two talking about?" A plate of Xue Qinglian saw that Hong Aya Danfeng's eyes showed a bewitching aura, her face was a little unsightly, she stretched her neck and hugged Wang Fusheng, she kissed Wang Fusheng on the face, and looked at Hong Aya demonstratively. Remind her that it's okay to tempt Wang Fusheng, but there is still a main one standing next to her.

"It's okay to help you, but what's the benefit?" Wang Fusheng wrapped his arms around Xue Qinglian and moved to tell Xue Qinglian not to make trouble. Several demonic runes on the wings behind him suddenly flickered a few times, and the speed instantly skyrocketed a lot, widening the distance between him and the pursuers behind him. It seems that with this kind of practical action, he is reminding Hongya that she has bargaining chips.

"Sanqi, you are three and I are seven." Hong Aya gritted her silver teeth and looked at Wang Fusheng angrily.

She knew that Wang Fusheng was not hard-hearted, and she knew that he was not unapproachable. Otherwise, there is a fiancée in the galaxy, and a few girlfriends. What's the matter with Xue Qinglian still holding her by her side? But what she couldn't figure out was why Wang Fusheng could turn a blind eye to herself every time she was so charming. Never took the initiative to help himself. Every time two people cooperate with each other, it is like a transaction.

If it was the former Red Aya, she would feel that such a transaction was normal. Because the two originally distrusted each other, they chose to cooperate because of interests. But since that bloody night in the world above. Hong Aya had something more in her heart, but Wang Fusheng was still as smelly and hard as a stone in a pit.

"Four-six, I can't let you work in vain, but it's not me who gives it to her." Wang Fusheng raised Xue Qinglian.

"You're generous." The look of annoyance in Red Aya's eyes was even greater. But it doesn't seem to be going for Wang Fusheng's stone heart. It was Wang Fusheng's choice that made her angry.

"What are you talking about?" Xue Qinglian looked at Wang Fusheng puzzled, and then looked at Hong Aya.

"It's nothing, you clean up in a while, and the minions will stay by her side to protect him, and I'll take care of the rest." But I can only buy an hour at most, and after an hour, whether you succeed or not, we will have to run for our lives. Wang Fusheng looked back with a somewhat solemn face.

"Oh, I see." Although she didn't know why Wang Fusheng arranged it this way, Xue Qinglian believed that Wang Fusheng would not harm herself, so she nodded.

The three of them continued to fly forward, and the giant eagle behind them chased unhurriedly. Demon Dragon Wings is not the fastest speed in the world, though. There is a big gap between birds and birds compared to Dapeng or something, but they are still quite fast compared to giant eagles. But it's a pity that Wang Fusheng has just condensed the wings of the demon dragon for a few days, and the demon dragon bloodline in his body is still too thin, so after flying a certain distance. Wang Fusheng found a swamp and plunged into it.

It was a swamp of blood, shrouded in a multicolored miasma, and it was foggy day and night, with little visibility. The puddles everywhere in the swamp were not muddy water, but blood water. The sound of walking on it, and the stickiness of blood coming from the soles of your feet, make you feel hairy.

"Here it is. There is only one way to guard. "That's why I chose this place because Wang Fusheng had his own plans, although the giant eagle was closely following among the pursuers on the opposite side. But there was also a cavalry on the ground with mounts. Fight cavalry on flat ground. Even if it is just a cavalry composed of human-level warriors, the ground-level powerhouses must avoid its edge. Not to mention that in terms of power, Wang Fusheng's side does not have an advantage at all. Therefore, it is necessary to build on the strengths and avoid the weaknesses.

There was a quagmire all around, and the cavalry certainly could not form a team to charge. And if the cavalry dismounts, the combat effectiveness will be sharply reduced, and the pressure on Xue Qinglian will be much less if they stick to this pass. At the same time, Wang Fusheng also felt that there were several powerful aura in the swamp that could not be provoked, and the other party would be much more restrained when he did it here. Otherwise, if you alarm these powerful beings, your lives will be in danger.

"What a cunning son." The sheep man stroked his goatee and looked down at the swamp below. It seems that his gaze can pass through the colorful miasma and see the place chosen by Wang Fusheng below. The giant eagle circled in the air, and a quarter of an hour later the cavalry on the ground arrived. But seeing that there was a swamp in front of him, he did not go in directly, but was stationed at the exit of the swamp and waited for orders.

"I don't know what to call a kid, a few ants who haven't even reached the level of a human general. Do you want to fight us to the death here? Monk Blood-Eyed sneered. Not to mention that he is suppressing the other party to the death, even a blood-eyed monk of the same level will not take a few juniors in his eyes.

"Let the cavalry below abandon their mounts and go into the swamp, and you take care of that dragon boy, and don't hurt his life if you can. After all, most of the people of the Demon Dragon Clan are crazy, and if they catch any tricks, the adults will be in some trouble. Seeing that the cavalry below had reached the sheep road, the man spoke.

"You're ordering me to do things?" Originally, they were playing chess with the Yangdao people, and it seemed that they should have a good relationship with the two people, but at this time, the blood-eyed monk looked at the Yangdao people coldly.

"You and I are equal, and even you have more trust than me, how can I be qualified to command you. This is just my Jianyì, and the old man made a divination for you before coming out, this time you have a bloody disaster, so it's best to be careful with some subtlety. The sheep Dao people were not angry, and there was a fairy wind smile on their faces.

"I don't need you to talk too much about what I do. You can live a few more years if you take that girl, and if I suck this kid's demon dragon blood, it will be even more powerful. There's still a Blood Demon in my Blood Hell, and this kid is just right. The blood-eyed monk stared at Wang Fusheng below, and the sea of blood rippled in his eyes.

The Yangdao people didn't say anything, with a light smile on their faces. But a cold light flashed under his eyes. Obviously, even if Wang Fusheng really didn't kill the bloody monk this time, he didn't leak the news. After that, the people of the Demon Dragon Clan will also come to the door to take revenge on the Blood-Eyed Monk.

No matter how you look at it, the Qimen Warlock is a good person, even in the face of the enemy who killed his father, he can look like a smile. But if you offend him, you won't even know how you died. And this way of dying will not only unknowingly harm the children and grandchildren.

"How dare a bald donkey fight?" After letting go of the two girls. Wang Fusheng flew into the sky again, a few hundred meters away from the giant eagle circling over, and shouted at the blood-eyed monk.

"Boy, even if you don't look for me, I'll have your eye on you. A little ghost general, dare not know whether he lives or dies in front of my blood monk. I will make you a real ghost general, but not a ghost general in the underworld, but a blood demon general in my blood prison realm. The blood monk ......looked at Wang Fusheng and made a sound like a night owl's cry, which made people's eardrums tingle.

"Really? If you have the ability, you will chase after it. Wang Fusheng showed a disdainful smile on his face, hooked his fingers at the blood monk defiantly, and made a contemptuous action that everyone in the universe knew. Thumbs up and thought about the next dot.

"I've collected a lot of living beings' essence blood, and this is the first time that the demon dragon essence blood has been collected. I want you to feel the beauty of being refined into blood. It's a feeling that will make you want to die. The blood monk flicked his fingers, and a string of Buddhist beads flew out on his wrist. The beads become longer in the wind, and each bead becomes as red as blood as a fist from the size of a finger belly. The blood monk stepped on the Buddha beads in one step, and chased unhurriedly towards Wang Fusheng who flew away.

Chen Zhong, the law of this world, can fly in the sky at the outside world, but unless there is a flying magic weapon in this world, or like Wang Fusheng, he used his bloodline to evolve wings. Otherwise, you will not be able to fly even if you reach the ground level. The Sky Class is the minimum standard for flying in this world.

Watching the blood monk chase Wang Fusheng away, the sheep Dao people jumped down from the giant eagle in depth. It seems very calm. But the moment he entered the miasma from the sky, a cold light flashed and went straight to the chest of the sheep man. Wang Fusheng, who was supposed to be chased by the blood monk and fled, condensed his body in front of the sheep dao people, and the sharp dragon claws cut through the clothes of the sheep dao people. A hideous wound on his chest.

"You ......" The sheep man who pushed away in time looked scared and wanted to say something. But Wang Fusheng didn't give him a chance to speak. A desperate posture pounced on it.

The Yangdao people are also prefecture-level deposits, but they take the route of magic, and their bodies are not strong. If the distance is widened, it is only a matter of time before Wang Fusheng is cleaned up, so Wang Fusheng must seize the fleeting opportunity of his sudden appearance to cause him a trance to expand the results of the battle.

"Click!"

Wang Fu pounced forward, not suitable for the rapid hind legs of the sheep road people in close combat. There was a sudden thunderclap in the sky, and a bolt of lightning struck down and only took the top of the head of the sheep man. The sudden attack made the Yangdao people's expressions change greatly, and they wanted to release their spells to resist. But Wang Fusheng punched all the way before. A demon dragon roared and pounced on the sheep man.

"Bastard."

Wang Fusheng's punch couldn't hurt the Yangdao man at all, but it was enough to cause him trouble. The sheep road man who couldn't release the spell to resist the lightning was directly struck by the lightning on the top of his head. The clothes on his body instantly turned to flying ashes, and only a piece of soft armor that was close to his body shimmered with fluorescence. Originally, he looked like a fairy wind and bones, but at this time, he was scorched black. Hair stands at the roots. To be more wolf bèi, how many wolf bèi.

But this is just the beginning, lightning was not released by Wang Fusheng. It was Hong Aya's use of magic to lead it down, but this traction was not that Red Aya had mastered the immortal art of the Five Thunder Mantra. Instead, she opened the heavenly machine shielded by the sheep man. Although it was only a moment when the sheep Dao people were in a trance by Wang Fusheng's sudden attack, a small gap was opened.

But that's enough for the sheep people to scramble. Like Red Aya, the sheep Taoist is a warlock, in addition to helping people calculate and predict bad luck, the warlock will also use some feng shui techniques. These are all basic things. The core method of every warlock is to spy on the heavenly machine, and even seize the heavenly machine.

Therefore, the warlock is like a parasite on the heavenly machine. There are more opportunities to snoop, and I have grown fat and grown up. In this way, the goal is also big, and it is easy to be detected by the heavens, and then the heavenly punishment is sent down to show punishment. But warlocks are people who only take advantage and do not want to be robbed.

So he used all kinds of means to get by, and even looked for other blessed people to help him cope with the disaster. In fact, this is a means to disturb the heavenly machine even more, so once it is discovered that the heavenly tribulation that has descended is an endless ending. The Yangdao people obviously did not spy on the heavens. But every time it was handled well. Blind yourself to the past, or find someone to replace you.

At this time, Hongyan used some means in the inheritance of the Tianji clan to open a gap in the blinded aura of the Yangdao people. Let Tiandao perceive the existence of this parasite, so he sent down thunder and lightning to punish the sheep Dao people. If it's just Wang Fusheng and Hong Aya's attack, the sheep people are not afraid.

Even if Wang Fusheng is physically strong, Yang Dao and Wang Fusheng have the power to fight in hand-to-hand combat. However, facing heavenly punishment is like an unjust soul encountering the light of the Buddha, and a dark creature being exposed to the holy light. That's an absolute finish. Therefore, the people of Yangdao can not be afraid of Hong Aya and Wang Fusheng, two low-strength warriors. But there is a fear of heavenly punishment.

"Soldiers, soldiers, fighters, all, arrays, columns, in, front, punish evil!" Seeing that the sheep people were trapped by thunder and lightning, they were tired of coping with the punishment of heaven. Wang Fusheng's hands quickly sealed.

"Aang!"

A high-pitched dragon groan came from Wang Fusheng's dantian, and instantly grew with Wang Fusheng's nine-character mantra. A huge fire dragon burst out from Wang Fusheng's handprint, and rushed straight towards the sheep man. Under the blessing of the nine-character mantra, the fire dragon with the breath of heavenly fire and heavenly thunder instantly tore the shielded breath on the Yangdao people's body, and opened a bigger gap. The sky that was originally cloudless began to be cloudy and thunder began to roll in.

"I'll leave it to you." Wang Fusheng shouted at the red silk below, and the wings behind him shook and pounced towards the giant eagle in the sky.

"Poof!"

A bloody light flickered in the air, and the thunder that had begun to gather in the sky trembled, and the voice of the giant eagle that kept crying came to an abrupt end. There was a heavenly power suppression above his head, and at the same time, Wang Fusheng also released the dragon power on his body to deter. The giant eagle had no courage to resist at all, and was directly beheaded by Wang Fusheng.

"Ah......h

An angry roar was heard in the distance. It was the voice of the Blood Monk. Obviously, the blood monk had already discovered that the pursuing Wang Fusheng was fake, and was in the process of returning in anger at this time. Before entering the swamp, Wang Fusheng directly used the Five Elements Escape Technique to hide it, and used the ghost clone to separate a clone.

Because Wang Fusheng himself is the strength of a ghost general, whether it is in the eyes of the blood monk or in the eyes of the sheep people, he is an ant that can be crushed to death at will with a little thumb. So I didn't pay much attention to it. The blood monk was bent on absorbing Wang Fusheng's demon dragon bloodline and refining Wang Fusheng into a blood demon general.

So when he saw Wang Fusheng escaping, he naturally chased after him unhurriedly, playing with Wang Fusheng's clone like a cat and mouse along the way. The two of them chased after each other, and at this time they were already a hundred miles away from here. The blood monk reached out and grabbed one of Wang Fusheng's wings, wanting to see Wang Fusheng's miserable appearance. But the moment when the wings of the demon dragon were torn off by the blood monk. Wang Fusheng directly turned into a bubble and disappeared. At this time, the blood monk found out that he had been fooled.

Therefore, Wang Fusheng, who wanted to hurt the Yangdao people again, directly lifted into the air to kill the giant eagle hovering overhead. lest it cause trouble to the red silk and snow blue lotus below. The figure moved and rushed directly towards the place where the blood monk's voice came from, and this was the time to truly test Wang Fusheng's ability.

"Boy, I'll make your life worse than death."

The blood monk's eyes flickered with murderous intent and stared at Wang Fusheng who flew over and stood still a hundred meters away. In the distance, the clouds were thick and thunder was rolling, and he heard the screams of the sheep people. But the Yang Dao people are alive or dead, and he doesn't have the slightest sense of blood monks.

It's just that I'm so angry because I have one of the generals with status and status under the seat of the Shadow Demon Lord, and I'm still a soldier at the level of a local soldier, so I was played by a ghost general-level kid. If this matter spreads, it will definitely damage the prestige of his blood monk. In the future, I will definitely become a laughing stock in the eyes of my colleagues. This made him embarrassed.

"It's not certain who will let whom die."

"Sharp teeth."

The blood monk snorted coldly, and slapped his palm at Wang Fusheng. Suddenly, the originally blood-red sky became even more red, and a huge palm fell from the sky and slapped towards Wang Fusheng.

"Huh!"

A thunderbolt flashed under Wang Fusheng's feet, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

"Sting!"

The blood monk who slapped out with a palm turned around suddenly, but the clothes behind him were still lost by Wang Fusheng, who suddenly appeared behind him. After the transformation, the dragon claw rubbed against the blood monk's back, and sparks burst out, making a piercing grinding sound. It can lightly pierce the body of a martial artist of the same level. Even the sharp dragon claws of the magic weapon left two white scratches on the back and upper limbs of the blood monk. Not even a bit of skin was broken.

One blow missed, Wang Fusheng's figure disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, it was already a hundred meters away. At the same time as Wang Fusheng disappeared, the blood monk slapped the place where Wang Fusheng was originally standing, and the space under the blood monk's palm seemed to be unable to withstand the power of his palm.

"Good speed." The Blood Monk glanced sideways at his back, and the murderous intent in his eyes flashed strongly.

"The skin is quite thick, you can't be a pig demon, right?" Wang Fusheng shook his hand. He threw the rag in his hand away, and his tone was full of ridicule.

"A sea of blood!"

The blood monk didn't talk nonsense and shot again, but this time it wasn't a simple palm. Instead, they shot out waves of blood, like waves in the sea, snapping towards Wang Fusheng. Wang Fusheng's eyes changed, and he was surrounded by a sea of blood. Waves of blood roared towards him, each containing great power. At the same time, the bloody power in the sea of blood continued to pour into Wang Fusheng's sea of consciousness, wanting to erode his soul.

"I originally wanted to clean you up slowly, but although I didn't get along with that goatee's old way, I couldn't watch him die, otherwise I wouldn't be able to explain to the adults when I went back. You are constantly being eroded by blood in the sea of blood. When your soul is controlled by the blood demon, I will help you refine it into a blood demon general. In this way, my Blood Hell Realm will be even stronger. Dragon's bloodline. It would be even better if it could nourish a Blood Demon Dragon to come out. ”

Seeing that Wang Fusheng's figure was submerged by the swarming blood waves, the blood monk put one hand behind his waist, and the other hand held a Buddhist bead and chanted a Buddha horn, and a huge blood-colored swastika symbol was suspended above the sea of blood and kept spinning. The sea of blood contracted every time it rotated, and gradually the originally boundless sea of blood shrank to three feet square. As soon as the blood monk stretched out his hand, he dragged the sea of blood and flew towards the dark clouds, obviously trying to save the sheep Dao people.

"Haha, goatee, how can you be so wolf by a junior. Didn't you say that before you went out, you calculated a hexagram for me and said that I had a bloody disaster? Why didn't you give yourself a hexagram? Holding the swastika symbol of Wang Fusheng in the sea of blood imprisoned in one hand. Looking at being trapped in thunder and lightning, all charred black. Even the sheep people who were broken like rotten cloth in the inner family, the blood monk did not take action immediately. Instead, laugh out loud.

"Bloody Bald Donkey, hurry up and get me out, if I die, the adults will definitely not punish you." Do you want to enter the Blood Demon Cave? The sheep roader, who was surrounded by thunder and lightning, roared loudly. Obviously, he didn't want to whisper in front of the Blood Monk, but he couldn't hide the anxiety in his tone.

At this time, the situation of the Yangdao people is very bad, if it is just the attack of Red Aya, he is naturally not afraid. Even if Red Aya is the purest inheritance of heavenly machines, after all, the strength is too low and it still needs to grow. Whether it is a competition of force or a fighting method, the sheep people have full confidence.

But what made the sheep people depressed was that Red Aya, Red Aya, actually started from his sins. Transcendent Soul. Helping the poor to do good deeds is merit. A person who can leave a mark in the merit book will be reincarnated in the next life after death. And a person like him, who cultivates magic and does things uneasily, but instead leaks the heavenly machine or even tampers with the heavenly machine, is shrouded in sin. And for sin, the Heavenly Dao is naturally quick to deal with it.

Yangdao people are not afraid of Hong Aya, and they are not afraid of Hong Aya and Wang Fusheng joining forces, and even adding Xue Qinglian is no problem. But he was afraid of the way of heaven. Tiandao cleaned him up like a child touching his own bird, and he grabbed it. And they can play as much as they want, and the Yangdao people have no room to resist at all.

"It's my duty to save you, and it's Lao Tzu's mood if I don't save you. Dry tongue again, Lao Tzu, wait for you to die, and destroy the following two girls. Hearing the blood monk's pupils shrink in the Blood Demon Cave, his whole body couldn't help but stiffen, obviously this was a place that terrified him extremely much. It's just that after hearing this goatee, he has to defend his old face and threaten himself at this time, which makes the blood monk very angry.

At this time, Hong Aya was clenching her teeth, playing one spell after another to unravel the Yangdao people's cover for their sins. Let the Heavenly Dao Thunder land more, and it will be more powerful. And Xue Qinglian held a three-foot Qingfeng, fighting in and out of the cavalry without mounts. They can't take a step beyond the thunder pool to protect the Red Aya.

"Where's the bald donkey?" The white-clothed Xue Qinglian had a breeze in his hands, and the body of a cavalryman who was pierced through his heart and wanted to die instantly turned into an ice sculpture. Xue Qinglian withdrew and looked at the blood monk in the sky, with a worried look on her face. Wang Fusheng went to stop the blood monk, and the blood monk is now back and Wang Fusheng is missing, which can explain a lot of problems.

"You're talking about that kid, right? In this, do you want to come in and accompany your sweetheart? The blood monk shook the imprisoned sea of blood in his hand and looked down at Xue Qinglian. Finding that Xue Qinglian was still a virgin, she couldn't help but have a gleam in her eyes, and she subconsciously licked her lips, and her eyes became hot.

"Let Fusheng go." Xue Qinglian stabbed a sword into the air. A sword lotus bloomed at the feet of the blood monk. But as soon as it was in full bloom, it was crushed by the blood monk's foot, and the broken ice chips flew all over the sky.

"Sword Lotus, you actually condensed the Sword Lotus? It seems that you have a relationship with this seat, and this seat is just a personal maid. The blood monk fell from the sky and stood ten meters away from Xue Qinglian, and his blood eyes couldn't wait to stretch out two hands to grab Xue Qinglian into it.

"Let Fusheng go." Xue Qinglian pointed at the blood monk with a sword, and the cold qi on her body surged. A few clicks and freezes from the swamp and spread in all directions.

"What's so good about that kid. A few days ago, I had a little experience in studying Huanxi Zen, why don't you go back with this seat and you and I will study it in depth? The blood monk stared at the lewd light in Xue Qinglian's eyes, and he couldn't wait to immediately strip Xue Qinglian naked and ravage it.

"The dead bald donkey doesn't do it yet. If I die, my lord will throw you into the Bloody Cave. "I was struck by thunder and lightning, and my whole body was scorched. The sheep Dao man, who was also in the dust and turned into pieces under the thunder, saw that the blood monk did not come to his rescue. actually flirted with a woman, and the sheep Taoist was not killed by the thunder, but was almost killed by the blood monk. If the eyes can kill, even if the blood monk is the companion of the sheep people. has also been killed thousands of times by the eyes of the sheep people.

"Save you once, but the fox woman you caught last time was mine." The blood monk looked at the red silk casting a spell not far away. His eyes lit up again, and he turned to Hong Aya and said with a Buddha force: "Amitabha, this female benefactor is also related to this seat." Go back with me, and the three of us will practice Joy Zen and explore the avenue together. ”

"Adulterous monks are put to death." Xue Qinglian's whole body was at the peak of the Xuan Ice Qi Dao. Snow lotus blossoms bloom on the frozen ground beneath your feet. She is like a fairy stepping on the snow without a trace, dancing with a hundred butterflies piercing half of the flowers, and stabbing out with a sword.

"Poof!"

Originally, he was about to stride towards Hong Aya, stopping her from continuing to cast spells to save the blood monk of the Yang Dao people, and his body suddenly slammed. The body shifted a step, and a snowflake bloomed from his chest. As soon as the snowflakes bloomed, they were frozen into ice by the extremely cold ice air.

"Click, click!"

The Xuan Ice Qi burrowed into the Blood Monk's body along the wound, and the Blood Monk's wound quickly froze. The tendons and veins extended by the Xuan Ice Qi also began to freeze, but in the blink of an eye, the blood monk turned into an ice sculpture, exactly the same as the person who was killed by Xue Qinglian just now.

But Xue Qinglian's face did not show a trace of joy. Because at the moment when she took out the sword, the blood monk moved half a step, and the sword that originally pierced his heart pierced his chest and stabbed him in the chest. At this time, Xue Qinglian's face was pale, and she stumbled a little. Obviously, the sword just now was beyond her ability to be forcibly implemented, and she suffered a lot of internal injuries at this time.

"Red Aya, hurry up and kill that old way." Xue Qinglian shouted at Hong Aya. Apparently she sensed something, and there was anxiety in her voice.

Hong Aya looked at Xue Qinglian's eyes flickering, but quickly firmed up. With a quick seal on his chest, he suddenly slammed into the sheep man who was trapped by the thunder: "Deprivation!" ”

"Don't." The sheep man shouted mournfully, his voice full of horror.

The sheep-faced man's somewhat scorched body was struck by the thunder and lightning, and his chest was unnaturally puffed up, as if an invisible thug grabbed his chest and lifted him up. A golden silk thread was pulled out of the Yangdao man's chest little by little, and was pulled by the red silk and submerged into Xue Qinglian's eyebrows.

"That's mine, mine. Give me back. Slut, when I go out, I will definitely make your life worse than death. Yang Daoren's eyes were blood-red, his hands danced, and he wanted to grab the golden silk thread, but his body was blasted back by the thunder, and he couldn't break through the shackles of the thunder at all, so he could only watch the golden silk thread disappear into Xue Qinglian's eyebrows. The voice of the sheep man was full of resentment, like the terrible cry of an unjust soul. The golden thread is stripped away. The thunder and lightning in the sky became more dense.

"Click, click...... Rumble. ”

The ice on the frozen Blood Monk's body slowly cracked, and finally exploded suddenly. The frosty blood monk writhed stiffly on his hair. From facing Red Aya, he faced Xue Qinglian again.

"Good, good." The blood monk walked towards Xue Qinglian with stiff steps, and his voice slowly changed from the original frozen tremor to normal. The frost that hung over his hair and eyebrows began to melt. Footsteps stepped on the ground that Xue Qinglian had frozen with the Xuan Ice Qi. Each step leaves a blood-colored footprint. The blood-colored footprints seemed to burn, and when the blood monk's footsteps were raised, it instantly expanded and melted the frozen ground around it.

"The dead bald donkey will save me first." The sheep man who had been stripped of the golden silk thread and became weaker and weaker roared anxiously.

The fortune he stole was taken away by a third of the red silk at once. Without the cover of these blessings, the traces of sins left on his body by snooping and leaking heavenly secrets are becoming more and more obvious. Heavenly punishment began to lock on him little by little, ready to rain down the punishment. At this time, he had to break free from the thunder and lightning cage as much as possible, find a place to retreat, and hide the sin on his body.

Otherwise, even if you escape the thunder and lightning cage in front of you. Once locked by the Heavenly Dao, he will still die. But at this time, the blood monk who was supposed to help him ignored the red silk who performed the spell. Instead, he stared at Xue Qinglian, who was protecting the Dharma, which made him hate the root of his teeth. If he had the opportunity, he would have been eager to fight with the blood monk in a life-and-death battle, regardless of anything else.

"It's a matter of what you don't want to do." The blood monk raised his eyes and glanced at the sheep Dao man who was besieged by thunder and lightning, snorted coldly, and continued to reach out and grab Xue Qinglian. Although he was afraid of the punishment of the adults if the sheep people died. But he was more afraid of the current Xue Qinglian. Because after absorbing the blessings that were deprived of the people of the sheep road.

Xue Qinglian seemed to have made a decision, and something dangerous on her body was brewing little by little. If he didn't take Xue Qinglian first, it was very likely that he would die himself. He was naturally afraid of the punishment of adults. But the punishment is naturally more important than one's own life.

"Good, good. Good. You bald donkey. Even if I die, I won't make you feel better. The sheep people seemed to feel that there was no hope of survival, and their expressions became crazy. Regardless of the thunder slashing at itself. Instead, his hands began to seal, and a crack appeared on the eyebrows of the sheep man. His limbs, which were originally rickety, began to change slowly, and his body was elongated, and finally turned into a huge goat more than three feet long.

The goat's eyebrows cracked, and the wound was as if the entire skull had been slashed open. The sheep man is obviously a sheep demon, not an orc, nor an orc but a demon. At this time, he burned the essence of his whole body. The charred body exuded terrifying energy fluctuations. Then he slammed into the thunderbolt cage in front of him.

"Click, click......"

The thunderbolt cage formed by the thunder and lightning was directly smashed by the huge goat. And this hit the goat also paid a huge price. The two horns on his head were broken. The moment the entire goat's head poked out of the thunderbolt cage. A palm-sized goat sprang out of the gaping wound on the giant goat's forehead and slammed into the Blood Monk below.

"You're crazy." The face of the blood monk who was originally grabbed by the thug towards Xue Qinglian changed greatly. Because the sheep Taoist Yuan Shen escaped, he completely dispersed the cover on his body as a sheep demon. Therefore, the heavenly punishment is directly descended, and the heavenly punishment that descends will naturally destroy the one qiē that kills the sheep and the Taoist, including the Yuan Shen.

Therefore, the Yang Dao people's attack on the primordial god this time was not only his own desperate blow, but also the heavenly punishment that wanted to kill his primordial god was attracted to the past. A thunderbolt the thickness of a bucket followed closely behind the Yang Dao Human Yuan Shen and slashed towards the blood monk.

"Fight the stars!"

A deep voice rang out from the sea of swastika blood held by the blood monk. The Yuan Shen of the Yang Dao people, who rushed towards the blood monk, suddenly disappeared. Wang Fusheng appeared in the position where the Yuan Shen disappeared, and the thunder flashed under his feet, and Wang Fusheng, who appeared in the position of the Yuan Shen of the Yang Dao people, wanted to avoid it. But he was still hit by the thunder that followed closely behind the Yang Dao people and the original god.

"Poof!"

Half of Wang Fusheng's side was very charred, and the scales of the demon dragon on his body began to fall off like a wild dog with skin disease. A mouthful of blood was not held back and was spit out by Wang Fusheng. A domineering and destructive force drilled into Wang Fusheng's body, ruining the qiē he encountered.

"Suppression!"

Wang Fusheng's eyes froze, and the fire dragon in the dantian roared and opened its big mouth. Absorb all the power of the Heavenly Thunder.

"Buzz!"

The strange energy that was absorbed on the day of the bloody night, full of ruining power and immortal blood, seemed to feel something. Suddenly he trembled. The heavenly thunder that had been sucked by the fire dragon flew towards the strange energy like a tired bird returning to its nest.

Wang Fusheng's face changed drastically, because he felt a great crisis. Because this strange energy sucked away not only the power of heavenly thunder that had spurted into his body. At this time, the power of heavenly punishment that should be punishing the sheep Dao people seems to be felt. Some of the Yuan Shen who locked the Yangdao people to escape slashed down, and the other part went straight to Wang Fusheng.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Fusheng's complexion changed drastically, urging the immortal blood to suppress the strange energy, and asked it not to make trouble for itself. However, the immortal blood, which was originally easy to use, did not move in the slightest as if it had not received any orders this time. That's not all, just when Wang Fusheng increased his control power, Immortal Blood not only did not strengthen the suppression of the strange energy, but let go of its own suppression. Let the strange energy pull the power of heavenly punishment to bombard Wang Fusheng's body.

"Demon Dragon Guardian!"

A huge demon dragon flew out behind Wang Fusheng, flying around Wang Fusheng and wrapping Wang Fusheng with his body, like a snake coiling his body and wanting to sleep. The heavenly thunder bombarded the demon dragon, and Wang Fusheng, who was protected by the demon dragon in the middle, became more and more pale.

"Fusheng, stop, stop, stop." A scene in the sky made Xue Qinglian startled, and she saw that the thunder and lightning actually blasted towards Wang Fusheng, who didn't know how to get out of the blood monk's confinement, and screamed. Then he turned around and shouted loudly to Red Aya, who was still casting a spell to induce the heavenly punishment.

"Ah......h

Seeing the Yuan Shen of the Yang Dao people carrying thunder, the blood monk screamed miserably towards his original complexion. I saw that the swastika Buddha seal in his hand that imprisoned Wang Fusheng suddenly exploded. Wang Fusheng's demon dragon claws couldn't break through a little skin of the blood monk, and his entire left hand exploded out. At the same time, half of his body became charred.

A palm-sized goat flew out of the exploded Buddha seal, and its body, which had been fluorescent and extremely condensed, became like nothing at this time, as if it would dissipate as soon as the breeze blew. looked at the miserable appearance of the blood monk. The baby goat let out a gloating cry, and then disappeared completely when it was struck by a thunderbolt.

"Damn, damn old ways. If I go back, I will destroy your Manchus, and throw all your female dependents into the slums, so that they will all be ravaged and killed. The blood monk who had lost an arm cursed viciously, and at this time he wanted to eat the flesh of the sheep and drink his blood. But at this time, there was no scum left of the sheep Dao people who had been thundered by the sky, and they couldn't hear his threat at all.

"How so?" Xue Qinglian did not turn off the blood monk, but looked at the sky worriedly. At this time, Wang Fusheng was like a huge magnet, attracting all the heavenly thunders in the sky.

"There seems to be something in his body that attracts the thunder. Just survive these thunderstorms. The goat is dead, and there will be no more thunder. Hong Aya dragged two golden silk threads in her hands, exactly the same as the ones that had been deprived of the Yangdao man's body just now. This is the sheep Dao people through the guò heavenly dao stolen from others.

Stealing fortune is a more sinful sin than revealing the secret of heaven, because it is disturbing the secret of heaven and forcibly plundering the lives of others who are rich and noble onto oneself. However, at this time, the sheep Dao people had been killed by the thunder. The sins caused by stealing the good fortune have been removed, and these two good fortunes belong to the ownerless things, and they can be used casually without any bad consequences. (To be continued......)