Zhao Dong's cold voice spread far away, but unfortunately, there was no response.

Zhao Hong Duhong, the son of Zhao Hong Duhong, died of tying up Ah Jia, he felt that he had gone far and disappeared from the high-ticket market and would never appear again. There were more and more Shenghutang masters next to Zhao Donghan, but all the exhibitors couldn't find Hong Duhong's pain, so they had no way to deal with it.

"Child, come out, you go out for me......"

Zhao Donghan was really anxious. He didn't have to worry about so many roars. It seems that the ants in his hands are getting more and more irritable.

"Do you think so, Chief Executive?"

Amid all the noise, a sacrifice in the Hall of Souls erupted with a shout.

Zhao Donghan swept over and found a burning expression and rubble, and a dark underground passage appeared in front of him. He didn't know where to go. Zhao Donghan squatted down and took a closer look at the burning black smoke of the soil, but the soil inside was still fresh. It was clear that it was dug up quickly.

What a cunning handsome guy!

Zhao Donghan's face was dark and cold, and he quickly understood what was happening.

At first, he wondered what Hong's pain was like, how he had hidden the ears and eyes of so many spiritual masters in the room of his dead fat son, Zhao Hong. Now, take a look at the underpass and learn everything.

"Strictly guard the main exit of the city, so Yingjun definitely didn't go far!"

Zhao Donghan gritted his teeth and took the lead in rushing into the dark underground passage.

Behind him, many spiritual temples hesitated and summoned up the courage to go up.

Can't we be so skillful in taking people away and setting them on fire, which requires not only people's strategy and courage, but also transcendent ability, obviously the master of a soul!

Before the meeting, many mourning halls were afraid of Hong's pain. Everyone played for 12 minutes with the wings of spirit and care.

The underground passage is narrow, allowing only people to walk, dark ink, heavily oppressed and strongly risky. It's pretty white-footed, but you spend a lot of time looking for another exit, donating a look, and going to a jungle. There were a lot of footprints around, but I didn't see the missing fat boy Zhao Hongge, who was empty and dead in Hong Yuan.

I'm late!

Zhao Donghan looked around, and his face became even more gloomy. At the time, he could not find his whereabouts. If he is qualified, Zhao Hongsi will be scared away. The owners of the Holy Alley donated this one by one from the underpasses, and they all understood it, and none of them spoke with ugly faces.

Obviously put down the guards of the returning army, and were robbed of their eyelids by Hong's pain. Hong Lei's painful slap was not only on the face of Zhao Donghai, the chief of the bank, but also on the faces of all spiritual halls.

In the distance, God reveals the belly of a white fish, and dawn is approaching.

However, Zhao Donghan was in a bad mood, becoming more and more agitated and desperate. In every corner of the West Hall, more and more guards came out of the news, including putting out fires, and continuing to look for wasted noise, but it was useless, no matter how many people there were.

Eat, eat, suddenly there was a faint crisp from a distance, accompanied by a whimper.

There was not much sound and was covered by the people around the ruins, most of them did not hear it, but Zhao Donghan, who had broken the duality of basalt, was bright-eyed. He pricked up his ears to listen and understand the direction, so that he could not wait for the many followers to chase away and disappear in an instant into the colors of that night.

Sometimes there is no crispy food. When Zhao Donghan stopped and wanted to go somewhere, he started again, as if vaguely pointing out the direction.

But when the golden tube is in this seat, Zhao Donghan naturally has the ability to be human-to-person, which makes people feel alert. Changed as usual, noticing of course that it was not in a hurry, but the anger and anxiety in his heart overshadowed him, and without hesitation, he walked in the direction of the voice. According to Zhu Zilin's faint voice, many torches left his entourage far behind.

Zhao Donghan, self-reliant and strong, continued to make great strides and soon saw trembling fear.

The dead fat man Zhao Hongguang tied the black vine to a stone and put a pair of trousers on it. He couldn't say a word, but was killed like a pig and snorted a few times. The chubby body lay down, two high limps, and next to it hung a piece of bamboo, on which hung a stone. From time to time they fell on his big stock, smacked it, and ate it together, and then cracked.

Shout, shout!

Zhao Hong heard Zhao Donghan's footsteps and qualified words, and reluctantly turned his head and whimpered, as if he was calling for help, as if he was calling for help from Uncle Zhao Donghan.

Zhao Donghan suddenly slowed down and walked slowly step by step.

Pitfall!

This is a trap set by Boy Hong, so that handsome man must be lurking Eve.

"Kill!"

Zhao Donghan roared again, threatening to throw away the sharp sword, and slapped Hong directly.

In Jincheng, everyone knows that Zhao Donghan's swordsmanship is distorted, but only a few people know that his real killing is not swordsmanship, but a pair of opponents.

Growl...

Zhao Donghan, a white-haired pig with a hanging head, was very angry, with white hair and arrows standing on his fingers. Out of nowhere, a wave of writing spurred. Everyone felt that there was no wind around him for a few kilometers, but his ears were buzzing in the air without any shape.

Zhao Donghan's body suddenly doubled, reaching a height of 1,500 meters, like a war giant coming out of the ancient battlefield, clapping his entire hand like a naughty fan.

The pig king is furious, and there are a hundred steps on his body!

Condensing the spirit of the ancient white-haired pig, Zhao Donghan was very angry. He is a pig king who does not lose basketball. He wanted to kill Kun Yuan. He slapped him. A slap in the face shows the power of basalt. A fire is burning in the distance, looking for his traces.

Is it possible to squeeze Zhao Donghan out and kill the pig king?

“Laigang！”

The pupils shrank, and he took a deep breath and suddenly turned his head upward. Or the arm muscles begin to twist the tune very flowery, and one after another, the two whirlwind bodies will twist the Xuanwu tune and explode in the original game and be powerless. Write a ball screw music bureau. Suddenly, it was spread that they had eaten bamboo pieces and broken screws, and the fat boy Zhao Honglian, who died naked, couldn't make a sound of wailing, and the fat all over his body shook into dumplings.

When the anti-heaven trick is superimposed with the fierce attack of the violent blood meridian, the power at the time of the explosion is very powerful!

Facing the mad pig king Zhao Donghan, Hong did not retreat from the hall, but touched the coin in front of him.

This was his first decisive battle after ascending to Qingzhou in ancient times. It was his first battle after breaking through the basalt duality. He must seize the opportunity and go to the fierce Zhao Donghan to decide the victory. In the same field, to see which one is stronger than the first, he is not like his opponent in the field of Fanwu and Lingwu, sweeping and ranking.

Lifted, hands collided, and a powerful wave was set off.

The fat boy Zhao Hong's fat was trembling again. The blood stains on his skin were immediately destroyed by the flood and the pain of Zhao Donghan's battle regiment, and his internal organs also exploded. But strangely, he is still trapped in the place where he was repaired, motionless. His mountain vines are very hard. He wanted to scream, he couldn't shout, he couldn't walk, his body was pulled out like a big fat pig. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Ling Blood Battle Soul Claw Book House" for free for the first time.