In Tianchi, there are rumors that the limit of the Royal Hand Python is approaching, and rumors are spreading, and they are spread in a similar way, so no one can believe it. In the end, both the advisors and the followers of the Python believed.

But there are also a small number of people who still don't believe it, such as Mitarai, he won't believe it.

Who is the Miteboa, no one knows better than Mitarai.

Because Mitarai has always taken Mitarai as an example, imitated him, and even wanted to kill and surpass him. The power of the idol is infinite and awe-inspiring, and it is also a mountain that stands in the way of Mitarai, and if you can't climb it, you can only destroy him.

The purple python is ferocious and abnormal, and above the snake's body, the scales are flashing with cold light, which is brighter than the stars under the sky and above the night sky, and at the same time it makes people palpitate. Because each snake scale has infinite magical power, as if it can take away people's spirits and become empty shells.

"Xiangxiang Zhenren, your other doppelganger should also appear. Suddenly, Mitarai sneered.

Although the Kumu Daoist was dead, his body was taken away by a mysterious person, and that person was the person holding a sycamore branch, and this person was also another doppelganger of the Lord of the Wonderful Fragrance Temple, the missing moon.

"Hahaha. ”

Kizuki laughed, "I can't hide anything from you, Mitarai, we're meeting again." ”

Brush!

A pseudo-lady came from the darkness, his face was like a jade plate, his eyebrows and eyes were very thin, and there was a silver ring on his nose. Lack of Moon Daoist, this person has another identity, writer, the writer of Tianchi, and his pen name is Fenglinwan.

With Fenglinwan as the pen name, the people of the Missing Moon Dao have written many best-selling books, such as "Love Like an Aunt", "Absurd Girlfriends", "Xiu'er Peel a Pear for Me" and so on.

And Mitarai is a loyal fan of Fenglin Night.,Because it's a local tyrant.,So they've met.。

"What's the matter, fellow Daoist, you didn't expect it to be me. Missing Moon smiled, "At that time, I was a popular writer, you were a loyal fan, and we met very late." My stupid fans say that if my book sells as many copies, I should wear women's clothes, and they don't know that I've always worn them. Hahaha. The Taoist was so happy that his eyes were almost out of sight.

Mitarai frowned and said, "I really want your fans to listen to what you are saying now, I believe they will be very disappointed, and even turn into black fans, slandering you everywhere and ruining your reputation." ”

"No, no, no. The Missing Moon Daoist smiled, "Don't you know what a brain-dead fan is, I have countless brain-dead fans, they have always supported me, how could they betray me." ”

Self-confidence, the Lack of Moon Dao people are quite confident in themselves, it can be said that they are confident to the bone, and no one has changed his mind.

Sometimes people's self-confidence is important because no one can knock them down.

Mitarai was a little speechless, although he liked the works of Feng Linwan, but he didn't like the person who lacked the moon Dao. In fact, there is no contradiction between the two, and no one stipulates that a writer cannot have another face of his own in addition to creation. Everybody has a lot of roles to play, believe it or not.

The lack of moon Dao people is very satisfied with the current life, he is not only the doppelganger of Xiangxiang Zhenren, but also a famous writer in Tianchi, and a pseudo-mother who is not very famous. Of course, he has more identities, but he doesn't like these three characters very much.

"What happened to the Kumu Daoren. Mitarai laughed, "I saw him when I walked through that dry well, and you killed him with one slap, cutting off his last chance of life, and taking his body away." It's the piece of wood, the wood that the corpses of the people of Kumu Dao have turned into. ”

"What else. The Missing Moon Daoist smiled, "Naturally, I absorbed him, because he and I are both doppelgangers of Xiangxiang Zhenren." There is also a lot of competition between the many clones of the Lord of the Wonderful Fragrance, and our relationship is very restrained and not very friendly to each other. You know, where there are a lot of people, there will be rumors. And I'm in charge of dispelling the rumors and helping Xiangxiang Zhenren deal with what he doesn't want to do, and you can also say that it's the aftermath work. ”

Brush!

The Lack of Moon Daoist waved the sycamore branch in his hand, and in an instant, dozens of sycamore leaves flew out, like a round blade, and slashed towards Mitarai.

"Feng Linwan, that's how you treat your loyal fans, local tyrant fans, you really have the guts. Without the support of us local tyrants, you are nothing. Mitarai said unhappily, "Do you have to remind you to pay attention to your own position, among the small group of people you can't offend, there are local tyrant fans." Come, call Daddy!" Suddenly, Mitarai's attitude became stronger, and his face was very excited, because he was finally able to exercise the supreme power of the local tyrant.

However, the people of the Missing Moon Dao are not at all the so-called local tyrant fans, "Mitarai, you also think too highly of yourself." A local tyrant like you, thinking that he can control me, hahaha, but he can't, don't you know what a god fan is!"

The Taoist waved the sycamore branch several times, and each time he waved, more than ten sycamore leaves flew out and slashed out angrily.

When Pen Ma Wen saw it, he was furious, and casually summoned two paintbrushes, treating them as Fang Tian's painting halberds, and the two halberds waved together, bang, and smashed the sycamore leaves. "Where did the unknown writer come from, and he dared to shout at my master, you are afraid that you are tired of life, and you don't know how to write dead words. Let me, my lord, deal with this arrogant writer, for his sins are unforgivable. ”

Take the initiative to ask for Ying, Bi Ma Wen asked to go to war and kill this doppelganger of Xiangxiang Zhenren.

"You're ready. Mitarai Dao, he didn't have much hope, because Mitarai still knew the strength of Bima Wen and the Missing Moon Daoist.

Bi Ma Wen is several times stronger, and he is not the opponent of the Moon Dao people.

"Hmph. The Missing Moon Daoist sneered, "Is this the waiter you collected, my arrogant local tyrant fan, do you want me to blacken you and become a black fan." ”

Rise!

The Taoist jumped up, grasping the sycamore branch in his right hand and carrying his right arm behind his back. With two bangs, the left hand of the Missing Moon Daoist slapped two palms in an instant, hitting the two brushes of Bi Ma Wen respectively.

Click, click. The brush shattered almost instantly, and the crumbs spilled onto the brush like grains of sand that struck the face.

"Hmph, are you the late maple forest? Bi Ma Wen sneered, "I have also read your clumsy works, it is simply unsightly, you are the scum of the writer's world, and you are not worthy of being a writer." I can't imagine that a writer like you will have fans, are they all blind? ”

Call!

The embroidery on the sleeve of the pen Mawen flew out, as if it had come to life.

Boom, the peaks and mountains are stacked and green, the pines are handsome, and the white cranes are flying, all rushing towards the people of the Missing Moon Dao, as if they want to smash this piece of heaven and earth, in order to prove that the power of the immortal family, the power of Huanghuang, is unstoppable.

The Lack of Moon Dao people was also stunned, and secretly said, but he underestimated this seventh-class miscellaneous servant, he still has some ability, otherwise he would not be favored by my local tyrant fans.

Drink!

Suddenly, the Missing Moon Daoist roared, and the sound burst thousands of times, tearing apart the flying white cranes, and at the same time sweeping away the pine and cypress trees.

But the mountains that rushed across were like torrents of steel, devastating and unstoppable, and whatever stood before them would be shattered.

Sure enough, the roars of the Missing Moon Dao people were all blasted by the mountains, and at the same time, the two mountains swept across, annihilating the void, as if they could kill tens of thousands of living beings. Bi Ma Wen still looks like he is not afraid of the sky and the earth, which makes the Missing Moon Daoist suspect that he still has hole cards. "But it's just a thought, because he is just a handyman, and you can't expect too much from him. Because the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. ”

Just as the Missing Moon Daoist was thinking, Bi Ma Wen waved his right arm, and with a snort, a long black line slashed out, cutting through the middle of the two mountains, shattering it, turning it into countless stones, and throwing them apart.

And the long black line showed no signs of decaying, and it was more condensed, cutting open the void, leaving countless collapsing spatial crystal walls.

More mountains are collapsing, turning into stone chips and flying all over the sky, blurring their vision.

Brush. Two silver lightning bolts flashed in the eyes of the Missing Moon Dao people, splitting the stone chips in the sky, "You damn handyman, you don't even count my black powder passers-by, and you dare to be rude to me." You know, with a wave of my hand, my loyal fans can stand on the moral plane and curse you to death? Feng Lin later told a terrible truth.

However, Bi Ma Wen didn't pay attention to it, and he didn't care at all.

"Explode. ”

Suddenly, the left palm of the Missing Moon Daoist grabbed forward, grabbed the long black line that Bi Ma Wen had chopped out, and grabbed it, causing it to become a wreck, floating between heaven and earth.

And the other person, that is, Mitarai, has already flown to the Flying Demon and the purple python and the medicine tripod.

Bi Ma Wen can survive in the end, if he dies, Mitarai will not care, because he has too many followers, more loyal and capable than Bi Ma Wen, and he is not worse than Bi Ma Wen, because of the seventh-rank miscellaneous servants of the Flying Girl clan, his use value is almost over.

While!

The medicine pod spun out and collided with a cloud of demonic energy, shattering it. And the medicine tripod was buzzing, and there was no mark left on the tripod's body, and there was a strange medicinal fragrance coming out of the tripod. "Well, something is wrong. The Missing Moon Daoist said strangely, "I have never smelled the medicinal fragrance wafting from the ding. Is it left by the Miteboa? The old thing is really stubborn, and it's breathtaking. ”

Bi Ma Wen has the determination to win, but the lack of Moon Dao people is at ease, and he can also divide his heart to pay attention to Yaoding, Yuhandwash, Flying Demon and others. Even the sun and the mussel are also the objects of Taoist observation. "It would be best if we could take away the Sun Shield and the Spear of Victory, but if not, we had to destroy them here, and no one else would take them. ”

Woohoo.

The sound of cracking silk suddenly sounded, it was the sleeve of the Missing Moon Daoist, and a section was torn away by the pen Ma Wen.

Obviously, the Daoist didn't expect Bi Ma Wen to touch him, "Damn, damn!" The Daoist was furious, "You actually tore up this women's dress that I cherish, you don't know how expensive it is, even the embroidery on the sleeve can buy hundreds of you." ”

Bang.

The Missing Moon Daoist slapped his palm angrily and threw it at Bi Ma Wen's face, "You still have the face to live, no, there is no more, because I will slap you to death." ”

Call!

A black stone flew up, and there was a king character on the stone face. Suddenly, the word king flew out of the stone surface, swinging tens of thousands of feet high black terrifying waves, which made people feel terrified when they saw it.

With a bang, the palm slapped by the Missing Moon Daoist was blocked by the black king character, and the king character changed from black to red, the blood was monstrous, and the black waves were stacked, as if red and black divided the world into two parts.

At this moment, under the feet of the Missing Moon Daoist, a piece of wood flew out, as fast as lightning, whether it was blood light or black waves, all exploded and turned into nothing. In the midst of the wood, forty thousand branches, like waving arms, suddenly stretched out, and grabbed Bimawen and tore him to pieces, pieces of flesh, and bones.

"This piece of wood has the breath of a bitter wood Taoist on it, it turns out that it is like this, it was you who killed your companion. Bi Ma Wen said, "Does Xiangxiang Zhenren also treat you as a seventh-class miscellaneous servant?" ”

"Hahaha. The Missing Moon Daoist laughed, "That's not the case, you're wrong. I am the most powerful subordinate of the Lord of Miaoxiangguan, and I am also his most loyal doppelganger, and many times, what I say can represent the meaning of Xiangxiang Zhenren. In this way, do you understand, the miscellaneous servants of the Flying Girl clan. ”

Missing the moon is the doppelganger of the Lord of Miaoxiangguan, high and well-born, where can he see an unknown person like Bi Ma Wen.

Whoosh.

On top of the flying wood, branches flew down, branches and leaves scattered, like the palm of a troll, grabbing the void, tearing through the air current, and rushing towards Bimawen. And the prince who had turned from black to red before had been shattered, and even the black stone had been crushed.

"Kumu is simply a waste, the Lord of Miaoxiangguan is so optimistic about him, but what has he done, some of the little things that the real person asked him to do can't be done, can he have higher expectations for him. No, you can't. So I'm going to let him come to his original form, and it's a good thing to go back to his roots. ”

"No, you're wrong. Bi Ma Wen sneered, "You're just putting your thoughts on the Kumu Dao people. Because these branches are proof. ”

Thousands of branches, when they approached Bi Ma Wen, the murderous aura dissipated in an instant, like a gust of evening wind blowing, blowing away the hot air, making Bi Ma Wen also feel comfortable. "It's not just the branches, it's this piece of wood that's resisting you, Fenglinwan, you vain writer, waste pseudo-mother. Bimawen yelled.

Bang!

The wood fell to the ground, smashing into a deep pit. And the branches of the tree were all converged and merged into the wood.

Syllable.

Bi Ma Wen can even slap the wood with his hand, "Feng Lin is late, the body of the bitter wood Dao people will not resist me, aren't you jealous." ”

Jealousy, there is no matter, the Missing Moon Daoist laughed, "Because I don't care about the Kumu Daoist at all, with one less clone, I can get more attention from Xiangxiang Zhenren, which is a good thing." ”

Brush.

The Missing Moon Daoist looked at Bi Ma Wen and the piece of wood in front of him. "You've made me angry again. I can only kill you all, don't worry, there won't be even scum left. ”

Because the people of the Lack of Moon Dao are very confident in themselves, it is the same no matter what time it is.

Whoa!

Suddenly, on top of the wood, thousands of branches flew out and threw them towards the Missing Moon Daoist. "Hate, I hate it so much, lack of moon, lack of moon!" suddenly came the curse of the bitter wood Taoist from the wood.

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