Whether this illusion was another dimension or just his own illusion, he didn't figure out. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info If it's another space, then the cost of entering and exiting the space is too low, right? If it's an illusion, if you cast a wide range of spells, the effect should also be in the real space, indiscriminate attacks, and you might be able to lie down with your own people!

While he was still thinking, there was a wave of mana fluctuations in the sky, and the flying sword summoned by Duanmu Qing earlier gradually condensed and formed in mid-air.

"Buzz"!

The flying sword hissed, and suddenly a long whistle was aimed at him at the straight end.

"Whew!"

Zhuo Qi's breath sank, and the exercises worked in an instant, locking the soul like flowing clouds, and there was no gap in this white expanse.

"Definitely!"

He let out a loud shout, and his whole body shook, and devouring followed.

"Bang"!

The mana was agitated, Zhuo Guisheng held back a mouthful of blood, and the long sword trembled, as if he couldn't stabilize his transformation. He stroked his chest and rubbed it, as he could adjust to the discomfort of his breathlessness, and instead of anger, he stared at the long sword that was slowly condensing mana and pondered.

Who does this Duanmu Qing think of him? Zhuo Hui is sure that today is the first time he has seen Duanmuqing, and even the surname "Duanmu" has never been seen elsewhere. But Duanmu Qing clearly said that Zhuo Hui "tracked it here", what does this mean? Someone got into a fight with this owner in his name?

He quickly went through all the fights he had fought from kindergarten to now in his mind, and still didn't find one that could match Duanmuqing!

After thinking about it, the sky turned red, and the void above his head gradually condensed ten small swords, the size of an arm.

This time, there is no kind of slow swallowing like a long sword!

"Buzz", there was a hiss, the group of swords was only for a moment, the red and white light flashed, and it was slashed at Zhuo Gui's head!

Previously, Duanmu Qing shouted "Array", thinking that this illusion was not his power alone. Zhuo Ji weighed his own mana, put his mind at ease, refined Liu Dong's blood, and devoured hundreds of powerful ghosts, his mana was full of drumming, and he was no longer the original appearance of feeling his body being drained after using one or two spells.

Immediately, the exercises were fierce, and with a shout, the spiritual power closely chased after the group of swords.

Engulf!

When the little sword flashed and the head was chopped off, Zhuo Hui had one hand, and the spell was like the Yellow River bursting the embankment, and the madness broke out!

The light spots shattered, and the small swords fell to the ground like glass, and they collapsed one after another. But Zhuo Gui frowned deeply and was furious! In the formation, the power of these small swords has all been strengthened!

When his mana poured out, there were still three swords that broke through and devoured, and went straight through his body!

It was a fiery agony!

"Poof"!

Zhuo Gui's feet were weak, he knelt down unconsciously, and a mouthful of essence blood was sprayed on his head, splashing his whole face!

"Look for death!"

Zhuo Hui was furious, and the anger that was dissolved by the motorcycle girl instantly filled his whole body again!

Mana gathered, "Split!" "Zhuo Ji drank wildly, the frightened thunder was as hideous as a dragon, and he was just slashing the long sword that condensed mana!

The thunder burst, and with a "boom", a terrifying wave of air exploded in mid-air, and this illusion was split and scattered by Zhuo Hui!

"Huh!"

"Ahh

"Not good!"

More than a dozen people spilled blood and fell to the ground in shock, except for the motorcycle girl who did not participate in the formation, no one in the workshop was intact. Unconscious, snorting in pain, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm Even the white-bearded old man was covered in blood and fell to the ground without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Ahh Grandfather! Father! I'm fighting with you! The girl jumped a few times, raised her eyebrows, took out a round bead from her arms, recited the mantra, and made a gesture to hit Zhuo Gui.

Can......

Zhuo Gui looked stupid!

I saw that the light of the beads skyrocketed, and it dimmed in an instant, and the girl had not finished reciting the mantra, her body trembled a few times, and her face was extremely white, as if she had drained her essence and blood, and her head fell!

The bead fell to the ground and rolled to Zhuo Gui's feet.

Belch...... They...... The regiment is extinguished?

Zhuo Ji looked around and found that everyone was unconscious, and the soul was locked, fortunately, no one was really killed, otherwise this revenge would not be clean for several lifetimes.

Look at the body, there are no scars from the small sword, but the burning feeling is still there, and it won't get better for a while.

"Why is it only this little girl? What about the maid mother-in-law? The family! Zhuo Ji muttered to himself, he didn't know what to do, this scene was out of control. No...... It's not out of control, it's just on the verge of losing control.

"Hey, anyone?"

Zhuo Ji yelled towards the inner hall where he couldn't distinguish between the soul detectives, and shouted for a long time, but no one responded. What now? Slip or not?

For a while, he wanted to just throw his hands and leave, but he really couldn't give up. The people of the Duanmu family have no grievances with him, so they will throw their hands and leave, and it is very likely that a few will really die, is this kind of thing done?

originally wanted to inquire about the whereabouts of the bloody hand, but was forced to be angry by the Duanmu family's cold pretenses, so he started to kill the little white face. But it won't really kill him, it's ...... Dress up with them!

Zhuo Ji sighed, and took a deep breath, this time, the chest was torn and painful, and his injury was not light! Coughing twice, he popped out a bloody tongue and shook his head oddly.

Walking in front of the girl, Zhuo Ji was frightened, this girl ...... How to put it, the degree that is visible to the naked eye...... Wilt! Even wrinkles on the face!

No, we must not let one of the Duanmu family die!

He secretly warned himself that it was better to settle the grievances than to tie the knot, and leaned over to cross the mana.

Mana can cure diseases, but Zhuo Qi will not use it, it will only remove tumors and the like, or wrap other people's meridians to soothe and regulate. It's really clueless to treat the injury of mana backlash like this, if it's your own injury, it's okay to say, the mana runs and repairs itself.

But fortunately, after the mana was gone, the girl's skin bloomed like a flower again, and gradually became ruddy and bright again, but the person never woke up.

Zhuo Ji paced back and forth, impatient, looked up at the hazy place, didn't dare to go in, and in a blink of an eye saw the girl's beads, walked up and picked them up.

Hands on the gelatin, as clear as crystal, but he was very careful not to probe the mana, the girl's way made him very wary.

Put it in your pocket.

His eyes fell on the stools where the dustpans were placed, and with a plan, he lifted the dustpans filled with incense and candles on the ground, and carried dozens of stools back and forth to the warehouse side by side.

He cursed and dragged more than a dozen people on the ground into the warehouse one by one and put them on a stool. When he was done, he felt tired and sweaty, and spat a little on everyone, which was considered to vent his dissatisfaction.

Then, save people! and one by one they crossed the mana, but they did not find the people who were destined to die and could not be saved.

After shaking around, he lifted a stool again, across the door, facing these "lying corpses", closing his eyes and exercising, adjusting his mana loss.

It took a long time to wake up the first one.

"Poof"! The white-bearded old man spat out a mouthful of blood, and sat up with a painful face, "Ah! You ......" The old man's eyes were shocked, his heart sank, and he was about to do it, but he was so painful that he couldn't condense his mana, let alone speak.

Zhuo Ji opened his eyes, "Stop, stop!" One is not in a hurry! Tell me, old man, what are you doing like this! That's your son? Do you want to do it if you haven't seen it before? Are you all so rude? ”

The old man moved down the ground with one hand on the stool, shook it twice, stood firmly, glared at Zhuo Hui angrily, and hurriedly went to check on his baby granddaughter, and then on his son, and saw that the two of them were really not dead, and he breathed a sigh of relief, but his face was ugly and terrible!

He wanted to rescue, but there were still outsiders, this person was strong, and he couldn't deal with it, so he was nervous, but he couldn't wait so stupidly, he turned his head and glared at Zhuo Gui and said, "Who are you, what do you want?" ”

Zhuo Ji shrugged his shoulders and said innocently: "I just wanted to ask for information about the bloody hand before, and by the way, I asked for some tea. Now...... But ask your son why he stabbed me with such a long sword! ”