All kinds of thoughts floated through Wang Bingying's mind, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, it turned out that the so-called morality was so vulnerable in the face of life and death. If she cooperated well with the gold knife, would it be a different result at this time? As long as the Painttooth can be destroyed, no one will die in vain. Thinking of her accusations against Mao Jindao, a trace of guilt quietly surfaced in her heart.

For the Painted Skin Ghost, the Golden Knife was the biggest enemy it had ever encountered, and it could even be compared to the old monk who suppressed it back then. However, it also has self-confidence, the formation of the Mao Golden Knife has been cracked, and it must have no power to resist after being counterattacked. So it temporarily threw down the golden knife that had collapsed to the ground, and prepared to enjoy the long-coveted virgin blood food first.

Today is destined to be a hard day for the skin ghost, it grabbed Wang Bingying again and opened its big mouth again, but it turned out to be another "click". With a "click", the Paintskin Ghost bit into the air, and it made a human retching motion, stretched out its bloody paws and touched it in its mouth a few times, and felt out a piece of bitten yellow rune paper.

This situation is so familiar! Wang Bingying was caught by the painting ghost for the first time, and when she was about to die, she was rescued by Mao Jindao with a death talisman, how could the situation at that time be half the same as now? But didn't the Mao Golden Sword have already been counterattacked by the formation and collapsed to the ground? Where does the spiritual power come from to save people? The Painted Skin Ghost shook off the yellow charm in his hand and let out a roar of rage from the sky, and its body changed, like a huge black tornado, straight towards the Golden Sword.

Mao Jindao originally collapsed to the ground, and blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, but when the painter ghost was angry, he immediately got up with a grunt. wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and turned his head and ran. He is agile and fast, how can he look a little weak? The giant tornado mountain turned into a tsunami. Everywhere it passed, it crumbled the light boxes and seats into pieces. The walls of the steel structure were twisted into twists. It carried a deafening whirring sound all the way, like Mount Tai pressing the top, and chased after the golden knife.

Even if the gold knife is fast enough, how can it be fast enough to beat a tornado? The Paint-Skinned Ghost had already chased after him, and the rubble from the tornado crackled down, and the golden knife couldn't stop staggering. Seeing that the tornado was about to roll the Mao Jin Dao into it, at this critical juncture, the Mao Jin Dao stood up and shouted with difficulty: "The blood shines brightly!" ”

The golden knife kept vomiting blood, and the painted skin ghost thought that it was the result of the counterattack of the formation, but now it seems that it is not like that at all. After he roared angrily, the blood on the ground suddenly gathered together to form a blood-colored dragon. The blood-colored dragon soared into the air, rising in the wind. Soon it grew to the point where it was as big as the tornado that the painted skin ghost had turned. The huge blood-colored dragon stopped the black tornado at once, and the two were entangled, one black and one red, and the sky collapsed like the end of the world.

Mao Jin Dao was still coughing up blood in his mouth, he was like a dying man, his face was black, and he looked like an old man with asthma, and it was extremely difficult to breathe. He barely took two deep breaths and slapped his palm on top of his head, his face turning from black to red. He looked at the blood-colored dragon and black tornado fighting fiercely in mid-air, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he shouted fiercely: "Explode for me!" ”

The blood-colored dragon hissed with a long neck. The sound of the dragon's groan was earth-shattering, and its whole body emitted a thousand feet of red light, and it exploded with a "boom"! There seemed to be a moment of tranquility between heaven and earth. As the so-called elephant invisible loud sound, the sound of the explosion was extremely loud. It's so hard to hear it. A moment later, there was a rumbling thunder, and blood rained down all over the sky! The blood-colored dragon blew itself up. It is so powerful that it can almost destroy the world!

The Painted Skin Ghost didn't expect that the Golden Knife would fall into such a situation, and he still had a back hand, let alone that the blood-colored dragon would shamelessly blow himself up! The two were too close to each other, and it was caught off guard at all, and the power of the explosion was borne by it. The blood-colored dragon is a killer weapon that the golden knife burned its own blood to sacrifice, and the price is unimaginable, and the power is naturally worth it. The Painted Skin Ghost was blown up, and the entire black shadow immediately turned into pieces of black mist, and the black fog was then scattered by the blast wave of the explosion.

The blood-colored dragon completely shattered the body of the painted skin ghost, and its yin origin flew all over the sky. The Painted Skin Ghost struggled hard, and the black mist floating around was like spirituality, gradually gathering together. The golden knife exploded the blood-colored dragon, and the face that had been restored to normal turned from red to black again, and finally turned extremely white. He couldn't help coughing up blood in his mouth, the blood flowed all over his chest, and he couldn't stop it at all, but he still forcibly waved his hand, and a spell flew out in response, and after a flash of golden light, Wang Bingying appeared in the field in a daze.

Mao Jindao shouted: "Shahua stone! Fast! ”

Wang Bingying was already completely desperate, and even felt a trace of guilt for the Mao Jin Dao at the moment of death, but at the moment of a moment, a golden light flashed, and her eyes were teleported to the storage room full of rats. Looking at the yellow charm that inexplicably appeared in her hand, her heart was instantly filled with gratitude, and her eyes were full of tears.

Mao Jindao has already saved Wang Bingying once, but she is not only grateful, but also speaks ill of Mao Jindao, thinking of what she said is so ruthless, I'm afraid that no one else will save her a second time, right? But Mao Jindao saved her again, or when she was almost killed by the Painted Skin Ghost at the end of the mountain.

Wang Bingying's impression of Mao Jindao changed instantly, and Mao Jindao was no longer a cold-blooded and ruthless person in her eyes, but a true man who endured humiliation and burden. Sometimes people are so strange, they can hate someone for no reason, or they can like someone for no reason, liking and hating are difficult to change, but maybe a casual thing can completely change a person's impression.

At the moment when the blood-colored dragon exploded, Wang Bingying was shocked and almost fainted, but when she saw that the painted skin ghost was blown into countless pieces of black mist, she suddenly realized that this was another opportunity for the golden knife to create a zào! She was just about to pick up the sand stone and rush out of the storage room, but the golden light of the charm in her hand flashed, and she was already beside the golden sword.

Quickly crossing the space, Wang Bingying felt a burst of discomfort, dizzy and almost wanted to vomit, but when she heard Mao Jindao's words, she endured all the uncomfortable feelings, and used all the strength of her body to throw the Shahua stone into the air! Wang Bingying had never used so much strength in her life, and the fear brought by the skin ghost and the guilt of the Mao Jin Dao made her burst out of her body's full potential.

The shahua stone flew straight upwards more than twenty meters high, and then fell to the ground in an arc, but when it encountered a black fog, this small stone suddenly emitted a dazzling red light! The originally small cyan stone suddenly swelled to the size of a grinding disc, and its whole body was blood-red! This is the true face of the Sawa Stone, the blood-red and dark stone is full of grandeur. Faced with the shattered origin of the painted skin ghost, the sand stone is like a gourmand encountering food, and it floats in the air like a shark that smells of blood swimming in the sea.

The Yin Origin of the Painted Skin Ghost was trying to gather together, and it seemed that it wanted to reform, but when he saw the red light of the Shahua Stone, the Yin Evil Origin was like a sparrow that had met a big cat, and it scattered in all directions, wanting to escape. The red light emitted by the swashiker was like a streamer, waving back and forth in the air, and all the black mist in the place was swept away by the streamer, and there was not a drop left. Every time it absorbs a little black mist, the red light emitted by the sand stone becomes more intense, and the faster the remaining black mist is swallowed.

It won't be long before the Painted Skin Ghost has accumulated thousands of years of Yin Evil Origin will be cheaper, and its thousands of years of hard work will also turn into quicksand and water. The black fog scattered in the sky all sped up the degree of escape, but the red light emitted by the sand stone almost enveloped the entire sky, and the black fog could not escape at all. Mao Jindao has been planning for a long time, and finally released the essence and blood dragon at the expense of great damage, such a big price in exchange for the current layout, how can the painted skin ghost say to escape and escape? (To be continued!)

ps: Some classmates said that Wang Bingying's appearance was inexplicable, and some people said that she was very annoying. Well, you are all gods, and in order not to offend you parents, I have to explain two sentences. The role of Wang Bingying is very important, it is not that the protagonist has played enough with his soul and wants to play with his feelings, her appearance is an opportunity for the saint to be calculated.

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