"I never believed in the promises of immortal cultivators!"

The tattooed man suddenly shouted coldly: "Erlang points to the general, Que Yin!"

With the tattooed man's cold drink, the ground of the entire asphalt road suddenly shook, cracked, shattered, and one by one the gods and gods would pour out of the cracked ground like a tide. The tattooed man used hundreds of divine soldiers at once, just to fight quickly before the police arrived.

These divine soldiers and gods will be extremely fierce, Uncle Lin and the other Heixi decoration immortals saw this scene, and their faces immediately began to turn white, and Uncle Lin said in a low voice: "You must not be good today, you two escort the young lady and go first!"

After speaking, Uncle Lin started to drink, and the clothes on his body swelled violently like a ball, and then exploded, and the cloth flew like a butterfly, at this time, the naked Uncle Lin's body muscles and flesh swelled, and the whole person instantly swelled three times, and a pair of eyes flashed with golden light, turning into a hideous and vicious terrifying giant.

The other six men in black suits burst their coats like Uncle Lin, and their bodies swelled.

The two sides came into contact in an instant, and the roar continued for a while, as if the roar of the exchange was incessantly today, and the roar exploded, like a thunderbolt falling from the sky.

In broad daylight, the traffic on the road was immediately affected, many cars stopped far away, the drivers looked at the appearance with shocked faces, and many people who were afraid wanted to retreat, but were firmly blocked by the cars behind, and more took out their mobile phones to record everything.

They didn't know that there were cameras watching this side in the distance, they were recording, and the cameras were also recording them.

The information entered the command room of the sixth division of the business for the first time, and then took out the mobile phone video of those drivers who found that their mobile phone signal suddenly disappeared, and what they did not know was that no matter what they sent within ten minutes, all the information they sent was monitored at this time, and those that had not yet been delivered were all intercepted, and those that had been accepted by the other party even began to monitor the other party's mobile phone.

Such a quick response mechanism can only be achieved by the aftermath teams scattered in every corner of the country. It's a group, but if you really think that this group is made up of ten or eight people, it would be a big mistake, and some of the members of the aftercare team don't know that they belong to the aftercare team.

As if gold and iron were fighting, the boulders were crushed, and they were outnumbered, the black-clothed immortal cultivators were killed into slag one after another, chopped into meat and puree, and the two immortal cultivators who originally protected Nalan Jinfeng died earlier than anyone else, and Uncle Lin had to drag Nalan Jinfeng all the way and rush outward.

However, after all, they have few people, and their cultivation is only a bridge realm, although they have a secret method to strengthen their bodies, but they can't penetrate the bronze wall of the god general.

Uncle Lin saw that they all had to die here today, his eyes were scarlet as blood, and he shouted: "Miss, lose the body of the ghost horse, you can't escape with her!"

Nalan Jinfeng has been pulling the hollow-eyed ghost horse shell, the ghost horse has a body of cultivation and a strong body, but because he has no soul, he has always been in a state of understanding, even in the face of the knife and axe, at most he will make some nerve reflex-like resistance actions, he can't even protect himself, let alone take the initiative to attack others, with such a stupid big man, it is simply equivalent to carrying a heavy package.

Nalan Jinfeng didn't say a word, but her firm face clearly told Uncle Lin that for ghost horses, even if it was just a shell, she would never give up!

Uncle Lin sighed slightly, stretched out his hand and scratched his chest, cut the flesh of his chest, and pinched out a red pill from it.

Nalan Jinfeng's eyes froze slightly when he saw this red pill, and his lips moved, but when he saw the situation around him, he didn't say a word after all.

"Miss, I am a beggar on the street, I began to follow the master at the age of ten, and now it is almost forty years, the master has done a lot of things for me, it is difficult to say clearly, and now I finally found a chance to repay the master, Lao Lin, I wanted to take care of Miss all the way, and then contribute to the master for decades, now it seems that it is unlikely, what I can't do, let my son complete it, if the son can't do it, there are grandsons, my Lin family is willing to serve the master and Miss for generations!"

Uncle Lin said as he threw the blood-stained golden pill into his mouth, and gritted it with a bang.

The qi on Uncle Lin's body exploded, and the blood vessels and tendons on his body suddenly burst out, and the skin of the whole person instantly turned black and red, with starlight cruising on it, Uncle Lin at this time looked like a small universe, deep and terrifying.

When the tattooed man saw this scene, a pair of dead man's eyes couldn't help but condense slightly, and he said coldly: "Are you crazy?

Under the shout of the tattooed man, the surrounding divine soldiers and gods suddenly attacked Uncle Lin, and they wanted to do everything they could to kill Uncle Lin in the shortest possible time.

At this time, Uncle Lin's body was like a gold and iron cast, and the divine soldier smashed the weapon claw in his hand on it, leaving only a white mark.

Uncle Lin held Nalan Jinfeng and the hollow-eyed ghost horse galloping all the way, and killed out of hundreds of divine soldiers and gods in a rampage.

However, the moment Uncle Lin rushed out, his body also began to crumble slightly, that is, the entire body shattered as if it was made of sand between breaths.

Uncle Lin threw it violently when he was dying, Nalan Jinfeng and the ghost horse flew up like a cloud, and were directly thrown out of the road dozens of meters away, and fell heavily on the asphalt road, the ghost horse itself was strong, naturally there was no problem, but seeing that one of Nalan Jinfeng's arms was broken and twisted and deformed, and his head was even more bloody, but Nalan Jinfeng didn't snort, got up and pulled the ghost horse, plunged into the traffic blocking the road, bumped into the crowd of onlookers, and ran away.

The tattooed man snorted coldly, and Fu Ya's legs immediately chased towards Nalan Jinfeng, since it has already begun, the hatred has been knotted, so this hatred must be ended on the spot.

There is a saying in the world of cultivating immortals, today's grievances are today!

As the cultivation of immortals deepens, the longevity will become longer and longer, and there is a saying in the world of cultivating immortals, that is, there is nothing impossible in this world!

Talent can't determine the level of your cultivation, a fool cultivating immortals may not be able to achieve the avenue, and a smart person cultivating immortals may not be able to go all the way.

No immortal cultivator dared to pat his chest and say that he would definitely go all the way to the top, never stopping, without the slightest bottleneck.

Once your cultivation stagnates, and your enemies are still improving, then it won't be long before you die.

There is a saying among mortals that it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years.

Immortal cultivators make revenge every second, but if you seek revenge, it's never too late for a hundred years!

So the tattooed man must kill Nalan Jinfeng today!

The tattooed man had just taken three steps and was about to completely burst the strength of Fu Ya's legs, when there was a sudden fluctuation on the ground beneath him.

The tattooed man frowned, and couldn't help but pause slightly, and saw that the voldemort dragon cub didn't know when he would kill it back, and he opened his mouth widely, almost swallowing the tattooed man, and snapped the upper and lower jaws, and the voldemort dragon cub fell his tail and stopped in front of the tattooed man.

After all, the filth has a spirit body, and having a spirit body is equivalent to having substance, and escaping in the soil requires breaking through the sand and stones, which is a line slower than the Voldemort dragon who has not yet condensed the spirit body.

What's more, Voldemort Dragon itself belongs to a branch of the dragon family, and the dragon clan is inextricably linked with the dragon veins in the leyline, and it is even said that the dragon clan is a population bred from the dragon veins, especially the Voldemort dragon is very close to the dragon veins of the earth.

At this time, the Voldemort dragon cub grinned with his teeth, his appearance was extremely vicious, and he let out a low muffled roar, completely looking like he would rather die than stop the tattooed man.

The tattooed man sneered and said, "You are loyal." However, the tattooed man is still a little more vigilant in his heart, because the dragon bloodline is a little talented, although the cultivation of Voldelong is still shallow, but there are no wonders in the world of cultivating immortals, and he has seen more, and it has become the fundamental reason for the tattooed man to be a little more cautious when encountering the enemy.

The hundreds of divine soldiers and gods had already chopped a few immortal cultivators in black suits into pulp, and at this time, they all rushed up to kill the volcanic dragon cubs.

The Voldemort dragon cub let out a cry of sorrow, and Nalan Jinfeng, who was pulling the ghost horse all the way in the distance, had a sad look in his phoenix eyes, and he didn't pause after all, and he didn't even turn his head back.

Voldemort dragon cub was raised by her own hands, or rather, it was raised with her, from the time she was born, Uncle Lin took the cub born by Voldemort Dragon in the bright yellow pocket to accompany her, if you say that Nalan Jinfeng, the closest existence in the world, is definitely not her old immortal father, nor is it a dispensable brother, let alone a ghost horse who ignores her, but this Voldemort Dragon, because the two of them grew up rolling in a bed since childhood, it can be said that the time together every day is infinitely close to twenty-four hours, Nalan Jinfeng's joy and tears, all have this Voldemort Dragon watching and accompaniing。

Two crystal teardrops slipped from Nalan Jinfeng's cheeks and flew backwards.

Immediately, Nalan Jinfeng whistled violently.

When Voldemort heard the whistle, a smile appeared on the face of the cold-blooded animal.

Then the Voldemort dragon cub roared again, and this time there was no sadness in the Voldemort dragon cub's roar, but it was full of unyielding fighting spirit!

Voldemort sank violently, sinking under the asphalt again, and naturally Voldemort would not let go of Voldemort, chasing Voldemort's body to break through the ground and sink into the ground.

As for the other gods, after possessing the spirit body, they no longer have the ability to shuttle through the soil so flexibly.

It was because they gave up Voldemort Dragon and chased after Nalan Jinfeng.

This time Voldemort didn't hide underground for long, after all, he wouldn't be asked to lurk for too long, and the most important thing was that Nalan Jinfeng couldn't escape far under the pursuit of those divine soldiers and generals.

Voldemort's target is the tattooed man, as long as the tattooed man is killed, then those divine soldiers and gods chasing Nalan Jinfeng will be useless!

The ground under the feet of the tattooed man suddenly cracked, and the huge dragon's mouth suddenly opened, Voldemort was desperate, and at this time, Voldemort's body was full of golden light, which was a fierce color that condensed all the power in his mind in this blow.