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Atia looked at the familiar figure, completely stunned, and let out an exclamation in her heart: "Big, big, big brother, why are you here?"

Ah Miao rubbed her eyes and said stupidly, "Instructor, are you an instructor?"

Musher gritted his teeth, his face contorted, and a few words popped out from between his teeth: "Mo, Li, Sha, Jia, Yah!"

Morisharjaya, disguised as Shi Yu, smiled faintly: "Yes, it's me."

Tsk, the chrysalis of the dignified Gray Tower, Lord Sislair, you don't even know your old friends, do you?

Now, do you still consider yourself a hunter?"

Seeing this legendary figure standing in front of him, Ling Yuemoxi's brain was a mess, and she cried, "What about Shi Yu, what did you do with him?"

Morisharjaya laughed at herself: "Beauty, from beginning to end, there is no rain at all. He has a noble status, how can he risk his life?

I guess he should be in another trial venue, it's really strange and pitiful, and I don't know if he can succeed this time. Master Datta is known for teasing you rookies!"

Ling Yuemoxibustion held her head in her hands, kept shaking her head and crying: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it······

You're all lying to me, none of the good stuff!"

Morisharjaya showed a hint of unbearability: "Hey, I said beauty, don't kill them all with a stick, I'm a good person." ······ at the beginning"

Before Morisharjah could finish speaking, he was rudely interrupted by Mushel: "Damn, you shadows are so bold, you actually use the royal family as bait?

But, Lord Morri, I'm not what I used to be.

For thousands of years, I have found more than 10 million works of art? The strength is much stronger than before?

Secret method: Lost butterflies return to the secluded!"

The countless butterflies that had previously released and absorbed the energy of the Zhangping Wind Suppression Forbidden Technique suddenly poured out from all corners and converged into Mushel's body.

After all the butterflies entered her body, her aura instantly became several times stronger, and the pair of colorful butterfly wings became even more dazzling, and even the broken arms grew back.

Morisharjaya sighed, sat down on the ground with a big grin, and slowly spread one palm, and a wisp of sand flowed from between his fingers.

Then, he said in a tone of hatred that iron is not made of steel: "You stinky maggot, why don't you listen?

How many times have I told you, you are no match for me. When you meet me, don't toss, there is only one way to die!

Sand Time Field!"

Atia, Amiao, Ling Yuemo, and poor Worthby saw the yellow sand wind in a trance, and hundreds of vague shadows appeared in the picture, and they could only vaguely see those shadows doing all kinds of strange movements. From a global point of view, there is still a certain coherence in all the movements, as if fast-forwarding or rewinding images.

Suddenly, there was a shock in space, and all images disappeared.

Mushel's eyes widened, and he hovered in place, as if he hadn't moved.

But the wings behind her back were no longer as beautiful as before, and they became dilapidated, and almost half of one wing was missing, and the rest was covered with holes of different sizes.

With a pop, Mushel's mouth, nose, eyes, and ears spurted blood at the same time, and her body was like a sprinkler, spurting countless small columns of blood, making her seem to be surrounded by a red mist.

With a pop, Muscher fell to the ground, his limbs twisted and deformed, and he couldn't stop spasming.

After a while, she coughed up a mouthful of blood violently, struggled to raise her head, showed a resentful gaze, and said with a cruel smile: "Enlightened, worthy of being a shadow dancer, it is still unshakable!"

The fine sand flowed back, and Morisharjaya shook his palm and grinned, ", you won't die like this?"

Big head, kill him for me!"

A low roar resounded through the dome, and the wind swept through the sand, and a huge tornado spawned out of thin air. But in the blink of an eye, the wind and sand dissipated, revealing a monstrous beast.

The beast's whole body was earthy yellow, and its body was covered with cracks, and it was a hundred meters long from head to tail. The stout tail was full of inverted bone spurs, flailing in mid-air.

With a long fusiform body, thick limbs, a pair of huge peculiar sand wings made of constantly dancing wind and sand, plus a huge head at the front end, and a full circle of hideous sharp horns around the neck, no matter how you look at it, this giant beast should be a dragon.

The arrogant and powerful Dune Lord, the dragon of sand and stone, Bogner lowered his head, his orange eyes the size of wheels stared at Morisharjaya, and said in a low voice: "Stinky boy, if you dare to call me a big head, I will never play with you again." ”

Morisharjaya hurriedly laughed and said, "Okay, okay, I know."

Master Bogner, I'm sorry for you to raise your claws and trample that maggot to death. ”

Mushel, who was hurrying to treat his injuries and accumulate energy, saw that Morisharjaya had summoned the Dune Lord Bogner, and his heart was cold for most of the time, and he had no hope for life.

As far as she knew, tens of thousands of years ago, when Bogner and Morisharjaya first met, they were already at the peak of the second order, and if it weren't for the face of the lord, I am afraid that they would have stepped into the third order long ago. And now, who knows what kind of realm Bogner really is?

Musher knew that he would definitely die this time, and there was no way back, so he had no choice but to use that trick.

Dune Lord Bogner opened his huge mouth, a little yellow light flashing from his mouth, and in an instant, a yellow light the size of a bucket shot at Mushel.

After the light sounded, only a thin layer of fine sand remained where Mushel had been lying on his stomach, which was disappearing with the wind.

Morisharjaya suddenly stood up and laughed loudly: "Haha, Sislair, the old routine is almost enough, don't go on endlessly."

To tell you a secret, since you escaped from my hands last time, I have not been idle for thousands of years.

Da Da

Forbidden Technique: The Bottle of the Sands!"

As soon as Morisharjaya's voice fell, his eyes suddenly widened, and he stared at Ah Miao.

Atia and Ling Yuemoxibustion, under the inspiration of Morisharya, also involuntarily turned their heads to look at Ah Miao.

And the person concerned, Ah Miao, felt even more inexplicable, and didn't understand why everyone's eyes were all on him.

She was about to check what was wrong with herself, but she was shocked, as if she was frozen in place by some force, unable to move.

Suddenly, not far from the back of Ah Miao's head, a purple light lit up.

Atila Ling Yue and the two of them took a closer look, and the purple light came from a purple vial the size of a thumb, and the vial also contained a small semi-black fine sand.

The bottle tilted slowly, and the seal of the bottle mouth opened, aiming at the back of Ah Miao's neck.

A man's exclamation rang out, "Damn! This can't be! How did you find me?"

The voice actually came from somewhere on the back of Ah Miao's neck.

Without saying a word, Ling Yue stepped forward to pick up the hair on the back of Ah Miao's head, and saw that on the left side of her neck, there was a blue butterfly tattoo, only the size of a fingernail.

Atia and Ling Yuemoxibustion gasped, the two of them were now allergic to butterflies, and when they saw the butterfly tattoo on the back of Ah Miao's neck, they directly thought of Mushel.

This is definitely a good thing that the demon butterfly did!

The purple brilliance suddenly skyrocketed, and the butterfly tattoo seemed to come to life, slowly wriggling. Not long after, the butterfly tattoo was actually pulled out of the skin of Ah Miao's neck by some kind of suction.

At this point, the two onlookers were eye-opening.

A man the size of a fingernail, with a dark blue body, desperately flapping his two butterfly wings, using his hands and feet together, struggling, crying, trying to get rid of the restraints, but he couldn't suppress the regressing little body, flying towards the purple vial little by little.

Finally, in a terrible scream, the little blue man was sucked into the bottle. The mouth of the bottle flashed, and the seal with the intricate pattern reappeared, and then disappeared in an instant.

In the distance, Morisharjaya sat down on the ground again, wiped the cold sweat on his head, held a purple vial in his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, and with the other hand curled his fingers, he flicked the vial vigorously and laughed: "Are you running again? I'll take a look at it? Hmph, I just got a handy guy not long ago, and I just used you as a machine spirit."

Lord Sislaire, I've been playing cat and mouse games for thousands of years, so I should be tired of playing them, right?

Why don't we change our tastes? I'm very good to get along with!"