The wind is raging at will, and the sea of blood covers the wasteland.

This is what everyone sees, thinks, and is frightened, this powerful thrilling force, it seems that the breathing of the heart has stopped in an instant, and the oppression can be fatal and almost make people breathless.

"This is the battle of the Knowing Destiny Realm, very powerful!" Su Zhi was very excited, the battle intent in his heart was boiling, but he also had self-knowledge, so he could only sigh.

Of course, for him, give him enough time to have the confidence to step into the realm of knowing his fate! This confidence comes from his own heart, he already thinks that he was born destined to step into the realm of knowing his fate!

"Amitabha. Zhuma kept holding back this mantra around his head, because he really didn't know what he should do in this matter.

"Brother Su Qi?" Xiao Man shouted with a heavy face, as if he was thinking about something, how could he lose his mind when time was precious?

"I know, nephew, you are carrying the demon princess on your back, Xiaoman, Chan Yi will trouble you to take care of it. ”

"Senior brother, take them away and go to find Brother Kong Mo. ”

Su Qi only said two short sentences, although it was short, it also said one thing, he Su Qi did not leave at this time.

"Little junior brother, don't be foolish, the second senior brother just wants us to retreat quickly, if we are safe, he can retreat safely!"

The words "Uncle Monk" had to be said for a long time, because he didn't know what he should call it.

No, no, no, this monk is not necessarily stronger than himself, so why should he call him Uncle directly? But if he doesn't call him, he is disobedient to "respect the teacher?" Thinking about it, he added the word monk in front of his uncle, which is more interesting, more playful, and more comfortable to call himself, so it is very good.

"Listen to him, let's get out of here. ”

For Su Qi, a young man in the flesh refining realm who was about the same age as himself, called him uncle, a dream, so he had to be called him directly.

However, Su Zhe also admired Su Qi, so this time he did not argue with Su Qi about the word nephew, let him take advantage of it, after all, this kind of work is very difficult after the break, Su Zhe thought so.

"Impossible!"

"Oh, what can't be?"

It can't be said by the bamboo horse seriously, what can't be from afar, the voice is very low, I feel very tired, just like the demon black mountain, the porter on the eighteen bends of the mountain road walked halfway up the mountain, stopped to rest, and asked tiredly.

The sound was like sand stuck in the throat, and as the sound moved, the sand rolled and made a hoarse sound.

This unique voice Bamboo Ma recognizes, and it can be said that he can't wait to slap the owner of the voice to the ground with a Buddha's palm, but he can't do it, because the owner of the voice is stronger than him.

The voice was like the hoarseness of a porter, and the owner of the voice was also a porter, and the knee-high grass in the distance was dyed a little dark red by the blood-red sea of the sky, and the somewhat rickety body came from afar.

It seemed to be walking slowly, but by the time his voice was over, his people were already ten meters away.

The porter with his waist bent on his waist bent his shoulders, and there were two large vats hanging below, obviously the two vats were very heavy, otherwise it would be impossible to press the black iron flat pole so bent.

"It's impossible for me Zhuma to leave my junior brother!"

Zhu Ma stared at the porter, angry King Kong, his hands were folded, his whole body was condensed, he couldn't think of anything but desperately to face the porter in front of him, because he was very strong, he was the fifth demon general of the demon race, the peak of the Yangshi realm, and he was about to step into the powerhouse of the realm of breaking the void!

What about him? Only then did he step into the yin void, only to condense the death realm in his body, the yin and yang were not balanced, and he had not yet grasped his life and death, how could he fight?

"You won't leave it behind. The porter admired Zhuma's courage very much, so when he spoke, he made himself look cruel slightly, as if he didn't want to frighten these little flowers anymore, and his voice was very calm, "You will all die, I will dig a grave for you, bury you, and I will not let you be a violent corpse in the wilderness." ”

"Oh, this isn't like the Fifth Demon General's porter. Su Qi took a few steps forward and stood in front of everyone, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was looking at an old acquaintance, but the smile was a little cold, even with a hint of sarcasm, which was intriguing.

"Are you?" a young man in the realm of refining meat? The porter didn't believe it, because a young man in the realm of refining meat had the courage to stand in front of him?

"The Fifth Demon General is amazing?"

The porter's brow furrowed, this feeling of being seen through was very bad, as if he had been stripped of a coat, but he was only wearing a gray and black vest, what was left of it?

If you are not happy, you will naturally make an angry threat: "I will cook you and eat you." ”

"You dare!" was shouted by Takema angrily.

However, after he finished shouting, he was cold for a moment, because he saw Su Qi's cold eyes when he turned his head.

What kind of eyes were they? The cold gaze was like light from the depths of the Nine Nether Seas, as fierce as the terrifying demon gods killed by ancient times!

Those eyes were a little frightened even when he saw the arrogant Suzu, and he subconsciously lowered his head, and he was very angry when he found his timidity, and when he looked up again, those eyes were so calm and translucent, like a mirror reflecting the starry sky, countless stars were turning, and the eyes were very black, black like the night of departure.

Su Qi smiled very gently, with an unquestionable tone: "Go find Brother Kong Mo, don't worry, I am here." ”

"Be careful. ”

Zhuma didn't say anything more, because there was trust in those eyes, and that gentle smile gave him a lot of responsibility.

He believed in his junior brother, so he decided to do his own good job of the responsibilities entrusted to him by his junior brother, turned around, picked up his senior brother and ran into the distance.

"Little junior brother Zhuma believes in you!" Looking at Zhuma in the distance, his eyes became clearer and more determined, and the invisible depths of his eyes became more and more angry.

Clear because he understands what he should do, firm is that he understands that he must do this, anger is because of anger, there is nothing else, if you have to use something to describe it, it can only be said that this Buddha is not gentle now, and has the heart to kill

Zhuma and the others left, walking very fast, but because the wasteland is very flat, they can still see the figure, if you want to make the figure disappear completely, it should still take a little time.

As long as he can still see the figure, the porter is naturally not in a hurry, so he is willing to leave some time for the young man in front of him, he thinks he is very interesting, he should be delicious to eat, at least better than the monk with a pure heart and few desires, and it is estimated that only the little girl with two ponytails can fight with him.

The porter was very excited, such a delicacy was rare, and he had quit eating human flesh for a long time, but the young man in front of him made his heart begin to stir, that courage, that trust, that kind of desire to eat his desire!