"Boom"

The fire all over his body was fierce and fierce, and under the deliberate traction of Brother Qilin, the fierce aura in his body surged out without reservation. At the same time, the strength of Zen Qian's body standing beside him also emitted a layer of invisible waves. Although this aura is not as domineering and fierce as the former, it is not weaker at all between the blending and contact of each other's breaths, and even the law aura that faintly ripples out on it, squeezing the wind on Brother Qilin's body is slightly to one side.

Feeling the strength of the aura that erupted from Zen Qian's body, Brother Qilin's eyes also flashed a slightly strange look, and he immediately suppressed the curiosity in the depths of his heart, and wholeheartedly controlled the overlap of each other's breaths, melting into a layer of illusory ripples and pressing towards the Necronomicon King.

"Quack, Bayan Qilin Beast, weren't you very arrogant just now? Why do you look like a shrunken turtle with the old man next to you now? Haven't you always wanted to kill me all these years? The opportunity is right in front of you, you're welcome, come and kill it!"

Feeling that at this time, the body was filled with irrepressible ferocity, and the pleasure of that kind of strength skyrocketing in an instant made the Necromantic King extremely excited. Previously, it had to summon countless necromantic fusions in order to confront Brother Qilin slightly, and in the end, it always exhausted the opponent's strength under passive beating. But now, even if the opponent has the help of an extremely tough opponent, it no longer has the slightest fear.

Of course, what made the Necronomicon King happiest was that when he looked at it from a distance, he saw an extremely dull but helpless expression on the face of the opponent who had fought with him for thousands of years. In any case, looking at the opponent who had always been high above for the first time showed such a deflated look, it made its mood more cheerful than ever.

Now. Seeing that Brother Qilin and the master next to him stopped. Even after tossing and turning. It seemed to be fused with breath, wanting to deter himself, the Necromantic King Daxiao, his hands quickly waved in front of him, and a faint blood-colored haze rose on itself, rushing towards the aura in the air.

"Collapse"

Fierce invisible confrontations unfolded in the void, although the two sides had not really fought each other, but as time passed. The wave of aura erupted from the Necromantic King was obviously gaining more and more of the upper hand in the confrontation, and the faint blood-colored haze filled the air, already approaching the distance of less than five zhang from the close range of Zen Qian.

"Crazy! Weren't you crazy before? Now in front of Lao Tzu, you're crazy again!"

Hearing another shout full of provocation and smug from the opposite side, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a sneer on Brother Qilin's face, Chan Qian slightly restrained some of the breath on his body, and lowered his voice and said: "His aura is obviously still slowly rising after the critical point, as long as he adds a fire, when he finds that his body can't bear the load of those dark evil blood bundles." In order to survive, he will definitely forcibly choose to disconnect from the dark evil energy group. At that time, under the strength of the counterattack, even if you don't die, you will definitely be hit hard, and at that time, you can seize the opportunity and kill it with one blow!"

Hearing this, Brother Qilin nodded secretly, and the anger that was constantly rising in his heart slowly suppressed, controlling the aura on his body to weaken synchronously with Zen Qian, so that the Necromantic King always maintained the advantage of invisible confrontation in the air. Then he grinned, but his tone was full of strange calm, and he shouted: "Miscellaneous, don't think that you are an evil dog, with the help of the dark evil power condensed by the great array, you will be in front of Lao Tzu." In short, remember one sentence, whether you are alive or dead, or your strength is equal to mine, in the eyes of Lao Tzu, you are still an out-and-out sadistic pervert!

"Psychopath?"

Brother Qilin's words came out, and the Necromantic King's tone was obviously much sharper: "No matter how you compare, there is no such thing as a pervert like you, right?

"Malegeby, I really want to tear up the stinky mouth of this old girl, and I will secretly mention Lao Tzu's affairs to this brute!"

"Calm down! We must be calm! We are going to provoke it now, if you get angry again and let the Necronomicon King notice that something is wrong, we may fall short again!"

"Don't worry, you've already lost a chance. For the sake of the little baby, I have to endure it this time!"

Gritting his teeth fiercely, Brother Qilin's eyes flashed a little obscenely, and then said: "Lao Tzu has fallen to this point, but at the very least, he has also enjoyed the joy of men and women who have enjoyed the supreme experience of heaven and earth countless times outside, what about you?

"You dare!"

"Don't dare? The mouth grows on me, and it's Lao Tzu's right to love to say it or not. ”

Hearing the anger that clearly erupted in the other party's loud shouting, Brother Qilin didn't give the other party a chance at all, and said loudly: "Old man, I'll tell you a good story about the glorious history of our old friend of the dead. You can't imagine that a noble king can't help but ride an extremely despicable low-level necromantic in pursuit of pleasure, but in the end, you find that the existence of such a noble species as the necromancer has been deprived of the most basic right to inherit the lineage by God!"

Seeing that there was a "king" in those words, a "noble" in one sentence, and in the midst of extreme ridicule, he noticed the trend of the blood-colored haze in the air constantly colliding over, although Chan Qian was confused, but he hurriedly cooperated: "As early as before, the old man heard that this Your Excellency in front of him had a habit of teasing low-level necromancers, and he was always happy as if he was crazy, and now he actually has the experience of riding low-level necromancers?" Although the creature of the necromancer is comparable to the beast under the IQ, the king of the necromantic clan can not even let go of the beast, such a way is definitely the object of worship of my generation!"

"Old Zai, shut up the fuck!" The next moment, a roar of rage to the extreme pierced through the heavy blood-colored haze. The tone was obviously on the verge of going berserk, but it also aroused a lot of interest from Chan Qian.

Brother Qilin's head twisted back slightly, and motioned for Chan Qian to retreat back together, widening the distance between the aura confrontation above the void. At the same time, the aura that had been weakening on the two of them jumped a lot in an unusually instant.

Seeing that he had withdrawn from a distance of more than two zhang, he found that the blood-colored haze in the air had pounced directly without reservation, and Brother Qilin said: "This matter is a long story! That time. I went to the depths of the forbidden land to see the little baby. I accidentally bumped into the Necromantic King brothers who were molesting two intermediate necromancers who had cultivated an eightfold phantom body. Of course, as an old friend, how can I spoil his interest? On the contrary, I spend a lot of effort to give him a fate!"

"Ba Yan Dog, if you dare to say it again, I swear that I will definitely break you into ten thousand pieces!"

"There's a kind of you!

Ignoring the so-called ruthlessness in those words, Brother Qilin stretched out his flaming giant tongue. In a quick breath, he deliberately made the voice very loud, and saw that Zen Qian next to him was cold, and then he turned his head and continued: "Old man, guess what I did?"

"I grabbed a Necrat of the Sevenfold Illusory Realm, and used the two volumes of Storm to help it refine its body, making it look like a substance, and transforming its appearance according to the face of a beautiful woman I saw in the outside world. In the end, it took nearly a year to cultivate a superb beauty necromancy. ”

"Then, I erased the necromancer's low stellarity. And disperse the spiritual consciousness and merge it into its brain. Do it all. On the way to control it to the depths of the forbidden land, he deliberately lured an eightfold phantom realm necromancer, creating a scene of being chased and killed by it. ”

Haha eventually bumped into the great Necromantic King and performed a romantic and beautiful hero to save the beauty. In the years that followed, I controlled the necromantic to use all the courtship methods of snorting, coquettishness, pretending to be thirteen, and moving, and finally made it believe in the existence of this beautiful necromancer, and gradually won its heart. ”

Speaking of this, Brother Qilin's high tone also brought a strong excitement: "But this miscellaneous person doesn't know that he finally broke through the deep prejudice in his heart against those low-level necromancers, and finally fell in love with the person who was actually my brother and me!

"Zuihou really can't resist the teasing, and His Excellency the Venerable Necromantic King finally agrees to conjure a guy with his own origin strength, and wants to test whether it is really as I said, and you can get a trace of pleasure. However, at the very beginning of that process, I directly controlled the beautiful necromantic explode! And our Necromantic King mistakenly thought that his improper operation method led to the death of his lover, and he was sad for more than ten years! hahaha"

Speaking of this, Brother Qilin emphasized and said tenderly: "Wang, even if I know, it is difficult to be like a human or a demonic beast in our form. However, this does not detract from our pursuit of happiness. If you can give you a little happiness, it will satisfy my pursuit of the ultimate essence of aiqing! I am willing to try anything for you!"

After seeing Brother Qilin finish speaking, he looked up to the sky, his whole body trembled violently, and even the breath on his body fluctuated strongly, and Chan Qian's brows twitched fiercely. Since then, he has understood why the other party was so confident when he said that he wanted to provoke the Necromantic King at the beginning! But he didn't expect that in these deep and lonely years, in order to take revenge on the other party, Brother Qilin would not hesitate to spend so much effort, that is, to fight the Necromantic King for Yin. And more importantly, the latter may have been tortured enough by this boundless loneliness to be fooled. As for the so-called way to finally persuade the Necromantic King to make peace, it must have taken a lot of thought to take Brother Qilin's character, otherwise how could he convince the other party?

Although the Necronomicon is a bloodthirsty being that is inferior to even the Beasts, the Necronomicon is different, it possesses a complete intelligence. It is expected that those low-level necromancers are not to mention how disgusting they are in his eyes, and they are still as humble as ants. In the end, breaking through the chasm in his heart, letting go of his prejudices, and falling in love with a low-level necromancer, which in itself means that his intentions are anything but ordinary. But it turned out to be a farce of the opponent.

Identity aside, let's empathize. Anyone who is giving real feelings, and as a result, knows that he is being played, and is still being played with by a mortal enemy between applause, it is absolutely impossible not to go berserk. It can be imagined how much anger the Necromantic King suppressed at that time when his strength was not as good as Brother Qilin's strength and he was not even qualified to take revenge.

Thinking about it this way, deep in Zen Qian's heart, the ghost sent the gods to gradually have more sympathy for the Necromantic King.

At the same time, the blood-colored haze in the air also rolled violently after falling with Brother Qilin's vivid female voice imitation voice, like the giant mouth of a hideous beast, suddenly revealing its fangs

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