Snow and gravel flew into the air, scattering in all directions like thousands of sharp arrows, but in the rain of countless stone arrows and snow, there was a figure in the retrograde.

After just one encounter, half of Shisanlang's body was almost numb, and it felt as if he had hit a city wall head-on, and his body flew into the air uncontrollably, as if he had been thrown by a giant.

At the same time, the ugly man put his feet on the ground and hissed at the sky.

"Oh

Ang!

Ang!"

There is no second creature in the world that can make this unique call, only the donkey!

It is recorded in ancient times that the donkey's cry was like the roar of a dragon and a lion's roar, and when the tiger first heard the sound of the donkey, he was frightened and fled. If you compare the loudness and fierceness of the voice, there is no beast in the world that is comparable to the donkey, not even the carnivorous beasts.

The moment the cry came out, Jusanro understood a lot of things.

It's no wonder that he can take the spear with his bare hands, no wonder he uses such strange magical powers, no wonder the previous impact made Jusan Lang so unbearable, and no wonder his hands and feet are so different from ordinary people, even his face is like a horse's face.

It turned out that his hands were not hands at all, but a pair of donkeys as strong as fine iron...

An ordinary donkey can step on the gravel and gravel like walking on the ground.

"A donkey!"

Thirteen Lang laughed and laughed, and almost shouted three times on the spot, feeling the magic of creation.

This donkey did not know what chance it encountered, but it condensed into a human form at the fourth order, but unfortunately it was not complete, and still maintained some of the characteristics that donkeys usually have. It's just that people have seen a lot of monsters and beasts, but the donkey that has become a human has never heard of, so he can only be regarded as a natural stranger.

Punching a donkey, this kind of thing is not a wise move~ How to look at it, Thirteen Lang just did it; He urged his mana to the extreme, and as soon as his body stabilized, he quickly turned back, still worshipping the Buddha as a child, and struck with both fists.

At this moment, the roar of the donkey was heard.

The sound was like thunder, the sound shook the whole world, and the sound was terrifying in all directions! The demonic energy between heaven and earth seemed to explode a swarm of honeycombs, roaring in all directions, and countless hurricanes swirled, rolling up thousands of piles of snow, and then pressing down heavily.

Within 100 meters, the snow was slapped by an invisible force, sinking a full foot, and from the air, an incomparably regular depression was formed on the ground, like a huge disk.

As if struck by a thunderbolt, Shisanlang's body flew out again like a kite with a broken string.

"You forced me!

With this roar, the ugly man couldn't even maintain his human form. His waist and abdomen swelled rapidly, and a layer of skin spread rapidly on his fists, which were already larger than ordinary people, and hair grew on his body, and he wanted to return to the beast, that is, his body.

What a donkey!

A gray donkey, a talking gray donkey!

Amazingly, after taking the form of a half-man, half-donkey, he speaks fluently, without that sense of separation, without slurred speech, and with a precise grasp of light and accent syllables. His voice contained endless resentment and anger, and it seemed that he would not give up until he tore Thirteen Lang to pieces.

"You damn it! How can a human being have such a big liliang! How can you run so fast! How can you force me to show my original form!"

The gray donkey's chest rose and fell violently, and its vertical eyes spewed out a light like a knife and roared loudly.

He was also very uncomfortable, the only two natural powers were continuously displayed, the mana aura in his body was like a mess, and his muscles twitched back and forth without any regularity, and he was trying to get rid of the feeling of not obeying the call.

He wasn't worried about Thirteen Lang taking the opportunity to sneak attack, this donkey roar, he knew the power best, the fourth-level demonic beast couldn't compete, and the fifth-level would have to fight, even if it was a Yuanying monk or a sixth-level demonic beast, I was afraid that it would be a surprise. Thirteen Lang had almost taken on all the power, and at this time his mind must have been blurred and chaotic, and it was impossible to ease his senses. ...,

In human terms, it is simply a shame to have a severe concussion and leave serious sequelae and the like.

"Damn! Do you know what kind of person this seat is, and dare to confront the gods who step on the fire! Don't you know how much the price of my dragon's roar is! I just want to ask you a few questions, and you have forced me to this point, you damn ....... ”

His voice was angry and aggrieved, with a hint of worry, like a child who has done good deeds but has been wronged, wanting to pour out his grief and fear of being scolded, so he will be sad. I don't know Weishenme, he has a hidden uneasiness in his heart, and his intuition is that some miracle is about to happen, and it is very bad.

The gray donkey tried to calm the restlessness in his blood, wanting to get rid of the feeling of being out of his strength as soon as possible.

"Don't you know how hard it is for me to transform once! You damn it, you... ,—,You deserve death!"

The poor donkey has a limited IQ, and he can only find the most vicious and satisfying word in the first game, and curse Thirteen Lang over and over again.

"I know you, you impostor! You are from the Spirit Domain, your name is Xiao Shisanlang, you caused trouble in the Spirit Domain, and you are still ...... Huh?"

"Boom!"

The gray donkey's expression froze suddenly, and the curse that burst out of his mouth was interrupted, and his body shook a little.

"Boom!"

Another drum sounded! The gray donkey's eyes became confused, as if he had lost focus, scattered and unfocused. In his field of vision, Jusan Lang slowly sat up from the ground, blood stains remaining at the corner of his mouth, but holding a small drum in his hand.

He held the drum in his left hand and his right hand into a fist, as if carrying a thousand pounds of heavy burden, beating the drum vigorously.

"Knock knock!"

Three drums in a row, Shisanlang's ears and nose were bleeding, his eyes were red, and he couldn't continue. His face was as pale as paper, and the tiger's mouth burst out of the crack, and the corners of his eyebrows were bruised, as if they were about to burst. Two red threads overflowed along the end of his nose, but there was a cold fire in his eyes, and there was boundless coldness and murder.

Using sound as a means of attack, Thirteen Lang is not the first to see it, although this self-proclaimed Kui God Demonic Beast is powerful, it is far inferior to the drum sound of the four-eyed old man. On that day, four eyes and a drum broke ten thousand stones, and injured Thirteen Lang, who was in his heyday; if it wasn't for Ding Dong sacrificing his life to save him, I was afraid that the next two drums would kill him, where could it be compared with a mere roar.

Of course, if the gray donkey is given enough time, its vision is not comparable to that of the four-eyed old man's small drum, which has reached its upper limit. This is the fundamental difference between supernatural powers and magic weapons, and lies in their growth.

Today's Thirteen Lang, whether it is cultivated for mana or flesh [If you like my text update, you are welcome to click or reply to fifteen words, your support is my biggest motivation. Even so, he could only exert 30% of the power of the snare drum, and after beating the drum five times, he could not bear the shock and could no longer hold on.

Putting away the small drum, Shisanro forcibly pressed his body unwell, endured the thunderous noise in his head, and rubbed his body again.

His steps were strange, as if he were moving left and right, and even spinning in place, but as fast as a galloping horse, and in an instant he burst into front of the gray donkey, and with a loud cry, he rose into the air.

The move remains the same, and it is still the same boy Xuan Buddha. At this time, Thirteen Lang seemed to recognize this method, and he was even more stubborn than the donkey's temper.

It is also the strongest segment.

He's going to kill, no, he's going to kill donkeys!

If Thirteen Lang was suspicious before, he didn't know whether to fight or go, but now he has made up his mind to take down this gray donkey, or simply kill it. ...,

The reason is very simple, this donkey actually knows the true identity of Thirteen Lang, so he can keep it.

On the snowfield, Thirteen Lang is like an eagle, volleying down. In the deep pit, the gray donkey's eyes were confused and frightened, and he shouted in panic.

"This can't be! This is a drum made of cowhide, how can you have ......?"

The so-called class gate axe is talking about this unlucky gray donkey, and what kind of fire stepping god is of course caused by his vanity of raising himself. If the god really arrives, he is afraid that a glance will make the soul of Thirteen Lang scatter, and what to talk about fighting with him.

Seeing that the other party swooped down like a big eagle, the gray donkey didn't have time to think about how the other party had this kind of divine object, and jumped out with a roar, wanting to half-cross to volley.

"I am the god of fire, how dare you"

The other party has a magic weapon made of the skin of the real god, and he doesn't have the courage to show off the donkey's roar, so he has to continue to rely on his old profession, donkey kicking!

The feet are strong, and the gray donkey's feet are weak.

"Sand Trap!"

The hard rocks turned into grains of sand, and a manhole more than a foot wide appeared at the foot of the exchange rate, and his body fell instead of rising under the force, and was buried to his knees.

When he was inhaling and exerting his strength, this sudden change occurred, and the gray donkey came to gasp, and before he could put his arms on top of his head, Thirteen Lang's palms had already come.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and Thirteen Lang's body flew into the air again, and the two donkey-like arms of the gray donkey were so sore that they could barely lift them.

"Ahh

The gray donkey howled and struggled violently, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Shisanlang pounced again, still worshipping the Buddha.

"Bang!"

His body flew out again, and the gray donkey's body was buried to the base of his legs, and a horse's face became more and more ugly, almost turning into a bitter melon.

"I'm the god of fire, you ......"

"Bang!"

"I'm a ...... of Flame Walking"

"Bang!"

"I am..."

"Bang bang ......"

It's just piling! As if he was crazy, his body flickered up and down in the air, completely forgetting everything around him. Over and over again, he is the one who worships the Buddha, as if he wants to ram him into the ground and bury him in the Nine Shadows.

With a dull loud noise, the gray donkey's body gradually went deeper into the ground like a nail.

Thirteen breaths, thirteen punches, thirteen muffled sounds, thirteen crashes; after thirteen worships to the Buddha, the gray donkey only has one donkey head and two donkey arms exposed to the ground, and it is soft like two thick earthworms, and there is no trace of resistance ability.

Seeing that Shisanlang pounced again, looking at the eyes that were more ruthless and resolute than himself, and violent, the gray donkey's eyes showed horror, and he could no longer contain the misery and helplessness in his heart, and shouted in panic.

"Don't fight! I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

Afraid that Thirteen Lang would not let him go, the gray donkey swayed his two limp forelimbs and screamed wildly.

"I am the senior brother of your eldest brother's wife, I am a subordinate of the mountain monarch, but I can't be killed!"

With a gentle foot on top of his head, Thirteen Lang gasped for breath with an unbelievable look in his eyes and asked, "Who do you say you are?"

"I'm stepping on fire" Uh, no, you're a god, you're a real god. ”

Blinking his fierce vertical eyes, the gray donkey had a flattering expression on his face and said, "I'm the little brother of Kui God, and I'm just the little brother." "Hi hi ......". ）

【Super Crazy Dragon Clone】Author——Bolan Mountain.

This is a magical evolutionary story in which the protagonist accidentally possesses a large earthworm clone.

Yes, earthworms are useless!

Folklore has it that earthworms can turn into snakes, and snakes can turn into dragons!

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