"Ah......h

In the face of the deliberately flaunting Thirteen Lang, the only remaining Horned Monk was sad and angry, and it was no surprise that desperate thoughts sprung up.

His gaze shifted from Thirteen Lang to another person: Xiao Ziyi!

The battle developed like this, he no longer had the courage to kick the iron plate again, and there were only two words left in his heart: revenge!

Revenge by any means!

He took off his hat and pushed his magic to the limit, and the hat turned into a thousand gray rays, sweeping in all directions like a silent meteor. His body spun rapidly like a hurricane howling and rolling up dust everywhere, and above his head, the two short horns protruded into the air, shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the demonic energy around him was surging and emitting a fishy stench.

The falling snowflakes were dyed by the hurricane, and instead of being crushed and melted, they turned into pitch-black crystals, flying aimlessly around, causing a burst of screams.

Within a hundred meters, everyone was within his attack range. The surroundings were busy, and people hurriedly displayed all kinds of magical powers, protecting themselves or covering others, a chaotic scene.

With the heart of death, this person has no scruples.

"Xiao Bazhi ......"

The Horned Monk let out a soul-hating roar and swept towards Thirteen Lang in a hurricane, and at the same time, a faint black line floated out and slammed into Ziyi, who was staring wide-eyed at the battle.

This is the true level of the Horned Clan's monk, his two brothers have the same strength, but they don't even have the opportunity to show it. Shisanro's post-battle performance was certainly pleasant, but it gave him enough time to prepare and deliver a fighting blow.

Face that daunting black cloud. Thirteen Lang's eyes suddenly appeared, and he met it fiercely.

Like a white cloud rushing into the netherworld, it is immediately submerged in the boundless black cloud. The black clouds roared, churning violently like shapeshifters. There was a series of explosions like popping beans, as well as dull crashes and muffled hums. Everywhere I passed, houses collapsed, and debris shot down on all sides, as if a natural disaster had occurred.

Screams and roars erupted, people fled in panic, and those who couldn't dodge screamed as if they were rapidly rotting after being contaminated by the black clouds. Dissolve.

After only a moment, the black cloud suddenly bounced up like a ball, flew straight more than ten meters high, and then fell heavily.

The clouds are scattered. Now, the battle is decided.

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"You lost. ”

Thirteen Lang looked at the inhuman-shaped horned monk in front of him, and said lightly, "You're going to die." ”

His figure was a little embarrassed, his clothes were torn, and his face had a layer of black gas. There was also a thin cut in the forehead, and it was bleeding.

Cyan blood!

"Huh...... Hehe...... So what?"

Monk Horned coughed up blood, with a miserable but strange smile on his face, and gasped, "Hit my green poison. You can't live. ”

His injuries were worse than those of the eight kshus, and his limbs were all gone. Even the spine was shattered, and the monk was different from the person who cultivated the body, such an injury. He's not dead, and he's still talking.

"Green Poison!"

Hearing the name, the people around them exclaimed, and those who had been stained with the poisonous mist were either dead or in despair, and had given up even struggling.

"Hand over the antidote!"

It was the angry flag envoy who shouted, he was the closest, and in his haste and too shocked by the battle situation, the angry flag envoy's reaction was a little slower, and it was even stained with a trace of poisonous mist. At this moment, his original red complexion had changed greatly, as if it had been painted with a thin layer of black paint, and it was spreading towards his chest and abdomen.

"The antidote?hahaha, where is the antidote!Have you ever heard that there is an antidote to the Qingying poison?hahahaha!"

The Horned Monk laughed wildly, spitting out the blue blood, which flowed on his body, and wriggled like a living creature for a long time before it gradually stopped, looking terrifying and strange.

Angry Qi's face changed greatly when he heard this, and he didn't care about what to think about anymore, he reached out and took out a large handful of pills and swallowed them, and then sat cross-legged on the spot, leaving everything behind, intending to force the toxin out of his body.

There was a mockery in the eyes of the Horned Monk, and he said disdainfully, "What is the poison of the green underworld?"

Thirteen Lang looked at him, his voice was still calm as usual, and said sincerely, "What is it?"

"Yes...... It's a poisonous bug!"

The Horned Monk was a little surprised, and said in a surprised tone, "I am really surprised that you have supported it for so long. But it's useless, don't say that poisonous insects get into the blood, even if it is stained with a trace, there is absolutely no possibility of resolving it. ”

He looked at Thirteen Lang and said in a slow voice: "They will suck up the blood of Ling, swallow the vitality of Ling, and gnaw the primordial spirit; as long as everything related to life, they will eat it up;

Thirteen Lang smiled and said, "So powerful, isn't that invincible in the world? ”

"Of course not,"

Monk Horned Worm enjoyed the time of life and said patiently, "My cultivation is not enough, I can only cultivate them to this extent. If you have a Danhuo, you can easily kill them. The question is, do you have one?"

Thirteen Lang was ashamed and said, "I also saw it, I didn't even build a foundation, where did I come from." ”

He asked instead, "Since Danhuo can be poisoned, isn't it enough to find a senior to help?" ”

Seeing that he was not worried at all, the Horned Monk could not experience the thrill of revenge, and his heart couldn't help but be angry. He stared at Thirteen Lang's eyes, and shouted in a resentful tone: "Go and find it! You can find it, just look for it. ”

"But hurry, or it's too late. ”

Before he could finish speaking, the angry flag made him jump up from the ground like a frightened rabbit, raised his hand and slapped a flying sword, trying to take off into the air.

He couldn't go.

Thirteen Lang appeared in front of him like a ghost, grabbed the flying sword in his hand casually, and used force with both hands, directly breaking it into two sections.

Angry Qi looked at this scene with ghost-like eyes, shocked and frightened in his heart, and shouted: "What are you going to do......?

"Smack!"

A resounding slap slapped the angry flag envoy in the face, fanning his huge body out of the way for more than ten meters. Slammed into the ground. In the face of the humiliating blow of the Qi Refining Cultivator, the Angry Banner Envoy had no power to resist.

Thirteen Lang said lightly: "The matter is not over yet, how can you leave now." ”

The angry flag envoy couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. Struggling to get up from the ground, he couldn't stand still, and fell down again with a thud. He suddenly realized something, stopped looking at Thirteen Lang, and turned his resentful gaze to Monk Horned.

"Don't worry, he can't leave. ”

The Horned Monk was proud and shouted at the Angry Banner Envoy, "The Green Worm devours the magic first, otherwise." It's not so useless. ”

The Angry Banner was about to go crazy, and he pounced on him, grabbed the Horned Monk and searched for it, screaming in his mouth, "You damn it. Hurry up and hand over the antidote!"

The Horned Monk looked at him coldly, letting him rummage around on him, and said mockingly: "If you hurt our brother, you still want to protect yourself? Phew!"

"......"

The Banner of Fury stared at him viciously. I wanted to torture the other party with the most cruel means, but looking at the body that was no longer human, he really couldn't find a place to start. Moreover, he knew that this man was a poison-eater. Now he is attacked by poisonous insects, and he can't live long. Face a dying man. And what can be done to make him succumb.

At last, in despair, the Apostle of the Banner let go of his hand in vain. He sat on the ground dumbfounded, speechless.

How could he have imagined that a little Qi Refining Cultivator could be able to defeat three Zhuji! What made him even more incomprehensible was what kind of magical power Thirteen Lang had mastered, and he could get out of that huge net that even he was not sure to break through in a few steps!

Now...... It's too late to say anything now, no matter what happens to Thirteen Lang, the angry banner has put himself in a desperate situation...,

As if returning to the light, and as if the dying man had realized before he died, the angry banner apostle was so sad that he opened his mouth and wept loudly.

The snow is flying all over the sky, the long street is silent, the angry flags high above make the mourning and crying, and a group of spectators who are at a loss and don't know what to call are touched and sad in their hearts.

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In the midst of the crying, the voice of the Horned Monk sounded, and he said to Thirteen Lang quietly: "You are very powerful, really powerful!

"I don't know what you're pretending to be, or who you're going to show it to, but it doesn't matter, you're going to die, and even if you don't die, you won't want to make any more progress in the future. ”

Thirteen Lang looked at him quietly and said, "You're right, after killing two people, I am indeed a little underestimated. ”

Monk Hornhorn said, "Regret is right, regret is useless. If you can survive, remember not to pretend in the future, you will be punished. ”

Thirteen Lang smiled and said, "I have my own reason for pretending, what is the purpose of pretending?"

"I'm pretending?"

Thirteen Lang nodded and said, "You have been pretending, or procrastinating, what is it for?"

The Horned Monk chuckled and said, "It's a little late to see now?"

Thirteen Lang shook his head and said, "It's not too late for you to say it. ”

The Horned Monk suddenly said abruptly, "Haha! It's not too late, I was going to tell you about it, it was for ...... She!"

He turned his head with difficulty, and said proudly: "I have always been very careful, careful to be seen by you. Now that you don't need it, even if the gods come in person, you can't save it...... Huh?"

As far as the eye can see, Xiao Ziyi's eyes are beautiful and her smile is like a flower. In front of her, the toad, which had been so ugly that it was ridiculous, smashed its big mouth, looking like it was still unfinished.

"Quack, quack!"

The Horned Monk's gaze was instantly glazed, he didn't understand what was going on, where did this toad come from, the way it looked at him, it turned out to be so...... Greedy!

"See?"

Thirteen Lang said in a faint voice: "Originally, I only wanted to kill Ling, but now...... I changed my mind. ”

In the shocked gaze of the Horned Cultivator, Thirteen Lang raised his hand lightly and said, "Fat Fat can't wait for a long time, and you have also experienced the feeling that you should experience, and you can die." ”

As soon as the words fell, Chubby was like a cyan lightning bolt and walked away.

A terrible howl followed, full of despair and horror.

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The third chapter is being written, and it should be late.