People will be crazy, ghosts are crazy, the three sons will be filled with purple gas, and the demon soul will lose their minds when they are infected, and everything around them will become enemies. In a moment, the ghosts and creatures within 100 meters killed each other, and soon died out due to fighting.

A cavernous cavern appeared in the long ghostly fog, and the surrounding ghosts hissed, roared but feared. The siege was self-defeating, and the face of the dumb aunt showed a sharp expression, and she let out a terrible howl.

"Roar!"

The group of ghosts shouted, dozens of ghost kings looked hideous, and the three sons were re-encircled in the middle in all directions; the thick clouds turned over, the wind was miserable, and the mighty offensive was about to begin, and finally there was a stop.

"Wait!"

The people were killed, the ghost king was furious, if it wasn't for the thirteen Lang to stop, the dumb aunt would definitely give all the orders for revenge, even if she tried 100,000 ghost slaves and even herself, and vowed to kill the third son.

Stopping the dumb aunt, Thirteen Lang's expression was no longer as flat as just now, and he raised his eyebrows slightly and asked in a cold voice: "What kind of magic power is this?"

What kind of supernatural power is this? Everyone asked, or rather, what kind of anger is this?

In terms of effect, it looks similar to the roar of the gods, but in fact it is completely different. Spring thunder for a living, a group of ghosts devour each other but will also grow because of it, in the end, the trend will become stronger and concentrated;

Thirteen Lang asked, and the third son not only told him calmly, but also explained in detail: "Blood Domain creatures do not enter reincarnation, and they can only be turned into remnants after death, and they are not qualified to be ghosts." However, there are always exceptions to everything, and some demon beasts retain their remnant souls for one reason or another, but their yin and yang are not distinct. This seat has obtained the will of the ancestors, and with the insanity of the sheep body, it has naturalized its origin. ”

Sheep body talent. Sheep epilepsy can also become supernatural powers! Thirteen Lang was silent, unwilling and unwilling to believe it. But you can't help believing it.

There was a roar all around, and 100,000 ghost slaves screamed with grief and indignation. The voice seemed to have drifted in the darkness for tens of thousands of years, and the grief was indescribable. The third son's expression remained unchanged, and his gaze swept and said lightly: "This is the rule of the blood domain, it is the life of you, what is there to complain about." ”

The ghost roared more sadly, the ghost hissed more angrily, and the dumb aunt who was the ghost king fell silent, her eyes were cold and she waved her hand gently, putting away all the 100,000 ghost slaves except for dozens of ghost kings. When doing this. The dumb aunt did not ask Thirteen Lang for instructions, and Thirteen Lang silently pondered something, did not ask, and did not reproach him for making his own opinion.

The third son put everything in his eyes, and said with a slight flash in his eyes: "Brother Xiao"

Thirteen Lang raised his head suddenly and said, "Say, what do you want?"

The island suddenly became quiet, not because there were 100,000 fewer ghosts, but because Thirteen Lang opened his mouth. Because of that short sentence. The faces of the seven major cultivators were gloomy, and their eyes all showed unwillingness and anger, but they all felt helpless, and Jiang Fan and Monk Fubo looked gloomy, especially the demon cultivator who had just regained his senses. At this moment, his face is colorless, and he keeps muttering "three heads and three heads" in his mouth, but there seem to be two pieces of hemp rope wrapped around his poisonous tongue. I couldn't say a word for a long time.

The blood dance of the Gun King is relatively calm, and the corners of his lips are slightly raised like mockery and self-deprecation. Both of them are reasonable, and the expressions of the three of Lan Shan and the others are relatively rich, but none of them are good. When they exchanged glances with each other, they separated immediately after touching, as if they were burned.

"Will he? Will he?" Gu Mingyue's eyes flickered, and he looked in the direction of Fubo Demon Cultivation from time to time, and then instantly retracted. He felt as if he had returned to the day when he had fled, with his pursuers following him, and there was little hope in front of him, or rather, out of his control. Beside him, Blue Mountain's lips and whiskers were shaking, and he only sighed and waited resigned to his fate.

It's a very interesting thing, if the third son Shicai didn't say "you can't die", if there is no three-fist demonstration, the seven monks will fight to the death at most, and there is nothing to be afraid of. However, when the other party had already expressed his intentions, and when Thirteen Lang expressed his willingness to negotiate, they couldn't help but consider a possibility: the monks who could come up now were just seven people!

So everyone, especially Gu Mingyue and others, couldn't help but think: Why did Thirteen Lang bother so much effort to save that Fubo monk? And Jiang Fan?

Although they haven't been together for a long time, everyone is sure that even if Shisanlang is really cornered, it is absolutely impossible for him to exchange Xiao Budian, Dumb Aunt and others as bargaining chips.

It's a good thing to have a strong personality, but at this time, you can't help but think about it, what about other people?

If it really can't be done, does the other person have such weight? So is it possible to consider another thing, what if Brother Fuba dies suddenly? Will it make Jusan Lang change his mind that could have changed?

Gu Mingyue thought so in his heart, looking at that side more and more times, and he was a little nervous in his heart. Baihua didn't know when he noticed him, sighed softly, and shook his head resolutely, as for how much effect it could have, or how much of a countereffect, no one could say.

Speaking of not being able to do anything, everyone couldn't help but be a little angry and self-deprecating. Just now, everyone was excited, one sentence after another, "Do you think you think you are strong" asked with confidence, and the words were sonorous and powerful, which really vented a lot of resentment. To be honest, the description of the other people by the third son is basically accurate, but the judgment of the five monks is somewhat biased. There is nothing wrong with Blood Dance and the others carrying heavy weights, but it would be too much to say that they have no ability to fight back at all. Especially the Gun King, he still has Zuihou ultimate, but it takes time to activate, and everyone doesn't know it. On the other hand, the king of guns can have hole cards, and others may not have hidden the means of zuihou, if they can all play and hit, the three sons may not be what will happen.

Of course, it is more likely that the third son thought of this, and he had already taken precautions in his heart and deliberately belittled and said it to Thirteen Lang, while still having the taste of attacking the heart. Since it is a hole card, it is destined not to be said casually, because it will only bring misunderstanding and more suspicion, and will not help to turn the situation around.

In any case, the reversal of the situation due to the three sons and three punches is a foregone conclusion. For others, especially the five cultivators who have fought so far, it is like a traveler who has worked hard to climb, and after spending a lot of effort, he is about to reach the top of the mountain, only to find that he is wrong, the so-called top is just a corner of the eaves hidden in the dense fog;

Isn't it?

Those three punches came out in front of everyone, and they couldn't be faked or deceived. The third son obviously did not cross the hurdle of transforming into a god, but for some reason, his strength was clearly even better than that of a god-transforming monk, and the degree was not light.

None of the people present were intact, and the 100,000 ghost slaves were restrained to death, not to mention what would happen if they fought, first of all, Thirteen Lang and the dumb aunt were willing to sacrifice. Speaking of sacrifice, his expression has come to this point, no matter from which point of view, Shisanlang has already done what he should do and can do, and no one is embarrassed to ask for more.

As the third son said, the identity of Shisanlang is undecided, why do you work hard for these demon cultivators who are dying of a lot of money and are not worth a few? Everyone pondered, and now that they found that things were as imagined, Shisanlang realized that the situation was not good, and began to negotiate with the other party.

The third son is powerful and has great wisdom, and the three punches may also consume a lot of mana, but in terms of effect, it is much better than fighting to the death with Thirteen Lang and others. The seven major repairs thought about these things in their hearts, and each guessed the bottom line of the Thirteen Lang according to their own standards, and then guessed their own ending, and then further deduced what they should do, but none of them spoke.

Negotiating, in fact, many times means being soft. In the same way, speaking out in negotiations requires strength to pave the way, and the seven major repairs have now become seven pawns, or simply seven chips, so naturally there is no need to speak.

In the deathly silence, Duda Gray was still enjoying himself, lying back on the ground to relax his hooves and muscles, as steady as Mount Tai.

"Self-inflicted idiot, fool!"

"Main seat"

It is estimated that Thirteen Lang became too fast, and the third son was a little sudden, as if some words had not been finished; Thirteen Lang did not want to listen to the speech anymore, and then said sarcastically: "After all, it is not that I don't want to fight, but if I don't want to fight, I can only talk, it doesn't matter if I talk about it or not, it doesn't hurt to listen." ”

Hearing this, the third son couldn't help laughing at himself at the same time, and said calmly: "This seat is indeed thinking too much, Brother Xiao is a smart person, and he has long had the intention of joining forces with this seat."

Thirteen Lang waved his hand to interrupt and said, "Who said I was going to join forces with you?"

The third son was stunned and said, "Brother Xiao, don't you understand that you and I joining forces are enough to crisscross the blood domain and achieve great things that no one dared to think of before?"

Shisanlang shook his head and said, "Without you, I can still achieve great things that no one has done before." ”

These words were too ugly, the third son's face was slightly gloomy, and he said: "It seems that Brother Xiao still can't see the situation clearly. ”

Thirteen Lang said lightly: "I see the situation clearly, but it is different from what you think." ”

Sanzi said sarcastically: "Self-confidence is a good thing, but if you are too confident, be careful that there is no place to die." ”

Jusan Lang said calmly, "For now, all the goals I want have been achieved. If the sacrifice cannot continue, the natural disaster will not come, and as you can see, I am able to move freely in the chaotic sea, and I am not afraid of any residual thoughts. As for whether to die or not"

Glancing back at a few monks, Thirteen Lang turned around and said lightly: "You may not know that after the fusion of the Blood Ding, as the holder of the Ding, I can basically manipulate their life and death;

It may be true, or it may be a lie, but it is certain that if the truth is indeed as Shisanlang said, there are seven great cultivators who sacrifice their lives and his terrifying speed, he can fight and flee freely, and he will never die easily. At the same time, Thirteen Lang pulled things back to the core, that is, the half-closed blood tripod.

Sanzi knew that this was a temptation, but he had nothing to refute, and said in an astringent voice: "If Brother Xiao says this, what else can you and I talk about?"

"Talk about business!"

Thirteen Lang replied without hesitation: "Tell me what you want, I will sit on the ground and start the price, and you will pay back there." Again, if you can't talk about it, it's okay to listen to it. ”

Raising his hand and pointing at the blood ding, Thirteen Lang's expression was somewhat playful, and said: "There are more people and I than you, and Ding is also a group fight." ”

Reading books to smash tickets, remember, remember!

(To be continued......)