What does a mountain look like in the water?

The sharp pain of the bone and heart made the conch completely crazy, and it roared and flew over the sea, rising and falling, and even jumping high. The wind and waves surged, and the wild waves set off by the giant conch rushed up to the yellow sand sky, dispersing one after another swirling sand vortexes, falling and flying into the air again, blooming pieces of ceremonial flowers.

The 10,000-meter sea water is blood-red, and the tsunami is superimposed within 100 miles, and no one can stand on it.

The human who burrowed into his body scurried around like a monkey, and the corrosive power that could make the sea boil and even the king of guns could not help him. The seven or eight zhang long demon slashing knife turned sharply in his hand, and it was clearly an infinitely elongated drill bit, which penetrated its chest, drilled open his stomach, opened the intestines of the giant snail, and cut off its vitality.

There was a roar, and the meat sauce gushed out of the wound like a flood, and the gun king who was guarding the door woke up like a dream, and did not hesitate to use his magic power to help, grabbed and threw it, and took on the role of a glorious digger.

Any monk, even a monk who has just started cultivating and feels the aura of mana for the first time, knows one supernatural power: volleying. The strength of the Spear King is comparable to that of the gods, and what he is doing at this time is such a simple job, grabbing out all the chopped and crumpled internal organs in the conch's body and throwing them into the vast and endless sea.

Don't say it, he's really neat. Looking at it, the gun king stood firmly at the edge of the hole, his back was tightly attached to the thick wall of the conch, his right hand was holding the gun in battle, and his left hand grabbed and threw and waved back and forth, like a station policeman directing traffic.

Arranging the guards of the Spear King, Thirteen Lang's original intention was to worry about the help of the giant lice swarm and prevent those bodies with super recovery ability from reuniting together. Now the conch is frantically struggling, and no giant lice can get close, and several smaller conch sprint up desperately. was smashed on the head by the snail king who jumped into the air, and was rammed into two puddles of flesh and mud alive. Hugh said the sea water underneath the pad. With the body and weight of a conch, there is nothing underneath. Who can withstand the weight of it.

Occasionally, giant lice approached the hole with their super agility, and how could they break through the spear, already dizzy and their armor shattered.

It was the gun of the king of guns, and it was not comparable to a few giant lice that were about to cripple until death, and at this moment the spirit of the king of guns was greatly boosted, and the mana was made up, just like a dead tree sprouting a spring breeze for the second time, and the Ximen officials who had fought for three days and nights fought again with chicken blood, and they were extremely violent.

For the King of Guns. No matter how the conch shook and turned, how it turned and how it jumped, his body was nailed to the spot like a nail, and his left hand kept grabbing, waving, throwing, and grabbing again

"Whew!"

Seeing the torrent of filth pouring outward, the Gun King felt that his chest was about to explode with excitement, and there were two lines of tears hanging on his pig-iron-like face, and he raised his head and let out a long howl.

"Haha, hashuang!"

What monks are reserved. What kind of powerful dignity, what serious injury, tired and loss of essence, at this moment, the gun king is a street ruffian who has been bullied for half his life and suddenly turned over. A butcher who has been in a nest for most of his life and suddenly changed to bear bile doesn't want to care about anything anymore.

The iron spear was red again, and the neighing inside the gun became more and more intense. But it was not because of the increase in killing, but because of this, I felt the will of the master who was connected to his heart and soul to soul. That determination to pierce the sky, tear the sea, and hollow out the mountain around me!

Hissing sounds. The waves are bursting, the flesh and blood are flying, and the enemy chief is the head, what could be more suitable for birth? What could be more suitable for the spirit of killing! The Gun King felt the change of the iron spear, felt the majestic will to the sky, and did not hesitate to spew out a mouthful of origin qi towards the body of the spear, and roared with it.

"Ahh

Finally, at that moment, with the roar of the Spear King, a crimson light flew out from the iron spear, drilled out of the water curtain, and soared into the sky, penetrating the nine clouds!

There are no clouds in the sky, but there is sand, endless sand, and the strange thing is that the yellow sand, which is the most harmful to the spirit, can't help the red rays, and the ones are broken apart, and the clusters fly and pounce on the masses, and let them swim freely.

Really, God, bless!

This is the true will of heaven and earth, and it is the reward of heaven and earth for those who do not exist, but who are condensed by their will and countless years of cultivation;

A thunderclap in the sky resounded in the hearts of all the monks in the Blood Domain, and resounded in the souls of every living being, although it was short enough to be ignored, it still sowed a seed for them. The whole sky boiled, and the yellow sand of the four corners of the sky rolled upside down in unison, drowning the red rays together, vowing to kill them in the cradle.

They want to exterminate this bane!

"Return!"

The Spear King roared, staring at the sky with red eyes, but his body didn't move for half a minute. This is his post, he must guard the territory of Haode, even if something big happens in front of him, even if he is willing to replace the spear spirit with his life, he can't move at this time.

The whistling sound rose again, Hongmang felt the anxiety and call of the master, and swept away the endless sea of sand in the swimming, like a dragon fish that had once been in the sky, with pride and untamed, rebellious and fierce, turned around and rushed into the sea of clouds.

Sea of Remnants!

Yellow sand followed, and then collided with remnant thoughts, and remnant thoughts poured up from all directions, shielding their comrades with thoughts that they were unwilling to accept after death, and covering the spirit they recognized as their kind.

The sky was on fire, the heavenly fire caused by the disillusionment of the yellow sand, like the most brilliant fireworks, watching the meteor return after its ordeal and crash headlong into the gun it considered home.

"Hehe, haha, hahahaha"

The gun king daxiao, smug smile, proud smile, smiled on his face, smiled openly, and laughed so much that his bones seemed to fall apart. At this time, his energy was almost exhausted, and the aftermath of the previous attack of entering the origin of the blood cloak had an attack, and there was no trace of blood on his old and withered face, and he couldn't even stand steadily.

But he is still zhanzhu, not only zhanzhu, but also stands exceptionally firm. The battle is not over, he has no right to let himself fall, and he does not want to let go of it out of joy, he still wants to. Keep fighting!

The conch struggled violently and fought back violently. Sometimes he can even burrow most of his body into the yellow sand layer, trying to drive away strong enemies with the help of Liliang in the yellow sky. But it didn't work. Thirteen Lang hid in its body, unless the conch turned into ashes by itself, no matter how strong the sand was, it would not hurt a bit, and as for the Gun King, he used the gun to dig a human-shaped groove behind him, and stuck his body in it.

Even if I die, I will let you die!

The conch is not afraid to fight with the king of guns, and if it is possible, it is really willing to stay in the air, and let the yellow sand slowly grind the murderer who threw his entrails to death. But it can't. It's too big, too heavy, and too stupid, the eighth-level demon beast can't fly, and there are not a few such stupid things in the sky, and the conch is one of them.

Leap up, fall, roll, right, enter the sea, and take off again. From time to time, explosions were heard in the body, one by one, and one by one, and it was impossible to tell what it was. One is more powerful than the other.

What is it? The Gun King knows. He was worried that Thirteen Lang would be corrupted by the conch's flesh and blood, and he followed him with his divine thoughts all the time, but when he saw a jaw-dropping scene, he hated and scolded him. Several times of indignation.

"Holy, that's okay?"

Jushiro held the knife in one hand and kept throwing stones around. One throw is a bomb.

It is a spirit stone, a spirit stone that is definitely not tolerated by demonic energy, and it needs to be used with a strict treasure from the magic array.

If you put it outside. Throwing spirit stones can only make the demonic energy around the opponent stronger, and it can be used by the enemy. Here however the belly of the conch. Where does the demonic energy come from? Of course, the conch's body, its flesh, and its blood.

There is no need to care about it at all, and it can't be controlled, the flesh and blood automatically release the pure demonic qi, and the essence of the conch's countless years of hard cultivation will be wiped out along with those worthless spirit stones, rolling up layers of storms.

Disaster, Thirteen Lang is a disaster, his heart is like iron, his sex is like a wolf, his means are more cunning than a fox, and his calculations are more vicious than a jackal. As for the knife, the Spear King didn't know how to describe it, he had personally experienced the power of conch meat, and the decontamination of the magic weapon was so serious that even he was afraid of it. Thirteen Lang is not afraid, there is a layer of lilac flames on his body, it seems that if a firebird burns all the minced flesh to ashes, that knife does not even have a trace of mana fluctuations, it is simply a piece of iron that accumulates materials, but he doesn't know what to use, but it can't be eroded.

Even the spirit stone can be turned into a weapon, and the effect is much better than the magic weapon, so just go out one by one.

"How many spirit stones do I have?"

The Gun King suddenly remembered that he had left a few spirit stones for curiosity, research, or simply to commemorate or have fun, and it was useless to leave them for hundreds of years, so why not use them with his own hands at this moment, and experience the pleasure of throwing stones to death an eighth-level demon beast?

"Forget it, the big picture is important, the big picture is important. ”

If it was replaced by big ash, he couldn't help but give it a try anyway, and the gun king finally suppressed his desire. Not only because his temperament is more rigorous, the most important thing to do at this time is to prevent the change and let this kind of torture continue, but also because he has to guard against the conch's dying blow, and there is a theoretical move that may exist.

The unbroken god of spear kings all have desperate means, and the conch is a genuine eighth-level demon beast, and there is no reason to only have those inferior skills. The gun king knew that Thirteen Lang was not easy at this time, clarified his responsibilities, and was fully prepared to make a move, and even give his life.

"I picked it up anyway. ”

He was disappointed in the results. Except for an approximate void crack condensed by chance, the conch didn't use any ultimates from beginning to end, and it was completely a blind toss until its thousand-meter-long body was almost hollowed out. When this process was carried out for half an hour, the conch was actually dead, but Thirteen Lang and the Gun King felt uneasy, and continued to dig the platoon, and was busy with an extra stick of incense out of thin air.

"Dead?" until Thirteen Lang appeared beside him in red, and the Gun King couldn't believe that this was the truth.

"Dead. Thirteen Lang nodded lightly, as if what he had just dealt with was not a giant demon big harm, just a wild dog.

Killing an eighth-level demon beast is as simple as that.

"Really dead?" said the Gun King, still a little distracted.

"What's a big deal, hurry up!" Thirteen Lang looked tired and haggard, his body was smoking, and he didn't know if he was injured or how heavy the injury was. But I don't know Weishenme, his expression did not relax at all, on the contrary, he looked extremely solemn, as if he was worried about something.

"From you, I can see through what power is. ”

Unceremoniously mocked, Thirteen Lang flew up and said, "If those idiots in the family are like you, the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

"Holy shit!" the Gun King's face sank like water, and he swallowed hard a mouthful of blood that came to his mouth

(To be continued......)