"Bang!"

In Yi Qinglan's frightened and desperate gaze, the sword formation became farther and farther away, and her figure flew out upside down, slamming into a towering ancient tree, and the trunk of the tree broke off at the waist.

Dusty.

A shadow as majestic as a mountain towers in front of you, and the sun is hard to see.

"Ming, it's just a little bit..."

"Chen Changsheng..."

"I'm unwilling, I'm unwilling!"

Between the ruins.

Yi Qinglan struggled to get up, trying her best to get closer to the sword formation again, her mana had completely dried up, and she staggered forward with only a wisp of obsession.

Pity.

The goddess of fate did not care about it, she still couldn't step over the shadow, just as she still couldn't block the monster's casual blow, and was mercilessly smashed back into place.

"Bang!"

She couldn't stand up anymore, her tendons and veins were broken, her dantian was full of cracks, and she was in such a miserable state that even a mortal who had not cultivated could easily put her to death.

Helpless, hesitant, all kinds of negative emotions spread in her heart, and the chill spread all over her body, as if there was a boulder weighing a thousand catties, which overwhelmed her.

"Is it fun? Little ants? ”

"Kill her!"

"I'm going to peel off her skin and make it into a palace carpet!"

The monster's three heads, at the same time, let out a playful sneer, like a conspirator who fools all beings, embodies cunning, morbidity and cruelty.

It's a kind of teasing, an extreme disregard for life.

Cat and mouse, he enjoyed the process of hunting, especially the resentment and unwillingness of the prey before he died, so he deliberately gave Yi Qinglan the opportunity to approach the sword formation.

And then buried.

Looking at Yi Qinglan, whose face was like ashes, his blood was boiling.

"Ahem..."

Yi Qinglan coughed up a mouthful of essence blood, and a tail with a sharp barb penetrated her chest, and the thick plasma flowed down the barb, staining the ground red.

Can.

Even so, her eyes were still fixed in the direction of the sword formation, and the obsession in her heart prompted her to raise her arm again and again, and stretched out towards the latter tremblingly.

"Tsk, it's all like this, and you still refuse to kneel down and beg for mercy?"

"Why don't you understand?"

"Even if that sword array is triggered, you will still be killed."

"Whoever its owner is, will he be my opponent?"

In the face of the monster's ridicule, Yi Qinglan turned a deaf ear, and even disdained it, and it was this reaction that the monster gave birth to another interesting idea.

"In that case."

"Tiny and stupid two-legged sheep, as you wish."

"This sword array will be triggered, but that person is not you, but me, and you will witness how the existence you have high hopes for has been torn to pieces by me!"

The years when he carried the will of the underworld to fight.

I don't know how many creatures are praying for the coming of the savior in a desperate situation, but what is the end? The so-called saviors, without exception, became his collection.

When hope is gone, the faces of the creatures who believe in them are full of disbelief and fear, and the ants simply cannot understand the gap between themselves and the giants.

The unattainable sky they thought was actually just a frog at the bottom of a well, and the monster imagined Yi Qinglan's expression for a while, how frightened it was.

Suddenly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a strange face: the human who he could easily erase was actually staring at him with a kind of stupid gaze!

It contains a variety of artistic conceptions such as surprise, contempt, and expectation, which are mixed together.

What exactly does she mean? Because you want to trigger the sword formation? She really felt that she was not the opponent of the master of the sword formation? Why is she? How dare she!

"Ate her!"

"Immediately!"

"I'm going to eat her now, I'm going to take her soul back to the eighteenth layer of hell, I'm going to let her live forever in pain, and I'm going to repent of my stupidity!"

The two heads on the left and right are crazy, their faces are hideous, and they are extremely crazy.

They swore that it was the first time that they had been so despised by a living being, except for the ancient giants in the deepest part of the underworld, and that this ant would have to pay a terrible price!

"Don't worry."

The head in the middle vetoed their proposal: "There is no cruel torture in the world than to destroy the faith of the pilgrim, who will know what life is worse than death!" ”

After speaking.

With a flick of his tail, Yi Qinglan was thrown several meters away.

Then.

The monster stepped straight into the sword formation.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The sword wind was fierce, but it couldn't even break through his defenses, and the monster grinned.

In his mode of thinking, his own strength has penetrated deep into the heart of the master of the sword array, presumably at this moment, the other party must be curled up in a corner, trembling, right?

Otherwise, he is in line with the attack distance, why haven't you seen him make a move?

"Hahaha, is this your confidence?"

"A shrunken turtle?"

The three heads of the monster looked up to the sky and roared, and the six pairs of vertical pupils turned to look at Yi Qinglan, they wanted to read the shock, the puzzlement, and the fear from each other's faces.

Behold.

What caught my eye was a face that was even more pleasing than before.

No.

This time it wasn't just joy, her pale lips were wriggling, and although she was like a mosquito and a gossamer, she couldn't escape the monster's six ears, and she said...

"You're done!"