Chapter 162 162, Don't Regret It......

(Girls' Literature) Several people are embarrassed and refuse to move.

The man's face was hideous, "What? Not going? ”

As his words fell, several black-clothed old men around him approached step by step.

The threat is obvious, as long as they go, then the fate can be imagined.

Not only them, but the only ones who remained were forced forward.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, this man asked Qiu Yue, Su Zi and others to strike first.

"Are you sure you want us to do it?" Suzi asked.

"I'm sure it's you, don't talk nonsense! grinding and chirping, it is just a woman who looks like a woman, and even the personality is similar. ”

This is the second time!

Qiu Yue, Zhang Sanfeng and others silently prayed for him.

Amen, may the Lord bless him.

Sure enough, this time Su Zi was even more angry.

The smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

The next moment he moved, attacking the barrier strongly.

Rumble!

A flash of fire rose into the sky, and not only that, but it spread outward like a tidal wave.

Before the man could exclaim, he was burned to ashes.

Everything happens in the light of light.

Those old men were even swept away by the runes emitted by the immortal tomb, and their bodies were broken inch by inch.

In an instant, a group of people who were arrogant and domineering before lost more than half.

Su Zi withdrew his hand and shrugged innocently, "You asked me to make a move, it's none of my business." ”

A group of people who are popular want to vomit blood, why is this guy okay, but let someone who didn't make a move at all have an accident.

Moreover, this is too weird, the casualties are all from their side, as if they have eyes.

The only remaining people glared at Su Zi, but they saw that he didn't care about himself.

At this time, the other monks burst into laughter.

I felt a sigh of relief.

Three or four old men stepped forward, and their cultivation was above the late stage of the Nine Rank Great Spirit Master, and two of them had reached the early stage of the First Rank Spirit King.

It is a veritable master.

"You, go again!"

They don't give up, and naturally they are selfish.

There were quite a few casualties among them, and at this time, it was natural to hope that the 'culprit' in their eyes would be reduced to a blood sacrifice.

"Are you sure?"

Su Zi kindly reminded.

This made several old men frown slightly, moved their bodies back, and chose a relatively safe place to stand.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

The coercion of the Yipin Spirit King emanated, with an oppression that could not be resisted.

"Okay, okay, don't regret it."

After saying that, he shot again!

Rumble!

Rune sweep that is more than twice as powerful as before, and has a chaotic aura.

Several elderly people who thought they had retreated to safety were swept away.

One person was killed and one seriously injured.

The few who remained were furious, and they were sure that it was the man who looked more beautiful than a woman, but had a harmless face.

"You did it on purpose!"

They stepped forward, and the murderous aura was not concealed.

The powerful coercion made the surrounding monks tremble.

Then, to their shock, the man in front of them was still looking at them with a light smile.

The smile seemed to be mocking, and every time they looked at it, he smiled brightly.

"A few old people, don't say that, you asked me to come, and I kindly reminded you."

Thinking of Fang Cai's reminder, several old men felt their blood churning.

"Evil obstacles, take your living sacrifice!"

"Oops, don't!"

Su Zi retreated sharply, and rushed towards the immortal tomb with Qiu Yue and his party.

Several old men behind him had cold colors on their faces.

"Hmph, kill yourself."

In their opinion, rushing to the immortal grave at this time is no different from committing suicide.

However, the expected pulp did not happen, and they broke in.

"Not good! They went in and chased! ”

They were shocked, and they spent thousands of efforts to attract thousands of scattered cultivators as sacrifices, how could they let people pick peaches halfway.