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Separation is also affectionate -

Twenty days have passed in a flash.

On the last day of the twentieth day, Wu Potian woke up from the fixed situation on time as if someone had reminded him.

When his blood-red eyes, which had been closed for twenty days, opened again, the blood light was suddenly vigorous, and the light was shining, and between the opening and closing of his eyes, two hundred-foot-long blood-colored beams flew out, and the two soft sounds of "snort" sounded, and the light beam actually knocked out two deep holes in the air in front of him, and disappeared for a long time.

This is the result of the blood red beam firing too fast, and after suddenly breaking through the air, the air is strongly squeezed and makes a detonation, and it is too late to recover automatically.

At the moment when the hole completely disappeared, the light in his bloody eyes also disappeared without a trace, and the aura of a hegemon was completely hidden, without the demeanor and momentum of a martial arts master, just like an ordinary young man next door.

can instantly restrain a strong coercion and aura so cleanly and thoroughly. It seems that these twenty days of practice. Wu Potian's skill is extraordinary. The harvest is certainly not small.

After hiding his breath, he stretched out his arms, kicked his legs, which had not moved for twenty days, and moved the joints of his body, and suddenly, a bell like a chime rang on his joints.

Ice muscles, copper heads, jade bones, sound like chimes, blood like mercury slurry, ghosts and gods escape, it seems that Wu Potian has almost cultivated into a realm of condensation like frost. If the physical body is cultivated to the realm of Dacheng, which is like frost, then it is almost immortal, and the bones can be reborn, and the severed limbs will be renewed.

After moving for a while, he felt that he had really made great progress through twenty days of practice, no matter what aspect he had, he was much more transparent than before, and now he had a clear mind and full of confidence.

"Ah......h

Comfortable and comfortable, he couldn't help but let out a clear whistle. Suddenly, the whole body was refreshed, and the spirit trick in his hand was pinched. The air around him fluttered slightly, like a leisurely walk, and disappeared from the white Baizhang lotus stone in an instant.

Hiss......

This guy has really made great progress, his actions are leisurely and casual, and he doesn't even have half a trace of spiritual power, but his speed has reached the peak of his life.

Although the person is gone, the sound of the whistling still reverberates in the space for a long time, as if he is still howling here......

Today is a very special day!

The most annoying dark organization in the Flying Feather Continent, the Netherworld Alliance, agreed to come to the Evil God Temple to meet with the acting hall master, Zheng Congwen.

And Wu Potian's purpose is to take advantage of this opportunity to eradicate the hall master of the Zheng Dynasty and his dead friends in one fell swoop, get rid of his general backstage, the Immortal God Emperor, purify the Evil God Temple, and disrupt the conspiracy layout of the Netherworld Alliance's attempt to encroach and embezzle.

Therefore, today will be a day of demons dancing, and it is also a good season for the birth of a generation of heroes.

Perhaps, a life-and-death battle could happen at any time.

In fact, Wu Potian from Huaxia doesn't like to fight, let alone kill, but since he came to this world of bird power, every step he takes forward seems to be stepping on someone else's corpse.

This situation made him very tired and helpless!

Therefore, on the way to the main hall of the evil god, he also prayed silently: "I hope there will be no blood today, and no one will die!"

But will his wish really come true?

Maybe......

But the heavens do not obey people's wishes, and just as he was about to approach the main hall of the evil god, a charming and familiar cry for help came from the main hall of the evil god, and then a noisy sound covered up the special sound just now.

Hey......

Although they are still far from each other, Wu Potian, who has long been deaf and clear-sighted, sighed lightly and whispered in his mouth:

"Hey, isn't that the voice of Meng Ying, a charming girl with a beautiful country and a young man's heart?

Wait, it was a cry for help just now, could it be ......"

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, he was suspicious in his heart, his mind was racing, and the purple-blue soul spear in his eyebrows automatically spun up.

Wisps of dark blue soul silk were like a net from heaven and earth, and in less than a few breaths, they covered every corner of the Evil God Temple.

Oh, his face changed abruptly, his murderous intent flashed, and he snorted coldly in his mouth: "Master Zheng Shaodian, you are doing death! People are doing it, the sky is watching, there are too many evils, one day you will have to pay it back, hum, it seems that the day you repay your debts is today!"

Before the words were spoken, his people had disappeared in place, and he didn't know if he had disappeared from the air or from the ground?

Now he has cultivated to a state where his actions are like electricity, silent, and thousands of miles between his thoughts.

It seems that these 20 days of retreat and enlightenment have been very successful and will have a profound impact on his life.

The next moment, his person also quietly appeared in the room of the Lord of the Young Hall of Zheng Shao, and what made his eyes tear was that at this moment, Meng Ying had been tied to a carved bed by the Lord of the Young Hall of Zheng with five flowers.

On the carved bed, Mengying's pair of **** is wide open, her upper body is half naked, and most of her proud fullness has been exposed to the air, towering, pink, white, soft, and extremely attractive......

Beautiful, so beautiful, especially now......

Wu Potian, who has always been full of concentration, couldn't help but stagnate after seeing this boundless scene of spring, and quickly turned his blood pupils, his heart was pounding, even if he silently recited the heart mantra, he couldn't calm the evil fire that was ignited.

This Meng Ying is a generation of stunners, and she has a charming female skill, her posture is enchanting, she is full of brilliance, and she is born with a smile and a smile, which makes Wu Potian's eyes red and red, and he almost made a fool, he scolded in his heart:

"Ah, what is this girl doing?"

It was already very unbearable, and Meng Ying's cherry lips blocked by red silk made a vague "hmm" sound, the voice was extremely ambiguous, and the open **** wanted to break free from the barbaric shackles, and writhed exaggeratedly......

At this moment, the Lord of Zheng Shaodian was opening the claws of Lushan that were trembling violently, wanting to cover the fullness of the pair of tombs.

Now he was short of breath, trembling, red-faced, and his eyes glowing an unusually red, like a hungry wolf with a hungry half-moon pounced on the food in front of him......

He stammered indistinctly, "My little... Beauty... Beauty, old... Lao Tzu thought... Do you want to... Think... Think... It's been five years, and today ......"

Seeing that the number one beauty in this evil god temple was about to be swallowed by the hungry ghost in the color of the hall master of the Zheng Dynasty.

"Humph!"

At this critical moment, Wu Potian, who had finally returned to normal, snorted coldly, and his hair penetrated into the soul of the Lord of the Young Hall of Zheng Shao:

"Die!"

The hungry wolf who was about to pounce on the delicacy, the hall master of Zheng Shao, heard such a murderous word "death", and immediately trembled all over, and his whole body was cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar in the cold winter.

He glared furiously, and shouted in exasperation:

"Who is it?!"

Although the hall master Zheng Shao was shouting angrily, his eyes were still reluctant to take his eyes off Meng Ying's white and pink bewitching body.

He thought that who was joking with him, but this was the main hall of the Evil God Temple, and it had always been the territory of their father and son, so no one dared to pretend to be a ghost in front of his Zheng Shao Hall Master?

Provoked by the cold, murderous word "death", the hall master Zheng Shao, who finally figured it out, suddenly turned his head to look: an ordinary young man, his face was full of murderous energy, a pair of bloody eyes like cold lightning pierced his heart, and there was a cold evil smile on the corner of his mouth......

His face changed suddenly, and he suddenly shouted:

"Who are you?

"Hmph, death is your only choice, even if the king of heaven comes today, he can't save you, the young hall master of the straw bale, you have done too many evils, what are you doing alive?"

", who doesn't want to live?!"

"You!"

After saying this word, Wu Potian's face turned cold, and he suddenly made a move, and a thin line of purple and gold escaped from the tips of his fingers.

Before the Lord of Zheng Shaodian didn't even have time to think of hiding, the clothes on his body fell off one by one, and the blood lines all over his body oozed out quickly......

When the purple-gold thread returned to Wu Potian's hand, the hall master of the Zheng Dynasty had been shattered into countless corpses, and the blood foam and flesh all over the ground and the smell of blood made Meng Ying on the bed vomit suddenly.

Wu Potian didn't bother to look at the dead corpses on the ground, but with a wave of his hand, the restraints of Meng Ying's whole body were miraculously released, and her whole body suddenly relaxed, and she suddenly jumped off the bed and continued to vomit in the ground.

As soon as the vomiting was discharged, her demon body wrapped around Wu Potian's body like an octopus, and she snorted in her mouth: "Stinky boy, if you are one step too late, you can only see Ying'er's body, hmm... Hmmm......"

Wu Potian was innocently surprised by Meng Ying's actions, he frowned slightly, and thought to himself in his heart: No, what's wrong with this girl?

It is true that he has a good impression of Mengying, and in the year since he left, he often recalled her seductive body, but the relationship between them is superior, but they are not ambiguous to this extent, could it be that this girl has amnesia, or is her brain abnormal?

With full suspicion, he was about to ask about the situation when suddenly there was a loud bang, and the door was rudely slammed open.

Moreover, the door did not fall to the ground, but swirled towards the room, carrying an incomparably strong qi, and a huge wave of qi surging towards the bodies of the two like a frenzy.

It seems that this is the master of the main hall who has come to the door...... (To be continued.) )