Screaming, scurrying, rolling, whistling down.

Zhuang Puxiang suddenly became a little flustered, you know, this is three or four hundred zhang in the sky.

I'm afraid I'll fall into a meatloaf if I really fall.

He roared and threw a rope into the sky towards Xiao Qiyue's flying eagle.

However, how could Xiao Qiyue let him succeed.

Sitting on the flying eagle, his hands snapped down like a wave of water, the air wave churned, and the rope flew diagonally to the side of the air wave.

"Boy, you want to die together!" Zhuang Puxiang called Jin Yan Luo without losing his name, and roared wildly, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

He kicked his feet the frantic flying eagle, and immediately used the power of the flying eagle's counterattack to bounce up and rush towards Xiao Qiyue.

In the air, the 'Golden Bow of Destroying the Earth' fired three arrows in succession.

Three golden rays came in the air, too fast.

The flying eagle of Jinyiwei is also too big, how can it flash.

As a result, the porphyry snorted a few times and was hit by an arrow, and as a result, the flying eagle also fell down with a scream.

However, Xiao Qiyue was also angry.

When Zhuang Puxiang's last arrow was shot, a handful of glutinous rice was given on his head, and the talisman exploded, in order to buffer the power of this handful, with a bang, Zhuang Puxiang had to destroy ten percent of the gang qi to resist.

In this way, the fight fell down quickly.

"Hahaha, boy, it's not bad to be able to pull a cushion on your back before you die. At least, the old man has lived a few decades longer than you, and he won't lose anything!" Zhuang Puxiang laughed murderously.

He hurriedly stripped off his robe and stretched it out, wanting to be a kite to ease the speed of his body falling, but a few cold rays flashed on his head, and the robe was suddenly cut into several pieces by the Heavenly Demon Blade.

"Xiao'er, I won't let you go if I'm a ghost!" Zhuang Puxiang shouted in despair, the robe that leaked the wind didn't matter at all, and there was a small black spot left in an instant.

The little guy quickly flew to Xiao Qiyue's feet and let it step on it, but the little guy was still too small after all, and it struggled to stir its wings, but it still couldn't bear Xiao Qiyue's weight, and only eased the speed of its fall a little.

If you fall like this, you will have to fall half-crippled if you don't die.

Just now, Zhuang Puxiang's flying eagle suddenly went crazy because he was attacked by the little guy, his eyes were bitten blind, and his neck was also bitten, and the poison attacked, which was naturally very painful, and of course he went crazy.

In fact, when surrounded by three people, Xiao Qiyue quietly released the flying centipede.

The body of the flying centipede that came out did not swell, coupled with the sound of the wind in the air and the floating clouds, Zhuang Puxiang was self-righteous again, and he looked down on Xiao Qiyue at all.

When I saw Xiao Qiyue, I felt that my nephew Zhuang Lixu was a little exaggerated and made a big fuss.

Such a weak island, just send someone down to clean it up.

As for the other worshipper in the village, he thought that he had been conspired against by other masters.

And Zhuang Li sent himself down, which is simply a 'big gun stabbing mosquitoes', how would he think that the boat capsized in the gutter.

Xiao Qiyue quickly took out the corpse gel, and the black and white popularity line pierced into it, and immediately resonated with the corpse gel.

Soon, the corpse glue was opened, like a paraglider as thin as silkworm wings opened.

Coupled with the force of the flying centipede under his feet, Xiao Qiyue found that he was only thirty zhang high from the ground.

This guy hurriedly destroyed all his qi and floated sideways to the left and right, trying to relieve the pressure of falling vertically.

However, it is too close to the ground at the moment.

Moreover, the place where it landed was still a strange stone and dog's tooth.

The sharp rock was standing up to the sky, and if it was smashed on it, it would definitely poke out a few bloody holes all over the body.

"Hahaha, Huangquan Road is not lonely!" Zhuang Puxiang's dark laughter came from under a tree in the distance.

The guy was spitting blood and laughing, his face was gone, one eye hanging from a leaf, the other still in his socket.

The body just smashed on a big tree, and the branches of the big tree had already been scraped so that there were only a few pieces of flesh and bones left.

The whole person is a skeleton that has been skinned alive, and it looks like it can scare people to death.

At this moment, Xiao Qiyue's causal courtyard suddenly shook.

As if the causal eye was suddenly magnified countless times, Xiao Qiyue strangely discovered some details of the stroke in the air.

In this wind belt, there is actually a 'wind' bubbling up, and the 'wind' points to its own side and left.

In Xiao Qiyue's cognition, as long as the 'popularity' is consistent with himself, he is agreeing with himself.

Then does this 'wind' refer to the direction of this wind at this moment?

'Wind' also has an idea?

This guy didn't have time to think about it, and subconsciously struck hard to the right side.

When the qi was flying, he was hit by the force of the wind, and his body suddenly twisted to the left side.

At an instant when he was only about five or six feet away from the ground, Xiao Qiyue's body was actually synchronized with the 'wind' direction.

Suddenly, Xiao Qiyue felt his body float upward, as if he had been pushed by some inexplicable air current.

The body rolled sideways a few times with the wind, and because of the 'corpse gel' on his head, his body actually hit the giant tree that had broken a lot of branches for Zhuang Puxiang.

In a shrill friction sound, Xiao Qiyue finally rolled and fell to the ground.

Although he suffered skin trauma, at least, his life is still alive.

"God, this is not fair! not fair!" Zhuang Puxiang screamed angrily, opening his mouth and spurting out a large mouthful of blood.

"Hehe, old thief Zhuang, you are dead, the master is not dead, this is the principle of heaven.

I also want to tell you that Mirror Moon Villa has repeatedly tried to kill me, and I, Xiao Qiyue, am not a Bodhisattva.

You go to hell first and wait, I will send them down one by one to accompany you, including your wife and children, as well as Zhuang Lixu, the owner of the village, and so on.

Am I Xiao Qiyue a good person?

You don't have to thank me, please call me 'Live July'. Xiao Qiyue walked up to him and said with a gloomy smile.

"No...... No...... Don't ......" Zhuang Puxiang shook his skinless and fleshless head.

"You don't want it, I want it!"

Porphyry!

Zhuang Puxiang spurted out the last mouthful of blood, his body softened, and his head hung down.

Xiao Qiyue had already figured out the Luobao copper coin and was ready at any time, wanting to capture Zhuang Puxiang's soul.

However, it has been a long time and nothing has been noticed.

After searching carefully for a while, I didn't find a treasure like 'Corpse Mind Glue' that could hide the soul.

Actually, Xiao Qiyue didn't want to think about it.

Even the corpse is a rare treasure, and it takes a lot of effort to form it under extremely rare circumstances, how can there be so many in this world?

Xiao Qiyue didn't understand, he didn't know much about the soul at present.

No one knows whether there is an underworld in this world, and whether there are six reincarnations.

However, Xiao Qiyue had a faint feeling of the power of heavenly reincarnation once or twice before.

It's just that this time it was too calm. It is very likely that Zhuang Puxiang's soul was directly destroyed.

Fortune from the dead!