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"Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng!"

The skin, muscles, and bones of this monk in Tsing Yi's whole body were all in full bloom like peach blossoms, and then burst open!

The blood mist mixed with the fragments of red sè's muscles flew all over the sky, staining a large area of the palace walls and the ground red.

The blood mist dissipated slightly, and the Tsing Yi monk named Hua Situ, who was in Nikaji's mouth, was left with only a broken bone shelf, and on the bone shelf, there were still many white bone peach blossoms.

However, the area above his neck remained intact and undamaged.

A face that was originally quite upright has been completely distorted in pain at the moment, and its mouth is hissing and sucking, but it can't say half a sentence - the lungs and trachea have all turned into peach blossoms and exploded, where can I still say half a sentence.

However, the monks who have entered the foundation building period have a much stronger vitality than ordinary people, and already have the function of fetal breathing, that is, breathing through pores.

Therefore, this fellow named Hua Stu could not die for a while, and his expression was distorted to bear this indescribable pain.

"How does it taste, little pussy, it's a pity, your mana is not as hard as your mouth, and if you have a kind of ghost, you will come to me, I will put your ghost on the karmic fire for generations, and you will suffer from the karmic fire to refine the soul, and you will never be able to turn over!"

Qian Xing smirked at Hua Stu, who had turned into a skeleton. I can't get my mouth up now.

Seeing this guy who dares to spit on himself suffers like this. I read the book (Zhai) Qian Xing is satisfied. It was as if the master was killed and hated by the Xuantian Sect. That's just a slight lightening.

Turning his head to look at the top of the tunnel. Tightly closed white marble sculpture. A sky full of gems adorns the doors of the ground floor. A grim smile crossed Qian Xing's mouth. Wave your left hand for a while. Several jade-like rays of light and shadow crossed by.

"Boom! Suddenly it fell to the ground in pieces.

Inside the door. A luxuriously large bed was revealed. Next to the big bed. Standing was a man dressed in a yellow sè dragon robe. Crowned land. A middle-aged man with a majestic temperament. Middle-aged man next to him. The two dressed hurriedly put them on. A few chūn light leaks out of the beautiful woman. I am hugging each other. Shivering. Three people next to each other. There are also a few palace maids dressed as pretty girls. With frightened eyes, too. Look out the door.

This middle-aged man in a crown and a yellow robe. It is the goal of Qian Xing's trip. The king of Southern Qi, Xia Zhuguo, is undoubtedly there.

And the two unneatly dressed beautiful women, judging by their dress, may be the king's concubine.

"Ahh

A frightened scream of a woman sounded in the king's bedroom, which had been bombarded by the Dao Law, and the voice was so sharp. It is enough for the armor soldiers guarding the palace wall outside to hear it clearly!

Hua Situ was miserable and fell in the eyes of a few people indoors, this Xia Zhuguo, his face suddenly turned pale, but. The temperament cultivated by his long-term career as a king still made him restrain himself and did not make a sound.

And the two beautiful concubines and palace maids, where have they seen such a tragic situation, especially Hua Stu's painful eyes, which shows that he still has a breath and is still very sober.

Immediately the women all hugged each other and screamed as hard as they could.

"Lord Xia, you are so relaxed. **Yes. Still playing three horses here? I really admire it, what. You're still satisfied with the fate of your subordinates, if you don't want to end up in the same fate as him, hand over the first half of Otogi Divine Thunder to me!"

Qian Xing didn't want to talk nonsense, and after a few words of threat, he bluntly asked Xia Zhuguo to hand over the first half of the cultivation method of Yimu Shenlei!

"You-you're from Qingyimen?you, you're a fugitive from Qingyimen?"

It is worthy of being a king for so long, as soon as Lao Qian opened his mouth about the purpose of this trip, King Xia Zhuguo, the master of Xuantianmen, immediately thought of the most likely identity of the person who came-Mi Lan, a fugitive from Qingyimen.

Since the death of the iron plate Daoist, Qian Xing has disappeared, and Qingyimen, under the orders of Jiaolong Daoren, has always claimed that Qian Xing is a fugitive from Qingyimen.

It's okay not to say this, but as soon as you say this, Lao Qian's heart hates the guts.

At this time, a group of about 20 people burned bronze armor, shouting the slogan "Protect the king!" and rushed from the top of the passage—the corner of the passage, along with the room at the corner, had long been flattened by the chaotic Dao, and the corner no longer existed, and the entire passage could be seen at a glance.

"I don't know whether to live or die garbage ants, give me death!"

Old Qian sneered, and shook the golden snake sword in his right hand!

The two small eight-fold swords exploded side by side, pushing towards this team of bronze burners.

When Qian Xing came in before, in order to save mana, he used the part of the transformation and turned his left hand into a claw.

At this moment, Qian Xing's two swords, which had advanced to the eightfold petals, exploded, just like two bulldozers, bulldozing a row of scarecrows.

Although these armorers waved the weapons in their hands, emitting various attack energies like a blizzard, but in front of this eightfold sword explosion, it was useless, as long as they were hit by this eightfold sword explosion, the thighs of these armorers, together with the burning bronze armor on their bodies, immediately turned into fragments that were rushing towards the rear!

On the way to the advancement of the two eightfold sword explosions, the sky was full of blood waves! In the blood waves, mixed with countless fragments of burning copper armor, a few blinks of kung fu, these twenty or so people, there were already sixteen or seventeen people, under the eightfold sword explosions advancing side by side, they became minced meat and copper.

The remaining six people finally became frightened, and they all hid towards the dilapidated palace houses on both sides.

They are also living people, although there are many people, but they are not such a way to die.

Seeing that these two eightfold swords exploded, and there were still four petals left, they rushed towards the door of the Qinghai Palace.

"Boom!" is like a silver sè flower the size of a house, at the gate of Qinghai Palace, facing these two eightfold swords bursting into bloom!

The countless silver sè starlight in the sky slammed on the sword explosion with only four petals left, and the two sword blasts that were about to continue to move forward finally died together with the starlight full of silver sè in the sky!