"Here you go!" the bull-headed horse-faced demon was furious, and threw the magic pen and silk handkerchief to the overhaul, "You come to draw!"

The overhaul was trembling at the beginning, holding a pen in one hand and a silk handkerchief in the other, not daring to move the pen, and after the bull-headed horse-faced demon snapped him a few whips, he let go, wiped his tears, and said in his heart: "Left and right are a death, since he wants me to write, then write!"

Carefully wipe off the long vertical at the moment, but follow the rune veins on the silk handkerchief, and slowly start writing.

As soon as he wrote a short section, he was bleeding.

Holding this special magic pen and writing runes, you can't help but flow out of your heart.

Even the bull-headed horse-faced demons, who were a hundred times stronger than his cultivation, had to be careful at all times, and replenish themselves with elixir and spiritual food at any time, otherwise it would also damage the soul.

And this human race overhaul, where does he have that ability and treatment? Not to mention that his body is tired and half dead, his soul was also sucked half dead by the bull-headed horse-faced demon.

If it is difficult to live, and if you want to die, how can you not die?

The Terran overhaul had only written half a word, and his emaciated body clicked, and he only felt pain in his heart.

He wanted to put down the magic pen and rest for a while, but he was whipped twice by the bull-headed horse-faced demon, so he had to stiffen up and continue to write with the pen, but he only wrote half a small horizontal, and his body exploded with a bang, only to startle the blood flowers in the sky, and there were one or two broken white bones, splashing out in all directions......

The middle-aged man who turned into a shapeshifter shook his head and sighed, "Half-bull demon, why are you so aggressive?"

The half-bull demon sneered: "Hehe, old crooked, you don't pretend to be garlic with me, I don't know about other people's little ninety-nine, don't you know yet?"

"You've beaten them all to death, who's going to work? are you?" shouted the old man with his crooked feet.

The half-bull demon still sneered, "Don't talk about the cool words, if you don't want them to die, why don't you let them stop and rest?"

"Hmph!" the old man didn't speak, and after half a sound, he slowly spoke, "Didn't he write it for you?

"Hehe!" The half-bull demon sneered again and again, these big demons who are responsible for writing runes are all big demons who have entered the fairy dust from the outside world through the natural loopholes on the side of the seventh building, not local demons, and the big demon in charge is the seventh big demon, the two sides have joined forces to establish a transmission door here, but there is no difference between master and servant, just a cooperative relationship.

Therefore, they are not afraid of anyone.

The old crooked kid is a big demon who has been cultivated by a "mountain called a donkey", with a brutal temperament, and a good woman, in the past few days, all the major repairs that have been rested are all women.

Therefore, what the bull-headed and horse-faced demon said was not bad, those two Terran overhauls, no matter how hard they tried, they would not be able to get a chance to breathe, because that did not exist in the first place.

They are not nobody, how can the "mountain call the donkey" give them a holiday, so their fate is to be exhausted and pulled down.

In fact, which of these captives who came to overhaul the big demon is not exhausted and pulled down?

The half-bull demon continued to write, and when he was tired, he took a rest, adjusted his breathing, and then when he was tired, he took a top-grade tonic elixir, although this kind of top-grade elixir was not a top-grade in their world, or even inferior to the lower grade, but in the fairy dust, it was already a superb product in the top grade.

The reason is very simple, the aura and immortal qi on the side of Xianchen are abundant, so even if there is no elixir, you can still have a fast cultivation speed.

Therefore, the cultivators of Immortal Dust were not very dependent on the elixir.

If you don't rely on it, no one will work it, and if you don't work hard, it will lead to Xianchen's alchemy technology, which is much weaker than those worlds that need to rely on pills to support the path of cultivation.

This led to the fact that the low-grade elixirs on the side of the bull-headed horse-faced demon could all be defined as top-grade in Xianchen.

A faltering female monk, along with two other men and two women, carried a square jeweled pole and walked slowly.

It's just that when I was about to reach the huge building, I suddenly felt a tingling pain in my chest, and the pain was heartbreaking.

She endured it, wanting not to bother her companions, because she knew that once she let go, the remaining four people would feel very difficult, and it was very likely that they would not be able to withstand the pressure and throw the jewel pole to the ground.

No matter whether it is good or bad, once the bar hits the ground, the remaining four people will have to suffer and not be killed, but it is not much better.

Sneer~sneer......

Just when she was hesitating to speak, her stomach suddenly swelled, and the clothes on her chest were torn, and the pain was heartbreaking.

After a lot of hard work, I finally screamed.

Immediately after, another mouthful of blood spilled out.

The gentleman's stomach swelled and broke his clothes, and then there was another bang, and his belly was burst, which frightened the other four people for a moment.

I saw that in her belly, something shaped like a python and like a maggot, wriggling wildly, eating away at her spirit, a mess, like twine, and much thicker than twine.

Poor female cultivator, heart-wrenching pain, still carrying the pole weighing hundreds of millions of catties vigorously, letting that thing eat herself frantically.

For the sake of his companions, he may also know that he is about to die.

The remaining four people hurriedly worked together, put the pole on the ground, and then came to check on her injuries.

A handsome male cultivator, originally dressed in a snow-white robe, he was contaminated red by blood, and he was tired, and he couldn't support the four words of fairy wind bones.

The nun was his immortal companion, and the worms in her stomach were wriggling wildly, obviously caused by parasitism.

He didn't know what the nun had been through, only that she had a day off yesterday.

"What's going on? How can this be?" asked the handsome male cultivator in a soft voice with tears streaming down his face.

The female cultivator didn't look at him facelessly, only looked at the remaining two female cultivators softly, and said in a low voice: "If any of the big demons in charge let you rest, you must not, you would rather die of exhaustion, and never be like me......"

Immediately after, she reached out and reluctantly grabbed her male partner, a pair of bloodstained hands, held them tightly together, and finally whispered: "I, I...... I'm sorry for you. ”

"Ruoyi, hold on, I will definitely have a way to save you!" The handsome male cultivator couldn't cry, and suddenly became a half-human and half-beast, holding the female cultivator's hand with one hand, and grabbing the "roundworm" in the female cultivator's stomach with the other, and said fiercely: "I fought with them." ”

"Brave the spirit, don't ......" the female cultivator who was beaten to death shook her head desperately.

Bang, the whip that broke through the air slammed the male cultivator's back, making him grin in pain, and there was an angry shout from the distance: "Why don't you go to work quickly?"

Although this whip is not like a half-bull demon, it can directly consume people's souls and affect the physical strength of others, but it can make people miserable.

The male cultivator endured the pain, stood up, turned his head, and went to the depths of the void, shouting angrily, seeing the old man swaggering towards him, anger rose from his heart, evil was born from the liver and gall, and he wanted to rush up immediately and tear it to pieces.

The old man sneered, "What's the matter, do you want to find death? Hehe! The big demon of our seventh building never cares about the lives of you inferior monks!"

The half-orc male cultivator shook his leopard-shaped head and stepped back slightly.

The attentive nun had noticed that his legs were trembling.

Once upon a time, in a large array full of blood rain, he was so brave, not afraid of life and death, thinking about it later, he was probably because he had a split body outside, so he was not afraid of death, at least the clone was still alive.

But this time it's different!

The big demons of the seventh building, when they caught them to be coolies, had already taken the lead in breaking his clone, so he no longer had the confidence to be afraid of life and death.

Sadly, the person who betrayed the position of this male cultivator's doppelganger was none other than his precious son.

It's a pity that even now, they don't know that their precious son has deceived them.

However, in fact, it doesn't matter, it's better to not know than to know, how much sadness is saved?

The leopard-headed half-demon male cultivator looked back at the female cultivator, still reluctant to leave two tears, and then strode towards the jewel bar, and the remaining three could only look at the dying female cultivator.

The old man turned his head to look at the female cultivator, with a playful smile on his face, he just liked to play with women in the palm of his hand, not only to play with them, but also to play with them to death......

In her belly, the huge "roundworm" is its seed, its offspring, and it wants to make her suffer before she dies.

There was only unwillingness and guilt left in her eyes, and she whispered: "If it's not him standing here...... It's not him, it's it, it's that little waste, how will it choose? Although I know that with its little ability, even here, it can't change anything, but after all, it's like a big hero......"

"No, it'...... But the descendants of the Phoenix Clan!"

"I don't know why? Suddenly...... I miss it so much......"

Her vision was blurred, but she was still muttering softly.

Finally, in her confused vision, she saw a big demon.

It looks like a chicken, with blue tail feathers that flutter in the wind.

It was huge, several feet high, and it was no longer swords, or swords, because it didn't feel necessary.

"Diao Ruoyi, live!"

When that familiar and funny voice came into her ears, her spirit surged violently, and the scene in front of her became a little clearer.

"Blue Feather......! It's really Blue Feather. ”