“Remember!”

The blood-colored air column that had not exploded on his body was just a manifestation of his personal knife intention.

After all, he is known as the "God of Killing", and his sword intention is stained with some bloody aura. He cuts out the sword intention and cuts it into silver-white sword energy, which is similar to the same craftsmanship.

But soon, he realized something was wrong.

The blood-red anger that erupted from the body was too solid and even tended to change from gas to thick liquid.

This is not achieved simply by the manifestation of "intention".

This is how to use the mind of the soul!

"I'm not crazy, have you mastered the divine thoughts?"

Now I just want to say one more whistle, Aunt Xiang missed me!

In Yougui Pavilion, the information about the ten-person comrade given by Aunt Xiang did not record this crucial item at all.

Let’s look at the current situation. It seems that he is not crazy and angry. His murderous intent becomes stronger, and his spiritual consciousness can be strengthened even more?

How could this reckless man who was clearly in a violent state to output, in anger him, so that he would be demented by his way of being indifferent, and so as to be as beautiful as the left and right beauty, Rao Yaoyao and others to influence him?

"A collection of excuses..."

All the mistakes are wrong, all the mistakes are in this "Excuses"!

I remembered that Daoqiong Cang could set up the "Danming Site, Xu Xiaoshoujian" in advance in the jade slip.

It is not difficult to see that from the beginning, this jade slip was not intended to make Wei Meng calm and work with Xu Xiaoshou.

The original intention of its birth was to fall into Xu Xiaoshou's hands, and use a knife to kill people - kill the rational and sane Weimai; then use a knife to kill people - let the killing god return to the killing god and kill Xu Xiaoshou!

It is true that the process of replacing the jade slip in the middle was a little tortuous, but the ultimate goal of the old Taoist sausage was achieved. When everyone thought of this, it felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly.

"Daoqiong, you make me sick."

He figured it out.

This matter cannot be dependent on Aunt Xiang.

The God of Killing is not crazy. After all, he was a person from the era of Mr. Yu Tu and has basically never taken action now.

Even if there is something that needs to be settled, it is probably not necessary to let this peerless sword saint use his spiritual thoughts.

Therefore, it is normal for Aunt Xiang not to know this.

I can only say that in order to deal with Xu Xiaoshou, Daoqiongcang made a ruthless move - like a saint in Cen Qiaofu, he would be very excited when he met!

"Huh..."

Under the influence of killing, it seems that he is really crazy.

He held the King of Hell Banquet in his hand, opened his lips and teeth, and spit out a blood-red airflow, his posture extremely relaxed.

The next second, my eyes tightened, and my muscles suddenly tensed.

The broad sword in his hand flipped, and the speed reached its peak. The sword was horizontally wiping towards Mo Mo's white jade neck.

"Go to death!"

The voice is completely crazy!

This knife slashed from the entrance of the corridor toward the giant mural. Its speed was so fast that it cut off the airflow and space that bound the human body, and knocked the Taoist lines into pieces.

A single knife sealed the throat and arrived in an instant.

The idea of ​​killing is given the true redness of the dark blue King of Hell. In Mo Mo's eyes, who is equal to zero in combat consciousness, it is infinitely enlarged.

"careful!"

There was a lot of shock in the void.

The small copper furnace trembled, but Mo Mo's hands were still stable.

Following Xu Xiaoshou into the Ranming site, she had been mentally prepared long before outside Yujing City:

Every battle next time is definitely not something you can deal with by yourself. Xu Xiaoshou's enemies are all old monsters.

Her white skirt is still the same, the ice and snow are peaceful, the space collapses in front of her but the color remains unchanged, and she is not crazy about her left but her eyes are not instant.

The King of Hell's voice was faster than her, and she was as if she had been ahead of time, and her voice was calm and unremitting:

"Feng Yujin saves me."

The hem of the skirt is slightly raised by the gray snow Jasmine.

When the sound was settled, with a bang, the entire space at the entrance of the Ranming site exploded, and endless majestic gray mist surged.

They swept through Mo Mo and supported the white and rich era like lotus.

Mo Mo frowned, and his slightly painful eyes were covered with a light gray ripples, and then a few wisps of gray mist splashed out from his pupils.

"Fengtian Ghost Hand!"

Her high chest thrust out, and a very compressed and condensed gray arm was penetrated from it.

As soon as the strange gray hand came out, he frantically sucked the seal mist that surged out of the space around him, and suddenly pinched the Yan King Banquet that was coming to his throat.

"Pong."

No explosions, no explosions.

Some are just the strange and familiar sound that has been missing for a long time and is familiar to everyone, making people think.

One of the five supreme bodies, the sealed body!

Special attributes that can be sealed even with extended passive skills, seal attributes!

It seems that everyone can think about it now...

He discovered that Tiansang Ling Palace was really a crouching tiger and hidden dragon!

If he had known this information a lot, he would have known how valuable the outer courtyard was to win the championship was, so how could he be sad about not entering the inner courtyard?

——In this, there may be some scheming people who want to take advantage of the situation and make a timely help.

He should have known that the seal attribute has been in the Spirit Palace for so many years, but the outside world has no idea how much information the four sons of the Holy Palace or the Holy Slaveless Slave should have suppressed.

He should have known earlier why the sealed ghost beasts appeared in the sea of ​​prison, and the place he chose to live was the spiritual palace that was most likely to be exposed under the nose of his own holy palace.

Everything has traces to follow.

Now it seems that the cage is in the cage!

"Pongpong..."

A strange sound pulled people's thoughts back.

When I looked again, the half-human-high God-Slaying Order had been put on Mo Mo's back at some point, bound by the sealed mist chain, which looked a little funny.

But it is precisely because of this token that the Holy Emperor Fengtian was sealed Yu Jin and was able to ignore everything in the forbidden barrier in the Ranming site.

The sound of sealing the Holy Holy Thought is very light, but the battle on the spot is extremely manic.

Under the constraints of the Tian Ghost Hand, the King of Hell's invasion was greatly reduced. He failed to throw a head away with one knife as he thought without crazy.

The two are deadlocked!

On the one hand, the past holy emperor who was bound by the body.

On the one hand, the semi-saint who has mastered the divine thoughts is not crazy.

Jinren was still wondering which of these two people would be better, and whether Feng Yujin needed to help himself.

"Rampant!"

He was not crazy or crazy, and he drank words from his mouth.

In an instant, a wave of sword intent surged from behind him, one wave higher than another, and one knife after another.

With these layers of advance, his Hell King Banquet slashed through the Fengtian Ghost Hand with a sound and quickly pushed towards Mo Mo's neck.

"die!"

The murderous intent here surged, and the Gujing opposite was not wavered.

Mo Mo could even lower his head, stare silently at the rupture on his chest, and whisper: "Don't ruin my skirt."

"You still care about the skirt?" Feng Yujin's anger rolled out from her throat:

“Too slow!”

"I have been waiting for you for a century before you call me!"

"Just slower just now, we can meet in hell. Do you really think this old man is easy to deal with?"

"Then you should take action." Mo Mo said as his eyes became ruthless, and a illusory gray fog man leaned back and quickly formed seals with his hands.

"You said it yourself! If you don't call me, I can't come out! Have you forgotten?" Feng Yujin's voice collapsed a little more.

However, as the gray fog man quickly formed a seal, he broke through the Fengtian Ghost Hand with a single sword. He followed the cracks of six ancient doors.

"Reform." Mo Mo's eyes were not in war and he said something lightly.
To be continued...