On the contrary, he stood up from the ground, and in the "three disgusted pupils" raised high, the three gray flowers turned rapidly, and tears of blood flowed from his eyes.

No one of the two men with masks of the King of Hell dared to look directly into his eyes.

"Who exactly are you?"

Jiang Xian seemed to be exhausted, but he still continued to question sternly:

"It is impossible for the Holy Slave to possess the 'Flower Immortal Eyes'. The storyteller has not only cut off the path, but has already survived the nine-death thunder catastrophe. However, there is no aura of disaster in your body, as if you have not survived a single catastrophe."

Looking away from the storyteller, Jiang Xian looked at the cyan masked man, and then shouted: "With tears flowing, it is even more impossible to achieve Zhenzhan Dao!"

Two major slashing ways...

Xu Xiaoshou was also stunned.

The power of the illusion affected his mental judgment, and he was unable to see the Taoist aura of the two kings of hell at the first time.

But at this time, the hypothetical storyteller just covered his mouth and smiled sweetly: "I am a storyteller, what are you doubting? Otherwise, you should show your last trump card. Where is your icon? I have been waiting for a long time.

~"

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Xian suddenly raised his head and laughed wildly, then stopped laughing and said in a ferocious voice: "You dare to touch me, but you don't dare to kill me. Aren't you just afraid of being traced by the Holy Power? But if you don't kill me tonight, you won't be able to get Sanyan Tongmu."

,Hahaha……"

He is laughing wildly.

The two opponents in the Yama mask were completely unmoved and undisturbed by their smiles.

Xu Xiaoshou was alert, and suddenly saw Jiang Xian smiling, calling out a drop of golden blood from the ring, and was about to swallow it.

This drop of blood only appeared for a moment, and the heaven and earth shook, the lines in the void cracked, and thunder appeared in the nine heavens.

"Holy blood!"

Xu Xiaoshou's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart tensed to the extreme. He realized that this was the essence and blood of a semi-saint, containing the great power of the Great Dao.

However, the man in the mask of Yama seems to have been prepared for it.

But Jiang Xian's holy blood came out.

Standing behind him, his eyes suddenly opened with a pair of fake tears that never made a sound.

What he saw through "perception" was that the pupils in his eyes were very strange, with one green and one orange oval double pupil overlapping each other, crossing to form a "ten".

"Nirvana!"

Fake tears are flowing in two lines and one word is spoken, blood bursts out of the eyes, the body is like a lightning strike, and blood spurts out of the mouth.

Then I saw the vision of heaven and earth suddenly stop at this moment.

The thunder ceased, and the void pattern also ceased.

And the drop of holy blood that tried to fly from the ring to Jiang Xian's mouth was actually destroyed on the spot and turned into nothingness by the power of the strange eye technique.

"Disappeared..." Xu Xiaoshou was frightened.

This power is actually similar to his disappearing technique.

Those two lines of fake tears had been guarding against Jiang Xian's holy blood with Zhan Dao's quick reflexes.

The pupil power acting on the holy blood has no other purpose than to prevent Jiang Xian from swallowing it.

Its form of expression is to destroy the holy blood through the air at a certain price!

"Is this how these people play?"

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Chapter completed!