Museum of Demons Chapter 891

The tall man looked at the rebellious young man in red armor, and felt that the opponent's strength was nothing but the level of an ordinary mountain god. kill.

It's just that the swordsman said this matter with certainty, and the tall man pondered for a while. Seeing that the young man's strength was not strong and his background was ordinary, he frowned: "Why can't you kill?"

The swordsman smashed the young man's chest with a punch, causing the young general to be speechless for a while in pain. Cold sweat oozes out of his forehead, and he withdrew his gaze just now, his face expressionless:

"His name is Huo Qubing, from the Yuxu Sect."

"Jade Void Gate

The tall man murmured these four words and understood the concerns of his teammates——

Anyone who kills others will kill them, but Yuxu's family, but Yuxu's family, is the disciple of the top ten peak disciples who are good at the way of cause and effect. At this moment, it's okay to cover up with turbid air. If you kill him, you will definitely be noticed. , will expose yourself, and will expose the aura of yourself and others in the Qing Dynasty in advance.

Therefore it cannot be killed.

It is difficult to even contaminate the true spirit with turbid air. This also means that the death of the original true spirit will lead to [causal] awareness. At this time, the tall man really feels the concepts of causality and heavenly secrets. Why? Same level as [Fate]

Well, he I understand, what about the rest?"

"So many, are all the so-called Yuxu people?!"

He raised his eyes and swept his eyes sharply in front of him. Behind the teenager, there were 'people' in ragged clothes. Their bodies were sealed by layers of formations. The number of slaves numbered in the hundreds.

He realized that if there were only two of them, the old one and the youngest, it would be a big deal to take them away directly, and it would not be a good idea, but there are hundreds of people here, and there are various races, which is enough to say that it is a burden. "Kill them all."

The swordsman was silent, and a sword energy suddenly popped out, reflecting left and right.

So it can be clearly seen that the Qi Qi of the young general and the Qi Qi of these hundreds of ragged slave-like people directly merge into one. It is a military battle formation of the only human race. Said: "I have tried it."

"After catching them, he has always resonated with this batch of Beihai-born spiritual machines."

"It's a strange formation that spreads the fatal damage equally."

"And this guy's strength is actually low-medium among these people. If he wants to kill them, he will be the first to die."

The young general sneered at them with contempt.

The swordsman suddenly made a move, and the sword in his hand smashed heavily on the head of the young general, causing a ferocious wound on his head. The teenager's injury became more and more serious, but such a heavy injury did not interrupt the connection between the air and the machine.

Only the hundreds of Beihai elites stood silently.

Some people couldn't bear it, and took half a step forward, but the young general raised his eyes and stared at him coldly. So I can only slowly withdraw my right foot.

"Humph! It's a thorn!"

The swordsman slashed the scabbard on the young general's face, blood spattered, and the young man was beaten staggered, only spitting out **** saliva, his expression gloomy and rebellious, and sneered: "Yo, didn't you eat? That's all. Strength?!"

"My little lady beat me harder than you." The swordsman looked ashen.

Holding the hilt of the sword, I can't wait to kill this kid with a sword.

In the end, it just kicked heavily on his chest, kicked the armor made by the top craftsman in the world and the Beihai craftsman Fu Ce out of a large crack, and the whole person flew backwards, smashed into the formation, his face was painful, - wiped Red flew out from the middle of the armor of the juvenile general

Huo Qubing's face changed, and he subconsciously rushed to grab it back. But a foot directly stepped on his arm.

The tall man leaned over, picked up what he wanted to take back, and saw that it was a flag, slightly dark red, surrounded by black borders, with large characters written on it in a simple way—[Han ].

"give me back!"

Huo Qubing roared in a low voice.

"Hmph, it's just a few hundred pieces of trash, take them all with you.

The tall man sneered and shook his hand, the Dahan military flag was thrown down, and then when Huo Qubing went to **** it, he stepped on the only remaining one, which was handed over to Huo Qubing by Wei Qing in those days. Dirty blood and mud, crushed hard.

Finally, with anger, Huo Qubing was smashed out with majestic energy, and his face was gloomy:

"When the time comes, drive them to the front and use them as bait and cannon fodder." "There are only a few hundred mortals, what's the use?!"

Fu Xiu turned around, strode away, and after a short while, he threw the old man over there, and the old man scolded, seeing the young generals over there, and seeing the hundreds of Beihai Ruishi silent, guarding the young man. in the middle.

If it wasn't for Huo Qubing during this period, they would basically all be killed.

They could only watch the young general being tortured.

The pools have the blood of the gods, the water, and the transformation of the beasts, but at this moment they are silently watching the people who were put in, and even said that they are always watching those turbid gods and demons with such calm and repressed eyes. .

Like lava flowing under the ice.

Only the sound of breathing and the subtle sound of the chains shaking.

The silent and chilling air was flowing like a stream of water. Emperor Zhang shrank his neck and was about to speak with a dry smile, when he saw the young man over there staggering to his feet, picked up the flag, and held it in his arms. He lowered his head, and suddenly said for a while, "Master, you were also arrested?"

"Yeah, sigh, it's all because of the ignorance, that slap is really merciless."

Emperor Zhuo complained angrily.

Finally, I looked at the chains of suppressing power on my body, but I was only frustrated.

There is no way to do it. Back then, the only thing left was the power of the auxiliary category [Embodied Transformation]. This thing and Laohu's [Refining the Fake Real] teamed up, there are still some means, but they can be separated. It's rude to come.

At least not good at attacking.

NND, if you have the ability to be old and inexperienced, you will be beaten to death.

I've been wise all my life, I've been wise all my life, I don't know how much fun I've watched, I didn't expect that, I didn't expect that in the end, I would become a fun man.

But it's better not to notice me at all. die?

Can!

Be fun? No way!

Become fun and get ridiculed by ignorance and ignorance?

Then I have to crawl out even if I die!

The young man smiled and said, "Why don't we join forces? These people seem to be planning to do something." The emperor hesitated, and felt that those turbid gods and demons regarded him as cannon fodder, because I don't think there will be any more waves, so I don't care what I'm talking about, I calm down and muttered:

"It can be but how? How many people do you have?"

Huo Qubing lowered his eyes, looking at the battle flag in his hand that was smeared with blood and mud.

When it was handed to me by my uncle back then, this battle flag was as blazing as the flames of the Han Dynasty. At that time, he led the 800 gallant cavalry riders. At this moment, all the old people have passed away, and the memories of those days are only me and this-- An old battle flag.

And in the memory, the radiance of Yan Han only exists here, and his voice is hoarse.

road:

"It was originally a thousand cavalry." "I now have eight hundred light cavalry."

Behind him, the 800 Beihai elites who were arrogant and unconvinced towards him led the army silently. They all stepped forward half a step together. The chilling air of the army was smothered in the silence. It was connected to the youth's qi machine. In the heavy air, there seemed to be a red dragon. Rising behind him.

A fierce flaming man.

"Anyone can fight to the death."

Emperor Zhu looked at the suffocating aura that seemed to be real, and muttered to himself:.

Who said that the transfiguration must be flesh and blood?

"I think there is a way

The boy looked at the battle flag, folded it carefully, and placed it in his arms near the heart.

Uncle, the battle flag of the big man will definitely fly.

On the graves of you gang of pickled junkies JL!

Wei Yuan rubbed his brows, packed up the scrolls in his hand, and put them on the cabinet.

Looking at the blue sky outside, all the cracks in the mountains and seas that once existed have been smoothed out. He drank the milk tea next to him and bit the paper straw. Originally, he still had a lot of things to do, and he needed to try to wake up Chi Youhe. Xingtian's body needs to go to Tushan, but now it is suppressed.

Temporarily dragged back.

Even Zhu Jiuyin didn't know what to do, and couldn't get in touch for a while. Therefore, there is no way to fish out Xing Tian Chiyou's battle spirit.

He looked at the Chang'an sword still in its sheath.

Put your own killing intent, anger, and evil spirits on it.

This is a very simple way of raising sword power. He was very familiar with it when he was in the Tang Dynasty. It was originally used as a killer move, but later he found out that the monsters and ghosts he encountered along the way to the west were military strongmen. Under the water mill stick, there are simply four characters, all beings are equal.

Later, the monk disappeared.

This was originally intended to help the monk to raise his sword, but the ranger at that time found that there was no enemy worthy of using this trick, even if it was the so-called Yuanchen. God, it's just a sword thing.

Possessing strength to raise swords is just boring.

Now that Wei Yuan's appetite has grown so much, the breakfast is just tofu brains, fried dough sticks, tea eggs, and so on. During breakfast, Wei Yuan casually told Jue that he had something to do today.

If you are interested in teaching the Fa at Buzhou Mountain, you can also go there.

The Great Wilderness Emperor Jun came up from the stars, looked down at the outside world on Tiandi Mountain, and looked back at King Yu Si Wenming. The latter is in good spirits now, and he has a taste of immortality and immortality. King Yu raised his eyebrows and said. : "Are you going out?" "Yes."

"To fight?"

"perhaps."

Di Jun was noncommittal, and said flatly: "I want to see the quality first." "As for Si Wenming, I want you to help me with one thing." "Help me to test cooking skills with someone. "

"Test your cooking skills?!"

King Yu was startled for a moment, then he was overjoyed and laughed heartily: "Hahaha, finally someone can appreciate Lao Tzu, ahem, appreciate my cooking skills, Di Jun, you are a discerning person! You are this!" King Yu gave a thumbs up, then pointed at himself, and said, "I'll tell you."

"We have walked through countless human settlements in the Three Realms and Eight Wastelands.

"A Yuan and I have teamed up with cooking skills. It's called a quack kill, and everything I eat is dumped. It's praised everywhere!"

A Yuan is in charge of praise, and mine is in charge of random killings. A Yuan is in charge of cooking, and I am in charge of Gaga.

Di Jun looked indifferent and said: "Then, this seat will look forward to it."

Pao stepped out of Tiandi Mountain, walked down the heaven, and walked in the great wilderness.

But at this time ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Uncle Buzhou is walking barefoot, next to Zhaoyang, who is Nuwa's ten intestines. He is the water **** Gonggong who just got out of trouble and has not recovered his heyday, and the girl in white with amnesia. , and under the Great Wild West Pole, Chu Ming also stepped out of his palace.

The goal of all the gods, and even the goal of all living beings in the wilderness is one————

Tianzhu is not Zhoushan!

And this time,

The white-haired Taoist walked out of the museum.

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