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Ji Li looked at the corpses on the ground and their eyes that would not close until death, and murmured to himself, "Yeah, it's really enjoyable"
Li Chuang laughed, shook off the blood on the golden knife, and said to Ji Li, "Let's go, Old Ji, is it time to take the next step?"
Ji Li nodded and looked back at the corpse on the ground. The blood was still flowing and slowly seeping into the gaps in the ground. Ji Li actually only said half of what he said. The other half of what he wanted to say was, This guy B is really scary.
But after all, he has the pride of being a Mahayana monk. He is afraid that this kind of thing will only happen to enemies that he cannot deal with. But he does feel afraid from here. A capable and intelligent person, It's really scary.
The flying sand was flying outside, and it was a mess at the moment. The monks of the Hundred Alliance were dividing the frightened enemies. Some enemies even fled back desperately, trying to find a glimmer of hope.
However, what makes them despair is that no matter it is in the sky, on the ground or under the ground, there are man-eating sand ants controlled by Tu Xiao everywhere. They form a thick line of defense, waiting for their prey to fall into the trap.
A supreme elder of the Nabulu family in the Mahayana period originally hoped to kill everyone here so that he could ask for more chips when the time came to reward him for his merits. However, who would have thought that he would not be able to achieve his feats. The people he brought with him were almost wiped out.
He is running away, and he is running away at all costs, because the person who can restrain him is not here. As a Mahayana, he can build a family again as long as he wants, not to mention that there is a Mahayana younger brother in the Nablu family. Sitting in charge.
As long as he escapes, he and his brother take the family's wealth and hide incognito for eighteen hundred years. By then, the matter in Xizhou will definitely be over. No matter who wins, the eighteen hundred years will be over. Time is enough to integrate other forces.
One thing that is different about Xizhou is that the owner of Xizhou has never been the human race. Therefore, for so many years, I have never heard of any force that can rule the entire Xizhou. The human race is just a corner of Xizhou. .
When everything calmed down, he and his younger brother, two Mahayana stage men, could still control the situation in Xizhou. This was the confidence he had to escape without hesitation. In front of him was a dense swarm of man-eating sand ants. He fiercely He clapped out his palm and shouted, "Go to hell!"
However, the situation he imagined of corpses everywhere did not appear. A huge figure blocked the wind of his palm at this moment, and an extremely rough voice shouted at him, "What do you want to do to my babies?" What?!!"
Before he finished speaking, the supreme elder of the Nablu family saw a huge fist exuding a rich orange color, which rapidly enlarged in his eyes. The terrifying power shook the air around him, and an extremely powerful force shook the air. The smell of danger occupied all the elder's senses.
"No!!!" He let out an angry roar and released the biting wind from both palms at the same time. This was the wind-splitting palm of the Nabulu family. An astonishing cyan whirlwind, like a sharp blade, rolled towards this terrifying fist. .
How could a hasty attack withstand a full-strength blow, not to mention that this was a blow blessed by the power of the Rock Armadillo. The huge orange fist easily tore the biting whirlwind into pieces, just like tearing apart those who followed the wind. Swinging silk is as simple as that.
Then the fist was completely stamped on the body of the supreme elder, and the clear sound of broken bones echoed in the air, followed by a loud noise, like a sack being thrown down from the sky.
A loud bang came from the ground, and a large crater with a diameter of more than dozens of feet was made on the soft sand. The supreme elder of the Nabulu family lay paralyzed like a dead dog. In the center of the pit, his whole body was twitching, and he was about to die.
His whole body was distorted, especially his face, which could now be described as unrecognizable. Tu Xiao looked at his miserable state with a grin, and murmured to himself, "It's a good job to wait and see, it's the one who can come over." Too little."
There were corpses lying around inside and outside Feishadang City. There were monks from the Hundred Alliance and the Shahe Alliance, but more of them were the corpses of the monks from the Nabulu family and other affiliated families.
Huang Zong is like a killing machine, sweeping everything around Feishadang. More than a dozen monks in the integration stage are not enough to step on it, and the sand creations transformed by its breath are even more powerful. Rampage.
Dust was flying outside Feishadang, and the violent sand creations crazily crashed into the enemy on the opposite side. The general manager of the Shahe League, faced with such sand creations who had no idea what death was,There was no one in the city, which made the murderer shake his head frequently, as if he was bored because there was no one to kill. They just swaggered to the bottom of the dungeon and the largest sand boat.
This is the masterpiece of Sha Hao and Huo Qian, but it is also the brainchild of his Zhuoran, but it was unexpectedly taken away by an outside monk. You can imagine how angry he was at the beginning.
And finally everything was under his control, he finally came back, and he wanted to take back everything he lost with his own hands. But just as they were walking towards the teleportation stairs in the back hall, there was a sudden roar, and then There were countless black lights with purple electric light shooting towards them.
At the same time, a voice sounded from the back hall, "The master said someone would come, and you really did not disappoint the master!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com