Chapter 90

The river waves in the highland of nearly ten meters soar. Without the momentum of Li Qingchen, they fall straight to the land transformed by imorton, which can make a tornado.

Some of the river water collided with the tornado, and some were swept away by the strong wind, but some were integrated into the yellow sand.

Slowly, more and more water merged into the wind, but the tornado slowly changed, and the wind broke and contracted.

Finally, with another wave, imorton could no longer maintain the form of the tornado, turned into a human form and fell to the ground again.

At this time, the ground was wet, and standing in the puddle, it was like a drowned chicken.

"Asshole!" emodon wiped his face and ran into the river, his tone filled with repressed anger. In the past 3000 years, besides being executed by the Pharaoh, he has never been so embarrassed.

At this time, Li Qingchen is making up his estate. After a battle with imorton, the devil and the Holy Spirit consume tools to make up for the enemy. Although it may be better than the opponent, imorton makes up for the dead. The Dharma is almost endless. Generally speaking, Li Qingchen is still in a weak position.

Unless we find a way to really hurt imorton.

Now, there is no need to fight again.

With a complicated face, yimorton, Li Qingchen lost his feet in the air, and then pushed forward. He swept away to the edge.

"Imorton, the holy urn of ansuna and the black Scripture of the dead. If you still want to revive your daughter, remember to ensure the safety of Evelyn, O'Connor and Jonathan! Otherwise, you won't want to see ansuna again in your life!"

Li Qingchen's shadow disappeared and then remained in the night sky. An echo echoed through the wharf.

"Call -"

Li Qingchen's words spread to imoden's ears. When listening to the "black Scripture of the dead" and ansuna's land, his face changed. He was breathless and gloomy, but he didn't catch up with Li Qingchen.

After this battle, Li Qingchen's land is very strong, and it is absolutely necessary to make up for it. If you don't make up for the death, I'm afraid to make

Li Qingchen galloped all the way back to the hotel and resumed his thinking.

"The real people are one line worse than me, but they have to make up for the dead. What about making up for the estate?"

"If you make up for your geographical advantage once, the end really makes up for the estate. Bang, it's almost endless. The real world is stronger than me!" Li Qingchen rubbed the ring and said to himself.

"Well, the recent experience of mending and mending the desert! Once you let him grasp the advantages of the battlefield, it's really dangerous. Alas, let him stay on the Bank of the Nile!"

Without a definite assurance, Li Qingchen wants to pay him again.

……

A night without words, a night without sleep.

Li Qingchen thought about how to really eliminate imorton. Which one can make up for the real bug. All body and ground injuries are exempted. Unless you touch the soul field, otherwise

A week later.

Hamnat, the stone chamber.

"Hey, O'Connor, how long are we going to stay? It's almost a week!" Jonathan patted. He didn't build a dungeon made of sand. He was listless.

"Make up your knowledge! What kind of monster is going to take care of us all our lives!"

"Hey, bu ho is so pessimistic, Li is still out! I believe he will save us!" Evelyn cheered.

"Oh, come on, Eve, haven't you heard from any monster that Li Qingchen was beaten away!" Jonathan bared his teeth.

"What do we think? When we were caught, we saw the shadow of others!"

“……”

Far from the prison, there is another stone hall.

Imoden sat high on the stone seat and asked, "Benny, do you have any news about Li Diyu?"

"Yes, I am a landlord," Benny said with a flattering smile. "Who will stay and make up for it, and then disappear and make up for it two times?"

"Make up for it!" imoden frowned when he heard the speech, and his face was a little embarrassed.

Li Qingchen needs the "holy Urn" and the "black Scripture of the dead" most. If Li Qingchen hides it in an iron box, he is not sure to find Li Qingchen.

Thinking for a while, imoden's face became more and more comfortable. Finally, I saw him. I decided to "Teng" like a man. I stood up, leaned back, and sang a spell. Inexplicably, the breath filled the whole hamnat.

"Ow --"

"Roar..."

As soon as the spell fell, a roar came from the ground, and then more and more cries rang out.

Then the whole labyrinth, one by one, mummies stood up from the ground, from the stone wall and from the coffin, and gathered at the stone hall where yimorton was again.

In the hall, nearly a hundred mummies stood, and imorton stood on the throne and issued an order: "go, those who follow have a breath, find other landlords, and come back and inform me!"

With an order, the mummies were immediately howling, and the people were coaxed away.

"Emmerton, do you want to find me again?" Li Qingchen asked with a smile from the corner of the mummy.

"Make you? What do you think?!"

Yimorton's pupil shrinks, and some people dare to believe that there is no Li Qingchen.

Ho knows Ho, and then desert Ho, there is home advantage. Imorton makes it absolutely stronger than Li Qingchen. In addition, to make up for the death, even if yimorton is willing to keep Li Qingchen and make up for the difficult things.

"Yes, make me!" Li Qingchen took a "holy Urn" and nodded: "I know what you think again. Am I afraid of death? Right!"

"To tell you the truth, I don't know how to bear the burden, because I believe that ansuna's killing you is more important than killing me." Li Qingchen looked pale.

"What do you want to say?" asked imorton, with a gloomy face.

Li Qingchen said he was right. He really dares to move. Ansuna's position is even more important than her life.

Fruit! Li Qingchen raised his mouth and said, "I'm here to gamble with you!"

"Bet! What bet?" asked imorton.

"Well, it's a 'holy urn'. How about it? I think you should be happy, right?" Li Qingchen shook it and shook it to the 'holy urn', determined.

"Holy urn?" imorton looked at Li Qingchen and asked, "how do you bet?"

Li Qingchen put the holy urn in the corner and said, "well, once we compare the skills, once, how about we come to melee?"

"Melee? Hahaha!" imoden smiled at the speech. "Are you sure? I can make up for the death, and you have no chance of winning!"

Li Qingchen made the corners of his mouth raise inexplicably, "why do you mend? Although you mend the dead, I mend the weak! How can you win? You take away the 'holy urn'; if you lose, continue to let me go and say that I will come to you again!"

"Remember, you have to use any method!"