Chapter 5672

He turned pale with fright, and the whole man trembled to step back.

But he was firmly imprisoned on the spot.

The expression on his face was so painful that he hissed and howled.

"Look at his hands." He Weiping couldn't help exclaiming.

When they looked in the direction he pointed, they saw the western region cultivator, and his hands turned red.

It's like baking on a hot fire. It's so red and hot that it's amazing.

Everyone could not help shivering, and then found a more strange scene.

The blood between the hands of the man seemed to be boiling. It flowed rapidly in the blood vessels. With the sucking of the hilt, the blood on the hands of the western region cultivator seemed to be being inhaled by the sword.

His hands are like the bark that dries up quickly, and he is suddenly emaciated.

The whole face showed a look of fright and loss of color. With a painful twist of his head, he exclaimed, "help me, help me!"

"It's terrible." Several nuns reached out to cover their faces, trying to suppress the feeling of tumbling in their stomachs.

The people in front of me are really sick.

He lost blood so quickly that his whole arm became a dry and dead tree, and it was completely soft.

But his hands were still holding the hilt.

There are various expressions of regret, anger, disappointment and fear on his face.

All of a sudden, a long sword flew over the heads of the people, straight to the man, "whoosh" and cut off her arms.

"Ah!" The monks in the western regions screamed and fell to the ground.

The tree took his son's hand and stepped back a little.

I saw the western imperial master and his party come forward quickly. They looked around and fixed their eyes on the man who was rapidly aging and whose face was as dry as bark.

"Lord, Lord! Help me, help me. "

The Western monarch glanced up and down at him with a compassionate expression, "you are dying."

Most of the blood in this man's body has been hollowed out, and he can't live at all.

Even if he cut off his arms with one sword and let him leave the strange stone tablet, it's a pity that he can't live.

"No, Yuzhu, Yuzhu, I still don't want to die."

The Western emperor was quite impressed with this man. In the first 200 trials, his accomplishments were excellent.

It's a pity that he followed the wrong team and the wrong person, which is the result of his betrayal of the western regions.

"Mrs. Mo, my man died under your eyes, shouldn't you give me a statement?" The Western emperor ignored the dying cultivator, turned his head and looked at the tree. He started to ask questions.

"What do you want to say?" Ink lotus comes slowly.

Duanyue and taohuashenzun are walking on his side. They are looking up and down at the Western emperor.

With a low head, he was flapping his wings excitedly, stopping and walking for a while, running twice for a while, circling around the three people, happy as a fairy.

When the Western emperor saw them, he had some fear in his eyes.

After all, these young people are the kind of people who can't even see their accomplishments.

Strength should not be underestimated!

It's not easy to offend.

But now, if we don't take this opportunity to ask them for compensation, it seems that we can't make it.

Therefore, he cast an eye to the southern imperial master around him.

The southern imperial master raised his big red lips and could not help humming.

When she's stupid?

If he looks at the Western emperor, she will have to jump out and summon him?

Dream.