Chapter 783

Qin Huan stepped out of the dragon city and walked on in the void. Every step of the falling space was slightly distorted. Then his figure disappeared abruptly. When he reappeared, he was far away.

However, Qin Huan had to stop after a quiet moment. He looked up and saw a Taoist standing in the way. He walked on straw sandals and held a bamboo stick. On his hair, there were dewdrops that had never dried up. Looking at the straw sandals and mud, it seemed that he had just come out of a vegetable garden.

If it wasn't for him, he tied a bun at will with a wooden stick. This dark and wrinkled face looks like an old farmer working in the field.

When Qin Huan looked at him, the Taoist also looked up at him, his eyes were bright and sharp, like a meteor across the sky, with a bright moment that people could not look directly at.

Then, with one hand in front of him, he bowed slightly and saluted, "the 39th generation disciple of daomen, Wu ya, has seen the Lord of Longcheng."

Qin Huan frowned. He knew that the Taoist had misunderstood him, but it could not be explained. With the power of the ancient consciousness, his breath is exactly the same now.

"Why did the Taoist stop me?"

Wuya's face shows a trace of helplessness, "in fact, the path is not willing to face the legendary powerful leader of the Dragon City, but in the early years, our daomen line was destroyed by your own hands, and the daomen died and almost broke the orthodoxy. If the path doesn't come today, I'm afraid it's going to be stabbed to the bone by the little ones under the door, so I hesitate to come here again and again. "

Qin Huan understood, "so Taoist, are you going to kill me?"

Wu Ya nodded, "the path is ready to do this. Although it is necessary to take advantage of the danger, if you are allowed to continue to recover your strength, the path may not have the courage to do it."

"Of course, even when you are weak, the path is still uncertain. Today, I may die a lot. If so, I hope you can have a good time. I'm not afraid of your jokes. Although I've lived for a long time, my fear of pain has never been good. "

Qin Huan nodded, "OK, I promise you."

"Wait!" Wu Ya's face is constipated, and the wrinkles on his black face are almost piled up together. "For a character like you, don't you have to say a few words before you go out, such as" how can I help myself? How can I help you "? Why are you so straightforward? I also want to breathe more fresh air when you are talking. "

Qin Huan:

Are you kidding me?!

Wu Ya laughs awkwardly. "I'll make you laugh. OK, the path will not delay your time any more. Then I will take action. "

He was garrulous and very afraid of pain. As soon as Wu ya, who claimed to be a path, gave Qin Huan a cold heart.

A sword light came through the space, so fast that he couldn't even see it clearly. How he did it? The sword light was in front of him.

Apart from being fast, this sword light seems to have no other advantages. The breath is ordinary and there is no sharp breath.

But Qin Huan felt a great threat from this sword, and had no doubt that if he could not block it, it would be enough to cut him in half from head to foot, and then explode into a pool of broken bones and rotten meat.

In terms of Qin Huan's cultivation, facing this sword, we can almost say that the game of his life is over.

Fortunately, he is in a state of opening and hanging. With the power of ancient ethnic consciousness, he can clearly catch the track of this sword.

As long as you can see clearly, it should be OK to block the sword.

So Qin Huan raised his hand and shook it forward, but the simple action emptied the air between the heaven and the earth in a moment, and the violent air burst sounded all over the place. Because the space could not bear the power, it broke in a large area.

That runs through the space, fast to no friend's sword, so it is directly grasped.

Boom -

terror and self explosion appeared, but all the forces were confined between Qin Huan's five fingers, and no one leaked out.

He felt as if he had put a loud but limited artillery barrage through his gloves.

Wuya's mouth, nose and seven orifices are gushing with blood, and tears are pouring into his eyes. "It's painful. It's really painful. Hurry up and let me be free Remember what you promised, it must be crisp! "

Qin Huan pursed his lips and punched.

Dong -

is low and dull. It sounds like a cowhide drum. The whole person flies out of Wuya and his chest is deeply depressed. The brilliance in his eyes faded quickly, and there was a trace of happiness on his face. It seems that he was really afraid of the pain.

Qin Yu shakes his head. He doesn't want to do more unnecessary killing. But Wu Ya has a reason to do it, and he can't be stopped here.

Killing him became the only solution. Qin Huan didn't do much. He walked on.

But not long later, someone blocked the way again. This time, a woman came here. She had a very bold and domineering figure. What should not be revealed in a big red dress was all hidden.

The wind blows the gauze skirt, revealing the white and slender thighs, till the root of the legs, sending waves of tempting powder fragrance."Cluck, you show up here, indicating that the annoying old rag has gone underground to eat earth. Tut Tut, how long ago did the legendary leader of the Dragon City, even in a weak state, have such a terrible power to make people's hearts jump. "

He said with a wink.

Qin Huan's face was expressionless. "Leave, or die."

The woman looked sad. "Am I not beautiful? You are so cruel. "

Qin Huan moved forward step by step, raised his hand and shook it forward. In a flash, the power of terror came, and if the waves came from all directions.

It's strange that the woman didn't dodge and was directly involved in it. Qin Huan's eyes flashed a little surprise, but he didn't hesitate.

Five fingers clenched.

嘭 -

a beautiful woman, together with her red gauze skirt, is torn up by a powerful force. The dancing of flesh and blood gives a strange beauty.

But Qin Huan did not leave. Instead, his face showed some dignified taste.

At the next moment, the helpless voice of the woman rang out, "if it's really a cruel man, you can give me a hand. You don't understand the customs, and you are doomed to be lonely all your life!"

The space is slightly twisted, and a woman with a red skirt appears. She raises her hand and touches her hair. "Hey, you've killed me once, don't you feel a little guilty?"

Qin Huan's eyes fell on the broken meat. It was obvious that the bloody air was not a fantasy. He also looked at the women who were dancing in front of him, and the essence of his eyes disappeared.

With his place as the core, the terrorist forces spread wantonly, the space collapsed and collapsed, covering a hundred miles in a blink of an eye.

"I found you."

Qin Huan suddenly put out his hand and pointed it out like lightning.

The face of the woman in the red dress suddenly changed. She obviously did not expect that her most powerful means would be so easily broken.

Boom -

her body exploded, and her powerful force rushed to Qin Huan, trying to stop him. But she obviously underestimated that even if she lent Qin Huan only a small part of the power possessed by the ancient consciousness, it was not her ability to fight.

In the face of the self explosion, Qin Huan didn't dodge at all. He pointed out a sharp arrow and pierced it instantly.

"Ah!"

The scream suddenly sounded, like holding countless sharp needles, stabbing hard into the head, stirring constantly.

Qin Huan points out a finger, but at the next moment, his speed suddenly increases, he shifts from the original locked position, and points down slightly.

Fingertips feel a little soft, with a light temperature, the next moment the space quickly bulges, like an inflatable balloon.

With the sound of "bang", the space was broken. A sewing doll appeared in Qin Huan's hand.

as pretty as a picture, she was as like as two peas in a row, wearing a long red dress, and the same as the two dead women.

At this moment, the doll that fell in Qin Huan's hand suddenly burst into flames.

The flame is eerie crimson, just like the burning blood. It doesn't radiate any temperature, but it's just endless cold.

On the surface of Qin Huan's palm, it quickly coagulated the bloody ice, and then quickly spread upward.

"Hum!"

With a cold hum, Qin Huan's arm was slightly shaken, and the ice broke instantly.

The blood flame on the surface of the doll seems to fall into a vacuum and quickly extinguish.

His eyes turned, and the sewn face became fresh, full of fear to look at Qin Huan. He cried out, "Lord of the Dragon City, I know I'm wrong. I'm just here on command. I hope you can give me a hand and spare me this time. In return, I'm willing to follow you and serve you!"

Qin Huan said faintly: "give up the body and build it into a puppet body that is almost immortal. You can't count the number of murders. I don't need such a team, so you'd better take it. You deserve it. "

He raised his other hand and pointed it at the center of the doll's brow. There was a "click" and something seemed to break inside.

"No!"

The doll screamed, her beautiful face twisted and her smart eyes filled with fear.

Qin Yusong opens his hand. He turns around and runs away. He can fly far away and scream.

A stream of black smoke came out of the doll and turned into a soul of resentment. They were all beautiful women, but the surface of the soul of resentment was full of cracks. It seemed that after being torn countless times, it was sewn together again, which was weird and terrible.

This group of women complained and worshipped Qin Huan. They turned their heads and frantically rushed to the doll. Their heartbreaking screams sounded, accompanied by the sound of the broken cloth.

"Master help me, master help me!"

Qin Huan looked up and saw the distance. Three lights roared to him. Each of them gave out a powerful breath that made people feel scared.

Shua - as like as two peas of

, the three men, the colourful robes, are red and vermilion, and the beautiful and beautiful are enchanting."Damage my doll."

"Even if you are the Lord of the dragon city."

"Must die, too."

One person one sentence, exactly the same voice, tone, there is no difference, just like a person.

But they were three independent monks. Qin Huan could not be wrong.

I think these three people have cultivated a certain kind of skill of the same origin, which makes them feel so weird.

"Ah!"

The women who tear the doll madly escape in screaming, as if feeling the fatal threat.

"Hum!"

Three people at the same time.

嘭 -

嘭 -

all the ghosts explode directly, and become a large black fog, covering all the areas of realization.

"You set them free."

"Then use their power."

"Kill you here."

In the black fog, there is a sense of terror!