Chapter 2236

Name:Storm of Kings Author:Gu Jianfeng
"No!"

Seeing that the three pointed two blade knife pierced Baozhuang's body, Bai Xiaoqing broke out.

Queshan is dead, Bai du'ai is dead, and four great men are dead. These people are monks of the same period who lived together for nearly ten years.

Although it is necessary to guard against people, in a closed environment, we have been together for ten years. Even if we don't face each other day and night, we can be regarded as looking up and looking down.

However, they all felt pain and indignation because of the tragic sacrifice of the sheep head monster in front of them.

If his sister is also reaped by the monster in front of him, then he does not know how to live.

He has only one family member left in the world. Isn't his hard work just to let his sister live happily?

At this moment, if you don't try your best, if you don't deflate your life, you'll lose all the meaning of living.

This is probably his obsession!

However, Bai du'ai failed in promotion because his obsession was not strong enough.

"Ah, ah, ah, kill, kill!" Bai Xiaoqing's life is burning wildly, and the huge real power is injected into the hourglass. Suddenly, it turns black and white within three li.

At this moment, Yang Er Lang seemed to be still, but his eyes twinkled, which seemed to break through the normal sense of time limit. He reflected black and white into his eyes and outlined the sudden explosion figure.

"Asshole, damn it, my body suffered a heavy injury, I can see him in time, but I can't keep up with my eyes." Yang Er Lang knew it was not good, and roared in his mind: "Erlang God's eye!"

In the hum, a shadow reverses the return of time.

It was the third eye that he let go. He had already fixed his eyes on the sparrow hawk, but he had to fly back to rescue him.

"How fast Bai Xiaoqing felt the change. He knew that it was better to attack first, and then suffer disaster. So he raised his sword.

The five elements power makes a towering sword stele. Countless fine jadeite feathers are attached to the blade of the sword. When the sword goes down, it cuts both the body and the God. In addition, it seems to travel through time. It is a rare blow in the ranks.

"Click..."

The electric light overflowed everywhere, and the blade cut through Yang Erlang's body.

The huge sheep horn fragment, the forehead vertical eye roars the bleeding light, Yang Erlang can no longer maintain the human form, turned into a huge to terrible black goat.

"Baa!" Strange calls set off a wave of sound.

He has not suffered such a heavy blow since he became a Taoist priest. Today, he must trample the kid under the iron hoof, otherwise he will not know where to put his face.

"Not dead?" Bai Xiaoqing's face was pale. The blow had drained him of all his strength. At the moment, he felt that every cell in his body was crying with pain. If the enemy was still alive, his brother and sister would die.

"Hum..." Yang Er Lang shows his true body. He is just about to use his magic power. He never wants to see a red light on his forehead.

"Poof..." Three inch magnificent, such as treasure demon blood spray on the ground, Yang Er Lang saw this scene slightly stunned, immediately roared: "pain death I also!"

It's not a physical pain, it's a mental pain.

The vertical eye on his forehead had already broken in two and extended to the deep of his mind. However, he did not want to believe it. He just wanted to step on the iron hoof to wipe out the remnant human youth in front of him.

However, to die is to die. From mind to body, the great terror of stripping life is on the side of the body.

"No way. You're just a product in the middle of the world, and I'm about to step into the invincible existence of the demon saint. I'm the demon king who is about to compose the myth. How can I be killed?" Not willing to roar, but the sound waves are heavy and lax, such a powerful demon clan can no longer maintain the body, the flesh and blood layer by layer collapsed, becoming a huge meat mountain.

Until this moment, Bai Xiaoqing just relaxed, fell to the ground and gasped violently.

To his dismay, he came at a gallop with breath.

First of all, the breath of those demon clans, including the demon king who was killed before, although everything was normal, felt that they were inhaled into the mouth, and instantly evolved into some kind of force towards the top of the head.

Then, Bai du'ai and other dead brothers turn into indescribable breath, which finally converges towards the top of the head.

Finally, there is the huge demon corpse in front of me, and I take a red light with my breath. When this group of red light rises, thousands of lights and shadows flash in my mind, and there is a sense in the dark.

Bai Xiaoqing looked at her sister, who was in a hurry to get close to her. There was a black air over her head. At the moment, she quickly pulled away. When she got close to her, she immediately changed. A small red bud appeared on her head.

Seeing this kind of scene, my heart immediately had some enlightenment.

"This is the appearance of fate. When the black air is shrouded, there must be a crisis of life and death. Fortunately, she got out of the difficulty by chance, and the twig on the top of my sister's head began to grow vigorously! I just don't know what's going on over my head. " At this point, Bai Xiaoqing was seriously injured and fainted again.

"Brother..." Bai Xiaozhuo was shocked and used her half pulse cutting technique to feel her brother's injury, and her face became dignified."It's such a serious injury that even my accomplishments have regressed. I need to find a quiet place to heal."

"Back to the shrine, such injuries can only be recuperated with the help of the shrine."

Thinking of this, Bai Xiaozhuo picked up his brother and flew to the shrine.

When she arrived at the scene of the war, she could not help but feel relieved. The shrine did not go deep into the ground, but still stood in the center of the battlefield.

According to the introduction of other temple friars, they feel that they do not have enough practice, so they can follow the shrine for many times. However, the auxiliary ability of the shrine exists in the ceiling, and it can be regarded as the upper limit if it is promoted to one grade of Zhongsheng like my brother.

"Another ten years! There are no three or four years of rest for such injuries. Basically, there is no need to consider recovery. " When Bai Xiaoqing fell on the steps, he saw a figure floating on the left side, which was the embarrassed sparrow hawk.

"I'm so injured that I can only come back and repair it for another ten years." The sparrow Hill hawk looks dejected.

"Good!" Bai Xiaozhuo nods, waiting for the next "student" in the shrine. Maybe he can collect the corpse of Yang Erlang during this period

The situation reflected on Zhou lie's chessboard, and some more profound changes took place.

"The Lord of time has survived a disaster and has been able to protect himself. Although he saw through some changes of fate, he chose the power of time as the power to change the destiny. What about fate? Where is the man who really has the ability to change destiny and become the protector of destiny? I thought this man was Bai Xiaoqing before, but he was not selected by the higher destiny. Can't even I survey him thoroughly? "

Thinking of this, Zhou lie picked up a black chess piece, thought for a long time and clapped it in front of Bai Xiaoqing, who represented Bai Xiaoqing. He said in his mouth: "time implies to you that it is auspicious or ominous in the fleeting years. Your wisdom makes you understand that there should be another exit in life, just like the mighty torrent. Besides the dream, there is music, which opens into a mysterious flower and entices you Smell the fragrance... "

"Boom..." A group of men and horses are galloping on the Mufeng plain in the face of bad weather, and their direction is to cross the shrine of a war.

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