Chapter 234

The monk appeared, which was unexpected, but then there were three sounds.

Li Hao, cangmeng, Wuyuan, also rushed out, into streamer, toward the monk pursuit.

"That's Li Hao. My God, this is a demon. He came to pursue the monk."

"Did the monk take something?"

The crowd screamed, and the crowd was boiling again.

"And who is the man with the knife? He is very big. His speed is not slower than Li Hao."

"My God, that's Cang Meng, Cang family's evil spirit, the sabre skill has been superb."

Another exclaimed.

"There's another one. It's not a monster. Look, there's not much difference between the three."

"I'm not wrong. It's the evil spirit of Wuyuan and Wuzong. My God, the three evil spirits are gathering together and chasing the monk."

Hundreds of monks who had come before had been fooled into the lake by the monks. None of them was alive. For the first time, they saw three demons and were very excited.

"These three evil spirits are born, not chase after Zichen, how to chase up the monk now?"

The evil spirits of the three forces were born in order to kill Zichen, causing a great sensation. Today, they are chasing the monk, which makes people wonder.

"Who knows, maybe this evil monk has done something strange."

"Is it possible that the monk took the ice lotus?"

"It's very likely that the monk's conduct is not good, he has been cheated, abducted and stolen everything. When all the bad things are done, and the good things are not, they appear from the bottom of the lake. It should be that he robbed binglian."

Just as the people were talking about it, the lake surged again, and then a giant appeared. It was ten meters long, with small horns on its head. It just burst out of the lake like a little dragon. It seemed to feel something. It looked up at the air, with a touch of panic in its eyes. However, it turned back and gave out a roar of anger.

"My God, it's a water monster."

"The water monster over 10 meters should be the king of the water monster, which is terrible."

All the onlookers turned pale and stepped back again.

Yu Kong, who is hiding in the dark, is not sure. When he sees his young master, he pursues the monks one after another. They all appear from the dark and turn into a light and rush to the monk.

Six of them disappeared from the sky and were surprised again. You know, they stayed here for a long time, but they didn't find that Yukong was hidden in the dark.

Just when people felt that what happened today was really incredible, there was another explosion on the lake, followed by a golden figure.

It was Zichen. At the moment, his clothes were tattered and tattered, and there were many wounds all over his body. After plundering from the lake, he spat out two mouthfuls of blood.

The cave collapsed, the boulder rolled down, Zichen was directly smashed into a serious injury, even coma in the past, or amo woke him up, and told him that several people had gone after the monk.

Zichen is careful, avoid the big water monster of rage, this just rushed out of the lake.

As soon as his eyes swept, he saw the water stains on the ground, and Zichen knew the monk's escape direction.

"Thank you, monk."

Grinning, once again affected the wound, snatched ice lotus, let the monk back black pot, Zichen was very happy, the sharp pain let him show his teeth, and then flew in the opposite direction.

As for the life and death of the monk, Zichen did not care.

The evil monk was willing to bear the black pot, and he was definitely not kind-hearted. Zichen could also guess that.

"Well... Who is that person? I'm familiar with that person."

"I don't know. It looks familiar. I've seen it somewhere. I just can't remember."

The friars who have not left, after seeing Zichen, are all puzzled.

"He is Zichen. My God, he is still at the bottom of the lake, but why should we abandon him and pursue the monk?"

"Zichen, he is to offend several big forces of Zichen, three evil spirits threatened to kill him for his birth?"

"It's Zichen. I've seen him before. He picked Li fire with an ancient soldier and killed Canghe."

Zichen heard the voice of surprise, but did not stay, faster.

"He appeared from the bottom of the lake, spitting two big mouthfuls of blood. He should have been injured."

"The purple Chen body but has the heavy treasure, now is injured, if meets the big family person, certainly cannot escape to die."

"It's true that Zichen has the treasure of Wuzong and the strongest inheritance of wujizong. It can be said that Zichen is a mobile treasure house."

There are friars talking about it.

"What are you waiting for

A friar reacts to come over, shout a, go after and kill toward Zichen.

"Yes, Zichen has been injured, the strength of ten do not save one, once killed, there must be a great harvest."

"It's a moving treasure house. There are things that big powers envy."

People react to come over, in the heart breed greedy, after a big drink, it is toward the purple Chen to chase and kill at full speed."Kill!"

"Don't let him run."

All along, it is the big force that pursues and kills Zichen, like this kind of scattered repair, or the first time.

They are scattered repair, a group of mobs, although the strength is weak, but they seize the best opportunity to take advantage of Zichen's serious injury.

The sound of breaking the sky behind him kept ringing, and the figures were catching up.

In the process of free cultivation, there are not only strong people, but also the existence of the true Yuan state.

Zichen is seriously injured, even if it is the world's fastest, at the moment, it is also suppressed, the speed is not very fast, and every breath, violent action, Zichen all feel sharp pain.

"Go to hell!"

The sound of breaking the sky was getting closer and closer, and finally a monk caught up with him. A monk of yichongtian had a big drink, holding a heavy hammer in his hand, and smashed it towards Zichen.

The sharp whistling sound was extremely harsh, with a terrible breath. With such a strike, Zichen would not be afraid if it was in its heyday. However, he was seriously injured at the moment. Once hit, he might aggravate his injury.

With a flash of cold light in his hand, the ancient soldier appeared, crossed a silver light and stabbed directly to the front.

"Poof!"

The heavy hammer was like bean curd, which was punctured by a long gun in an instant, and then a spear awn was shot from the gun tip, which pierced the monk's heart.

One strike, kill a strong man of Zhenyuan yichongtian.

Even if it is the purple Chen of serious injury, still strong.

"Wheeze, wheeze!"

Zichen gasps and gasps. The blow just now affects the wound. The wound that is about to be healed flows blood again.

"He's at the end of his tether. He's going to die. We'll do our best." There was a cry and a sign for the crowd to come forward.

"Bang!"

A flash of red light, a sharp blade appears, stabbing at Zichen's heart. The angle is sharp, and the hand is decisive and merciless.

"Shua!"

It's bright and shining. It's a thick blade. It's cut from a distance, and it's full of terror.

"When!"

In Zichen's hand, the spear was like a poisonous dragon. It was pointed on the sharp blade, and the sharp blade broke. At the same time, the spear swept through the monk's body.

"Shua!"

Immediately after the long spear area, the friar was provoked, and was instantly divided into two parts by Dao mang. At the same time, Zichen's spear crossed a silver light, and it was pointed at monk daomang's throat.

Two more people died.

The ancient soldiers are very sharp. Where they pass by, the soldiers break and people die. Almost no one can block the second attack of Zichen.

"Poof!"

The silver light flickered, like the birth of a poisonous dragon. A friar was touched by a spear and shot from the back of his head. He was killed.

"Shua!"

As soon as the sword swept, it fell from the sky like a sharp blade, and a monk was split into two. The scene was bloody.

Strong and fierce fighting power, frighten all people, even if it is seriously injured body, Zichen also told everyone, an inviolable truth.

He swept his eyes, and his face was full of awe. All of them were frightened and retreated to the rear. Zichen succeeded in frightening everyone.

Next to the bloody corpses, are all one hit, is the fundamental deterrent.

"Cough!"

Zichen coughs lightly, the wound worsens again, even the mysterious heart, at the moment, it is too late to recover, a mouthful of blood spits out, Zichen's face is white again.

"He is at the end of his tether, and the opportunity is in front of him. If he withdraws now, he will not be struck by thunder and lightning in the future."

"The inheritance treasure is in front of us. I have it in the world. If I don't spell it, I still have to live a mediocre life."

The sound of demagogue sounded again in the crowd.

"I am a small person, no one pays attention to me, and my strength is low. If I kill Zichen today and get inheritance, I will become famous from now on. This is an opportunity."

A congenital friar appeared with a long knife in his hand and walked out of the crowd.

This guy seems to be a gambler. He dares to appear with a knife in his early days and gambles on his own life.

"I'm a nobody, too."

Another person out, the appearance is ordinary, there is no strange place, the strength is stronger than gamblers, congenital mid-term.

"I'll spell it, too." Another man appeared.

"Zichen is seriously injured today. If you don't spell it, you will regret your whole life in the future."

"If you win, you'll be honored and respected by the world. If you lose, you'll be a life, and then you'll be a hero twenty years later."

The voice of extreme provocation rings again, and is full of all kinds of demagogues, which makes people excited.

"Kill!"

And out of a few friars, all want to be in Zichen body, fight for a world of glory and wealth.

Zichen didn't open his mouth. These people were either gamblers or had been hoodwinked by greed. It was useless to explain again. Only by fighting.

Live is the winner, and die out.

"Kill!"

With a big drink, the army formed by gamblers and greed rushed to Zichen again, and the opportunity to kill was awe inspiring.Zichen stands with a gun and his eyes are cold. He doesn't know how to shoot, but he can kill people. He moves with a long gun, like a poisonous snake, fierce and swift.

"Poof!"

One hit, one kill.

The first one to die is the gambler, who has no chance of winning in the first place, but he has to take his life.

"Peng!"

The spear vibrates, like a dragon going out to sea, bringing up a large amount of silver light, and it is the two people who have become the ghost under the gun.

These people are crazy, intrepid with death, or at this moment, one by one their brains are filled with blood, do not know what death is.

Under the ancient soldiers, there is no soul, all are dead.

"Poof!"

The last man fell in front of the rifle.

At the moment, in front of Zichen, more than ten corpses have fallen down. He stands with a gun, his eyes are merciless, and his posture is great.

In front of us, there are many monks, and the demagogues have not appeared.

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