MTL - Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect-Chapter 3546 3572 Daniel M. Ryan r92.059
Only this, otherwise he would not be able to carry it.
The two forces collided, and the aftermath merged into the seawater beneath them. Like a deep-water bomb, the seawater burst into an instant, creating a black hole several hundred meters deep. Then, the tide surged wildly towards the middle, forming A force of rotation shook them up and took them all the way to the highest point in the sky. A huge water column was roaring and roaring, such as Kowloon sucking water, straight into the sky.
"The impulse will make you pay." Heihe's ancestor's voice also trembled, but still confident in it.
"You melted the three spirits and still couldn't kill me. Isn't that a bit sad?"
Just barely.
The ancestors of the Minghe River were not too scared, but they were almost unable to carry it.
Huh!
A sword suddenly stuck in his back, and a green water burst out.
Ok?
Before the Heihe ancestor came back to God, a powerful force poured into the body along the sword on his back. Although for him, this power was not very powerful, it almost became the last to crush the camel. A straw.
who!
The ancestors of the Styx River turned back in anger and saw the monk of Sibao who was harder than the rock!
A sip of green mucus sprayed towards Sibao and landed on Sihan's Luo Hanjin, with a faint sound of white smoke.
Sibao groaned.
"Can it stand it?" Wu Jiawei's soul asked in the four treasures of the consciousness, while controlling the hand of the four treasures, pulled the long sword across, tearing a larger gap on the back of the ancestor of the Ming River.
"You want to kill me too!"
The ancestors of the Heihe were extremely angry, but they had to resist the power of the yin and yang, and their bodies were entangled by the wind of the Tao. They couldn't open their bodies and spit a mucus at him again.
The mucus is mixed with the **** blood of Mud River. Generally, living creatures will die if they touch it. They ca n’t carry it even if they are deeply cultivated. It is also a treasure of the four treasures of the Luo Han gold. While enduring the light curtain, it still stands up. Mud ancestors mucus.
"My grass, this big spider's sputum is uncomfortable ..." Sibao's soul complained to Wu Jiawei. "I can't stand it for a long time, you hurry up, or you have to die here together."
"I give him a fierce!"
In Wu Jiawei's practice, Xiu was spitting into the body of the ancestors of the Ninghe through the Tibetan sword, searching for his Yuanshen.
"Ok?"
The ancestors of the Styx River were surprised to see his purpose.
"Searching for my god, are you crazy?"
The ancestor of Muhe spit at him again, this time it was not slime, but spider silk, tied the four treasures all over his body, and dragged him by himself.
"Hurry up, I can't stand it, what are you doing, Baimei, this isn't possible!" Sibao cursed, "His primal **** is more powerful than you think. Even if you find it, you can't destroy it, and you will kill yourself. of!"
"How do you know without trying!"
Wu Jiawei's paranoid side was revealed. Under the infiltration of consciousness, Zang Fengjian became one of his hands, searching continuously in the ancestors of Heihe.
Sibao was desperate to resist the spider silk, and was still dragged by. This is his limit. Even if he changed to Dao Feng or Ye Shaoyang, he could not do better than him. After all, Luo Han Jin Shen is almost the best defense spell in the world.
Daofeng also discovered their intentions, exhausted his last strength, and hugged the spiritual body of the ancestor of Heihe, making him unable to move.
All three parties were in extremely painful torment, and then formed a very delicate balance.
It's just that this kind of balance can't be maintained for a long time, it depends on who can persist to the end.
Sibao and Wu Jiawei can run, but now it is too late to run, but at this time Wu Jiawei found the **** of the ancestors of the Minghe River, held it with the tip of the sword, and tried to break it down.
The ancestors of the Styx River are extremely strong.
"Are you alright? I can't stand it!"
"Coming soon ..." Wu Jiawei also insisted.
Puchi
Go in!
Wu Jiawei was ecstatic, and the sharp sword edge finally pierced the barrier of Yuanhe, the ancestor of the Ninghe River, sighed to the end, and then stirred vigorously.
"what……"
The ancestors of the Styx River only felt a whirlwind, moaning in pain.
Ants between these two people!
If it wasn't for coincidence, even if it was a hundred of them, how could they hurt themselves?
Even now, he doesn't want to die in the hands of these two ant-like humans!
The spider silk wrapped around Sibao's body was tightened like a rope, and Luo Hanjin's body appeared cracks and cracks.
"Can't stand it ... Baimei, you go!"
Suddenly a shadow covered the top of his head from above, helping them to block the ubiquitous light curtain, which relieved him some pressure.
Sibao looked up hard and saw two big snakes half hidden in the clouds.
Xiaoqing Xiaobai is here too!
"Can't let you fight alone! Fight!" Xiao Qing lowered her head and chuckled at them, because he was now in the state of deity, and the smile looked a little ridiculous.
Xiaoqing attracted a cloud of rain to block the light curtain for himself and the four treasures underneath him. Although the consumption was huge, it finally gave Sibao and Wu Jiawei a chance to take a breath. Xiaobai took the opportunity to slip beside Daofeng and kept calling his name.
"Do you hear Fengshen, are you okay, don't scare me!"
Xiaobai was almost crying. The Tao wind he saw had become translucent, like a human figure made of powder. There was a light source in the middle, which was the primitive **** of Tao wind.
The golden "powder" was released by his primordial spirit, and then floated continuously to the opposite Muhe ancestor and attached to him.
His primordial **** is so dim that it may go out at any moment.
"Success!"
A loud shout attracted everyone's attention.
With a large stream of green gas emerging from the wound on the big spider, his Yuan Shen was cut off from the middle by the sharp Tibetan sword, and Wu Jiawei was excited.
"Well, the wind is shouting!"
Wu Jiawei pulled the sword hard, and suddenly clicked, Wu Jiawei stared straight at the sword that he had pulled out.
Hidden sword ... broken!
Suddenly he looked up, and a cloud of blood was flying towards himself, too late to react, and before his eyes became dark, he could see nothing.
"Come on ..."
He almost subconsciously earned from Sibao's body and greeted him.
Along with the fragmentation of the old **** of the Minghe River, a group of extremely terrible energy burst out. Sibao and Xiaoqing were shocked without even understanding the situation.
In a way, this turned out to be a great shock wave of good things that directly threw them out of the light curtain.
"Brow!"
Sibao and Xiaoqing got up from the ground, looking for Wu Jiawei's shadow.
Wu Jiawei was still standing in the old place, and his soul was gradually dissipating.
He turned his head arduously, looked over to Sibao, and then, an energy blew his soul away, and the image that finally disappeared was his two thick eyebrows.
