The Return of the City’s Cultivation

In front of Xiao Zhengfan's group, stood a three-meter-tall giant. On top of the giant's head, a half-horribly green body appeared ghostly. The body was a bull head and a horse head. It was the male and female Chaluo.

With a scornful smile, they seemed to have taken everyone in front of them. In front of them, there were more than a dozen coffins. Each of them was filled with red traces, as if they were caught by blood. The coffins are four or five meters long. Most of them are Buried in the ground, only a section of the ground is exposed.

Not only Ren Qingxian was coerced, but Tai Dingzhi and others were also threatened with magic weapons by Xiao Zhengfan and Banyue Palace. Xiao Zhengfan's hideous facial features were distorted, and his eyes were full of fear. He scolded, "Go ahead, hurry up!"

Everyone had large and small wounds, their clothes were in bad condition, and the gray-headed people looked very embarrassed. Taiding exclaimed in a hurry, "You are letting us die!"

"Send to death?" Xiao Zhengfan gritted his teeth, "We have had more than a dozen people dead in Half Moon Palace, and it is your turn. If you dare not go up, I will let you die now!"

Ye Tian saw that there were only a dozen people left in the Banyue Palace, but Chen Wuji was missing among Ge Yuan's friends. Ye Tian's heart sank. What happened to Chen Wuji? Without the second result, he must be dead, his heart burst into anger, and he blamed himself a little bit more.

At this moment, Ye Tianyin did not appear in the air.

Xiao Zhengfan and the Banyue Palace and the others lost only one of the eighth-level heartbreakers. The magic weapon was superb and murderous, and aimed at Ren Qingxian and the others.

Ren Qingxian gritted his teeth, "Okay, let's go!"

Gong Shaluo laughed like a blower, and said to Xiao Zhengfan, "Vicious boy, do you betray your companions to survive?"

Xiao Zhengfan didn't know how powerful the monsters were before him. He actually laughed and put on a begging face, "This big...sir, I will dedicate them to you, can you spare me a few times and let us do it? Leaving from death to inseparable."

"Haha, this kid is going to make a deal with us!" Mother Chaluo "chichi" smiled, her voice harsh as a glass.

Xiao Nuan was furious and retorted his brother, "How can you betray your companions! Are you still my brother? You are a wolf in sheep's clothing!"

Xiao Zhengfan's eyes rounded, and he slapped Xiao An's face with a "slap" slap, "You idiot, I am saving you, dare not to be obedient, and I will dedicate you to this adult today."

Xiao Zhengfan's eyes were red. I don't know if the monster in front of him scared him, or was eroded by the Yin Qi. At this moment, he, in order to survive by any means, his own sister can also hand it over, completely losing his mind.

Xiao Anun didn't seem to believe that his elder brother would say such a thing. He was stunned on the spot, tears welling up from his eyes.

Gong Shaluo shouted, "You kid, you really don't recognize it, but...I like it. People like you are suitable for survival."

Xiao Zhengfan was overjoyed, Ren Qingxian and others shuddered. They looked at the male and female Shaluo, who laughed wildly, "As a reward for you..."

Ren Qingxian and the others mentioned their throat with a heart, and Xiao Zhengfan's eyes beamed with joy. Waiting for it to follow, can he escape?

"I'll be your opponent and kill you kid with my own hands. This is your glory. Other people... naturally can't let go of them, but just let my little thing do it."

Xiao Zhengfan fell into the abyss, his body "peddled" back two steps, the flesh on his face couldn't help trembling, "You...you..."

The battle was about to start. Male and female Zaluo didn't give him a chance to speak at all. He lifted his steps and walked towards Xiao Zhengfan. The mace was resting on the ground, and a **** trace was drawn. They seemed to be slow and fast. In the blink of an eye, they were already Several meters away from Xiao Zhengfan, Xiao Zhengfan's soul was frightened, and his opponent cried out, "Stop them, stop them!"

His five eighth-level hearts are all his confidantes. They are obedient, overcoming fear, yelling, and killing side by side. At the moment of close combat, the male chaluo is clumsy and clumsy, and his left hand brings the whistling wind. One person, just a flower in front of his eyes, with a huge pain in his head and a horror in his heart, found that his head was grabbed by the male fork. The male fork lifted the person in the air and slammed it into the ground. There was a loud bang to the ground. The flying stone splashed, and a good person was actually smashed into pieces by it in the ground, and the blood was blasted on the faces of other people, making everyone's legs soft and unable to use their strength.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Zhengfan yelled in fear, shot his body into the air, and fled into the distance.

Gong Shaluo glanced, no matter how he cares, he set his gaze on the eighth-level hearts in front of him, roared, his mace slammed into the ground with a "boom", "Taste the **** of infinite hell." Right."

With the mace as the center, within a radius of fifty meters, it suddenly becomes a blood pool tumbling with scarlet blood. Black and black chains with thick arms are born out of the air for no reason, like a python that is too thunderous to cover its ears. The limbs of a few people suddenly stretched straight, and they stretched a few people into a large font. They hung over a dozen centimeters above the blood pool. In the blood pool, heads appeared in the form of evil spirits, stretched out their dry claws, and grabbed them. The person's body was immediately left with shocking bloodstains, but in the blink of an eye, the whole body was dripping with blood, full of shocking wounds.

The crowd screamed again and again, and the facial features were twisted together, and it was painful as if the muscles and flesh were torn apart and put into the red charcoal.

Mother Chaluo kept looking at Xiao Zhengfan who was fleeing in the sky, and laughed, "Can you escape?"

It slowly raised the steel fork in his hand, looking at Xiao Zhengfan who was about to flee into a black spot, his face was calm, the steel fork in his hand suddenly ignited a red flame, in the flame, the ancient rune flashed, and the steel fork slowly faced Quasi Xiao Zhengfan.

Ye Tian looked at the steel fork, the gods actually had a burning sensation, and couldn't help but be moved. However, the "bang-bang" cracking sound on the ground caught his attention, and he saw that more than ten more coffins broke out of the ground and approached. Thirty little ghosts of one meter or so broke out of the coffin. They had pointed fangs, their five fingertips were as sharp as daggers, and their faces were stinky like rotting mouse heads. Their bodies were suspiciously patched up on their limbs and bodies. At the joint, traces of stitching can be clearly seen.

These little ghosts screamed and rushed towards Ren Qingxian and others. Ye Tian was shocked. There are eight levels of heart in the vortex of these little ghosts. They are different from other corpses in the dead, and their eyebrows are also There is a vortex in which there are gods.

"The gods are temporarily combined with the body. Such an eighth level heart is stronger than a cultivator of the same level."

Including Ren Qingxian, all their faces were pale, they only had four eighth-level hearts left, how to deal with nearly thirty eighth-level hearts.

The little ghost is very flexible, and his fast body can hardly catch it. Faced with seven or eight people, with a four-to-one posture, with a sharp smile, he threw himself in front of everyone, doing a tendency to tear himself apart. They have not really touched yet. Ren Qingxian and others have been caught The yin qi invades, the cold blood will stiffen in the blood vessels, the whole body is numb, and it is a bit unable to move for a moment.