He felt that Zuo Hanfeng, a powerful man with an outdoor level, was ahead, and the enemy would give him priority to him no matter what. But he knew that there were secret treasures coming to him, as if there were too many to waste at will!

He struggled hard, but under the rope of the fairy, the ordinary outdoors could do nothing. In an anxious manner, he was tied tighter and tighter as he moved.

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"It's over..."

"I'm not willing!"

He was full of aggrievance. Before he could use all kinds of methods, he was going to give the sword like this!

I had known that I would have thrown out my secret treasure from the beginning!

The sword light was right in the middle of his eyebrows, shattering his soul. Zhou Yong, who was tied up by the immortal rope, was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered under Jiang Zhi's micro sword, without any resistance.

At this moment, a strange and bloody aura rose from the depths of Zhou Yong's soul. It crossed the void and attracted a powerful force!

"Spit!!!~~~"

The black bird sang, and the black light flashed. Although it did not attack Zhou Yong, the bloody aura that rose in his body disappeared. It was obvious that the connection with the blood sea of ​​Rakshasa was cut off by the power of the Xuan bird!

"Who!?"

A voice came from Zhou Yong's body, but there was no following.

Meng Qi pulled out the thunder knife, not caring about revealing his identity, and slashing and whipping, killing Zhou Yong directly!

Dark clouds gather, lightning shines, and the roaring sounds shake off the evil spirits on the ground.

The long sword fell high like thunder falling from the sky, showing the five senses of fast, slow, weak and strong.

Boom!

Thunders meet and turn into green thunder as thick as a bucket.

Boom, Boom, Boom...

Five green thunders fell one after another, guiding the long sword, and slashed Zhou Yong hard.

Because of the effect of binding the immortal rope, Zhou Yong's true qi and soul were unable to cooperate to arrive. At this time, the powerful force had not yet been able to tear open the void here.

Boom!

The long sword slashed Zhou Yong into two pieces, and the lightning surged, swallowing his body.

The green thunder is so strong that it is Yang, which is the nemesis of the evil evil in the world. After struggling with the evil and bloody aura, it was defeated in disgrace.

The powerful force lost contact and was immediately lost in the void and slowly dissipated.

A cold snorting sound echoed in nothingness.

Meng Qi gasped, stretched out his left hand and took the remaining items in his hand.

This is a mustard seed ring with cracks and an ancient mirror. It is divided into yin and yang in front and back, and contains the power of life and death.

"The imitation of 'Yin and Yang Mirror'?" Meng Qi suddenly realized it and felt afraid.

If Zhou Yong meets him, he will use "yin and yang glasses". At least one of his friends will die, and he doesn't know if the yang face can be saved...

He and Jiang Zhiwei intersected their eyes and saw the sadness in each other's eyes. Zhou Yong practiced hard for many years, but he died because of an imitation of a rope that tied up a fairy, but he failed to use any means. If he were both of them, he would probably have the same ending.

The secret treasure is terrible, and the cycle of reincarnation is dangerous!

Meng Qi suddenly remembered the story of the God-Devouring God. Even if a master of Dharma body or above loses his treasure, he will be chased by his disciples who are far inferior to his realm and run away in a panic...

Fortunately, my eight or nine mysterious skills are capable of resisting treasures. Yang Jian and Yang Erlang are really a model for us!

At this time, Zuo Hanfeng abandoned the influence of "Dragon Roaring Cang" and happened to see Zhou Yong die.

His eyes turned cold, his breath slowly but seemed to grow without stopping, his clothes swelled, revealing his skin full of strange patterns.

They flowed out bursts of faint light, which seemed to be something very remarkable.

The meaning of ice cold is great, and Du Huai hurts his body and condenses a layer of ice, which finally dissolves.
Chapter completed!