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Eight hundred and ninetieth chapters drought was born

At this time, Yang Su's eyes were full of intoxication, as if they were a big tonic, constantly absorbing the energy in the sand and gravel.

At this moment, a monk in the distance looked here with a serious look in his eyes, and he clasped his hands and kept chanting the mantra.

"Roar~"

"Roar~"

"Roar~"

The roar was clearer than the next, and it seemed that it would ring in people's ears again, making people unable to help but feel throbbing and their qi and blood rolling.

Zhang Bairen slowly retreated, and even he could not bear the heat at this time.

Now the cold winter outside has completely recovered, and the entire Sui Dynasty is as warm as spring.

"Bang!"

About three days later, the earth suddenly shook, and the smell of sulfur rose into the sky. Then the overwhelming magma rushed out of the ground. In the magma, a fiery red figure roared to the sky.

"Drought Bah!" Chun Guijun's pupils tightened: "It was really not as expected, it was actually the drought Baht!"

While saying that, he quickly pulled Li Shimin: "Go away, the things here are no longer something we can do."

The overwhelming magma burst out, making people unable to help but retreat. Yang Su sneaked into the yellow sand and let the magma swallow it.

There is actually a volcano erupting in the desert, and it makes people laugh when they say it.

"Drought Bah! It's actually a drought Bah! This time I'm in trouble, how could there be such things in the desert!" Yizhi Wende screamed strangely and quickly retreated.

"As soon as the drought bar comes out, it is thousands of miles away from the ground. You must not let the drought bar step into the middle ground!" Yu Juluo's face looked serious, and the blood around his body began to circulate, roaring constantly, just like thunder.

"Blood!" Hanba opened his mouth, and a powerful man who changed his bones in the distance instantly shriveled and turned into a mummy, and all the blood was absorbed by Hanba.

The living drought is the real powerful man!

"I'm afraid I can't handle this drought!" Yu Juluo said in a low voice.

Zhang Bairen said silently, just playing with the Jin Jian in his hand.

"You two help me and quickly suppress the drought bar. Once the drought bar breaks out, I'm afraid the world will not be able to live in peace!" Yu Juluo looked at the servant Gu Mohe and the Khitan's powerful man.

The servant Mo He nodded and was about to speak, but he heard the Khitan powerhouse in the other side say in a strange way: "Don't take action, this drought seems to be heading towards Middle Earth. There are countless masters in Middle Earth, why bother with you and me?"

The servant Mo He stopped hearing this, and Yu Juluo was so angry that he wanted to bite the villain to death: "You bastard, you are a disaster, you are so stingy about such a big thing!"

Zhang Bairen held the golden bamboo slip and kept retreating: "The drought bar is temporarily trapped by my paintings and can't go to Middle Earth. I just don't know how long it will take to trap this drought bar."

Looking at the hot magma, Yu Juluo looked serious: "You must never let the drought bulb enter the Middle Earth!"

As he spoke, he saw a white wave of air left in the air, and he actually responded to the drought.

heat

Air dry and hot

Without a drop of water, all the water vapor has been evaporated by the drought.

Where the drought is passed, there is a severe drought in three years and a thousand miles of naked land can be seen as the drought is severe.

"Bang!"

The drought slut had a ferocious face, and he punched the fish in the same place. The drought slut flew backwards and landed on the ground. The drought slut was not feeling well and took three steps in a row.

"Blood, delicious blood!" Hanba stared at Yu Juluo with his eyes tightly. He had been sleeping underground for thousands of years and was in need of blood to restore his strength.

Chun Guijun from afar couldn't help but say, "Don't ask the drought bar to suck blood. Now the drought bar has just been born and his body is very weak. Once he is sucked by the blood and restores his strength, we are not enough for him to slaughter!"

Yu Juluo was shocked. Even the drought bar in his weak state could knock him back with one punch. How strong should the drought bar in his heyday be?

"Don't doubt, you are in the transformation period now and have not yet completed the transformation. Of course, you are not the opponent of Drought!" As if you saw Yu Juluo's doubts, Chunguijun let go of Li Shimin and walked towards the field.

"Sir, you..." Seeing that Chun Guijun was walking towards the field regardless of the danger, Li Shimin hurriedly shouted.

"Drought bars are a great tonic, you don't understand!" Chun Guijun waved his hand and came to Yu Juluo in an instant, then looked at Zhang Bairen with his eyes: "Grandmaster, we're meeting again!"

Zhang Bairen swept over Chunguijun with expressionless face, and looked at Hanba calmly with his eyes.

"Let's take action. Today, we must take down Hanba. Once Hanba is given time to restore its strength, no one can control this evil spirit at that time!" Chun Guijun took a deep breath.

"Buzz~"

Yu Juluo broke through the sonic boom again and slapped Hanba hard.

Chunguijun followed Yu Juluo, and his palms flashed green, falling on the back of the Hanba.

"Bang!"

Yu Juluo was knocked away, and Chun Guijun was also shaken away by the drought bar, but at this time Chun Guijun's face was solemn, as if he had eaten some great delicacies: "It is worthy of being the power of reincarnation from death, it is simply intoxicating. As long as I eat you, I can recover 50% of my strength!"

Looking at Chunguijun, a hint of anger appeared in Hanba's eyes: "You dare to take my life, I have to kill you today!"

This is the first time since the birth of Drought Ba, he took the initiative.

"Bang!"

This punch is like a volcano erupting, unstoppable!

A afterimage was left in the air, and the smell of volcanic lava was spreading.

"Click!"

Chunguijun was shaken and turned into two halves and was beheaded in half.

Just died like this!

Chunguijun died too suddenly and had no power to resist.

"Sir!" Li Shimin, who was watching the battle from a distance, suddenly became anxious, and rushed out immediately regardless of the danger and fought at Hanba.

"Go back! This place is not something you can deal with!" Chun Guijun's eyes suddenly opened and she glared at Li Shimin: "You will destroy it if you want to pretend to be dead!"

While talking, Chunguijun picked up his waist and closed it, and he was instantly reborn.

In an instant, Zhang Bairen's eyes were straightened. Why did this scene look so familiar? Didn't others have been deceived by themselves before?

Yu Juluo and the powerful men looked at Chunguijun in amazement. At this time, Yu Juluo was puzzled: "Can this be resurrected?"

"What a mysterious magical power!" Hanba spoke and waved his palm: "To completely refine you into ash, I want to see if you can still be resurrected!"

"Don't think about it!" Yu Juluo took action to intercept.

"I'll help you!" A figure appeared in Hanba's shadow, and a black dagger inserted into Hanba's chest as fast as lightning, and then the shadow completely disappeared.

Wang Yi

At the critical moment, Wang Yi, the ancestor of the Assassin family, took action!

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

A drop of golden blood hangs from the chest of the drought-bar.

The red flame rose, the black dagger melted and disappeared completely into the world.

Wang Yi's mouth twitched in the distance. This was a treasure left by his ancestors. Even Qin Shihuang's true body could be broken, let alone a mere drought.

"You hurt me! Damn it!" Hanbaqi and others ignored it and reached out to grab Wang Yi.

Wang Yi's body was distorted and integrated into the shadow of the Hanba, causing the Hanba to keep punching his shadow, shaking the entire desert, as if it was an earthquake, causing ripples.

"Swoosh!"

One by one, the sound of breaking through the air sounded, and Li Shimin, Yang Su, and the gods actually emerged at the same time, grabbing the drop of golden blood in the air.

Yang Su's face was congested, and murderous intent was flowing in her eyes: "The blood of drought is a highly toxic substance to you and others, why should it prevent me from becoming enlightened?"

A trace of contempt flashed in God's eyes: "This is the blood of drought. If I can swallow it, it will inevitably encourage the power of the phoenix blood. I may take the opportunity to completely pull out the human bloodline and turn into a real phoenix. How can such a treasure be given to you?"

As he said, the god had already punched Yang Su.

Li Shimin attacked Tianfeng Chaoge with one blow, and the three of them joined the battle group and formed a group.

"Splash!"

Two cold lights flashed at the corner of Yang Su's mouth, her white teeth, and the blood from the drought-iron were sucked by him, and she actually swallowed it into her abdomen.

"Bang!"

Yang Su was knocked away by Li Shimin and God's fists, and merged into the desert and disappeared.

"You are looking for death!" Hanba couldn't catch Wang Yi, and looked at the three people in the field. He punched him and seemed to freeze people's thinking, and his qi and blood could not be harmonized at all, let alone gather.

"Bang!"

At the critical moment, Wang Yi jumped out of his shadow and slashed at the back of Hanba's neck with another knife, causing the two to escape.

"court death!"
Chapter completed!
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