Pan Hai's expression became solemn.

The White Horse Corps is the fifth-ranked Killing Corps in the Western Cult Corps.

The reason why this corps is on the list is not because he is so powerful, but because he is doing everything he can.

Buddhist teachings cannot even be reflected in them. Don’t even see them talking about my Buddha’s compassion, but they do not see any slight compassion.

The most vicious evil spirits in the underworld, who have been in the eighteenth floor of hell for thousands of years, would tremble as sieve when they saw these bald men.

If the Buddhist disciples who went down the mountain to preach the mission are the most kind incarnation of the world.

Then they are the most brutal evil ghosts in the world.

The rise of Western religion is probably like the product of the combination of the two.

With a kind smile on his face, he walked between heaven and earth with a bloody knife in his hand.

While singing the Buddha's name, he slapped his sword and slashed people.

They were just in the West, trying to stand for eternity.

And now, I want to stand in this way to become eternal in the heavens and all realms.

Pan Hai waved the spear in his hand and drew a long river of murderous aura in front of him. Then he said to the monk: "Monk, this is my grudge with the underworld. Do you also want to interfere with it?"

"Why can't I get a single shot?"

The monk led by the White Horse Corps closed his eyes tightly, but his sharp eyes seemed to be firmly locked on Pan Hai's body.

"Western religion is really a broad enough management. Do you want to take care of everything?"

Pan Hai sneered.

The monk chuckled, "I am not a person who cares about it, but I am just greedy for the rare nine-clawed golden dragons in the world... and a group of five-clawed golden dragons.

Today, I suddenly realized something and wanted to change the name of the White Horse Corps. I wonder what you think the Nine Dragon Corps?"

"I think it might be even cooler if I sit down the white horse and replace it with the nine-clawed golden dragon."

I want to ride you, this is probably the most straightforward insult in the world.

Whether it is a man who says to a woman or a monk who says to a nine-clawed golden dragon.

In short, there is no mood at all.

Unless a woman's eyes are as charming as silk, her body is burned, the golden dragon is dying, and she has given up her moral integrity.

"Bald thief, when your mother gave birth to you, she definitely met many men. Just your lip service is definitely inherited!"

Pan Hai shouted coldly, the spear in his hand trembled and buzzed, and he was ready to move.

"I was born from the world of the world, so my mother naturally met many men."

The monk said leisurely.

"Is it born from heaven and earth abbreviated as a wild species?

As a dragon, I have an animal in the eyes of humans, at least I have a parent. You are very pitiful, not even a parent."

Pan Hai's eyes looked like a sharp spear, extremely solemn.

The monk chuckled, "Don't you see the Taoist ancestor, the Three Pure Ones.

I, Buddha Cunti, are you going to guide me?”

"I'm blind!"

Pan Hai drinks lightly.

Suddenly, Pan Hai let out a muffled groan and took a step back.

A golden wound appeared under his eyes.

Although they were both verbally and cursing all kinds of people at this moment.

But the secret confrontation has already happened since the first encounter.

And, quite intense.

The monk's eyes finally opened, without pupils, all whites, which looked particularly terrifying.

He smiled evilly, "Sorry, you're wrong, you don't seem to be blind."

In the first wave of confrontation, Pan Hai was defeated.

"Sorry, I missed my hand, too, the bald thief's head was not cut!"

Pan Hai responded.

Although his tone was relaxed, his expression became more and more solemn.

The ghost general with four corners on his head looked at the two of them back and forth, with an exaggerated expression.

He...had gained some knowledge! In his impression, the collision between the Dragon Soul Army of the Tianyu tribe and the White Horse Corps of the Western Sect should be very fierce.

But this scene is really a bit out of place.

They actually started with a war of words... and they all seemed to be quite skillful when scolding.

Anyway, the ghost general asked himself, and he couldn't think of such a skillful swearing.

Compared with the two, he seemed to look rough.

The outbreak of the battle began unexpectedly.

The ghost general with four corners was feeling the high-level battle of words between the two. At a glance, he could see the sword lights and swords all over the sky.

The dark and dark sky was reflected in the brilliance of spiritual power and magic weapons, like a high-end event of swords, swords, blood and hatred.

The flying dragon, wrapped around the five elements of thunder and lightning, wandered in the ranks of white horses and monks with great vigor.

When the bloody mouth opened and closed, a monk fell to his stomach.

But some people also had their teeth broken by the monk's golden body and their belly was pierced.

The golden blood and white blood were like raining, falling into the endless black sea below.

Behind the ghost general, a group of ghost soldiers popped up.

"General, great remedy!"

The ghost soldier, whose head had broken half, bared his only two front teeth, looked at the bloody rain in the sky, swallowed hard, and didn't know if it was sea water or spitting.

The ghost general raised his head and sucked a drop of golden blood into his mouth, slowly narrowed his eyes, and said, "It's really a big replenishment."

"General, we wouldn't..." Seeing his general absorbing dragon blood, the ghost soldier became even more envious.

The ghost general poked his trident into the hole in the wooden boat and asked, "Can you beat them?"

The ghost soldiers shook their heads together.

"Then let's watch it. If you want to die, you can take a few sips."

The ghost general said.

Now they are spectators, but if they drink two sips of blood, they don’t want to join the war and have to join the war.

There were a series of saliva sounding behind him, and a ghost soldier whispered: "But, General, we are already dead!"

This seems to make sense.

"Don't you want to live in the same posture as you are now?"

The ghost general took advantage of the time he was talking and took another mouthful of dragon blood.

The hot feeling made him feel as if he was soaked in sweet rain and his whole body felt relieved.

As for what he said, he didn't pay attention to it.

The ghost soldiers were all shining with green light.

Seeing the great tonic thing in front of them, the feeling of not being able to eat it in their mouths made them almost go crazy.

Such a good thing is cheaper than those on the sea that have nowhere to go, and there is no wandering soul even if there is one or two souls.

It was simply a waste of resources! The ghost general was a little hesitant, and he didn't want to waste such a good thing.

"Then otherwise..." The ghost general was still hesitating, and the words were just started. The ghost soldiers behind him were already rushing out.

When this moment began, the battle suddenly turned into a very strange situation.

The Dragon Soul Army of Tianyu's tribe fought hard to distinguish, but the Yin soldiers of the Equal Palace who were about to be beaten were at this time, and they were like evil ghosts, crazily sucking the blood rain that fell from the sky.

Whether it is the dragon blood or the monk's golden bloodline, they are one of the rare great things in the world.

Especially the dragon blood of the Nine-Turn Golden Dragon has the powerful power to reshape the body.

This is simply fatal to them.

Sucking wildly, sucking to death, the ghost soldiers went crazy... Suddenly, the sound of fighting seemed to stop, and the silence of death between heaven and earth.

The ghost general who was also sucking the blood rain without hesitation slowly raised his head. Suddenly, his eyes were stunned... Just above him, the two groups of people were clearly separated, but they were all glaring and staring at them, the ghost soldiers.

The ghost general couldn't help but be frightened and said with a wry smile: "Don't... don't waste it!"
Chapter completed!