Mo Kui took action and killed a blood-robed man with one palm.
The hot potato was clutched in the hands of the man in blood-robed clothes, and he risked his own life to seize the Demonic Heart Mirror. Before he could escape, a big guy came out. This was the first time for him to see Taishang Fierce Tiger, and he was really shocked.
He lost his mind and forgot to escape, and was sent to hell by the devil's palm.
"Okay, we don't have anything to do anymore."
Everyone in the four directions coughed. Mo Kui has opened the Supreme Fierce Tiger and has taken the Demon Heart Mirror. In this situation, who dares to come forward to find excitement and make that guy angry? Half of the people present today must give an account.
At this.
"Tell me, will the magic mirror explode again?"
Some people's imagination was so great that everyone around them had their eyes twinkling.
For the first time, a magic light shines on the magic mirror, almost destroying the Demon King.
So far, they haven't figured out what's going on. They can't protect everything. The magic mirror is unhappy with the magic boss and will come back again. In this way, they still have a chance. They have to have a good idea.
Unfortunately, they are destined to be disappointed.
Looking at Mo Kui, his eyes were bright, he held the magic heart mirror and looked at it again and again.
As he looked at it, something was wrong with his eyes. There was something wrong with this magic mirror! Why was it so light? And the magic patterns on it were exactly the same as the Magic Heart Mirror, but it lacked the ancient aura.
"Fake." Mo Kui snorted coldly.
"Fake?"
The people in the four directions were stunned for a while after hearing this, and their expressions were particularly exciting.
We worked desperately for most of the day, but it turned out to be a fake?
So the question is, where has the genuine product gone?
"That's when."
Anyone with a good mind can recall the past.
After Mo Kui was bombed, the magic heart mirror flew out and landed on the top of a mountain. They worked together to level the mountain, and a magic mirror flew out. I am afraid that the magic mirror had been dropped at that time.
, the funny thing is, they didn’t know until now that they were fighting you to death for a fake.
"No wonder it looks so familiar."
The Holy Son of the Demon Palace murmured, staring at the Demon Heart Mirror in Demon Kui's hand.
That is his mirror, the imitation is the Demon Heart Mirror, which was snatched away by Ji Hen before.
"Fuck."
"who is it."
The scolding has begun, resounding all over the world.
The treasure hunters all got angry and gathered together to curse.
It would be strange not to get angry after being tricked by others.
"It's Ji Hen."
The Holy Son of the Demon Palace jumped out and roared in all directions.
The subsequent explanation was also clear and concise, causing a stir on the scene. Wang Yang looked ferocious, and the Corpse Clan members, Blood-clothed Holy Son, Xiao Rihei, Magic Mountain Holy Son, and Yuan Shang also gnashed their teeth.
"Good on you Ji Hen."
Demon Kui was furious and crushed the fake magic mirror with one hand.
His anger also affected the Supreme Fierce Tiger, who let out a cold snort like thunder. Many people were stunned, and people from all directions were thrown into a row. And he was also blown up and covered in blood.
A.
sneeze!
Zhao Yun, who had escaped an unknown distance, almost fell down when he sneezed.
Tianyu looked at it and coughed.
Chu Wushuang looked at it, covered her mouth and snickered.
At this moment, there should be a lot of people greeting this guy.
"The big-headed ghost didn't lie to us."
Zhao Yun rubbed his itchy nose and looked up at the sky again.
Chu Wushuang nodded lightly and then raised his eyes. The strange treasure dropped from the sky was a good proof. But I don't know why the Demonic Heart Mirror fell down. Could it be that there was a gap in the treasure house?
Buzz!
As I was walking, the sky and the earth suddenly buzzed.
The heaven and earth changed again, and it was all-round. Not only them, but all the monsters who were still cursing were also transformed. As they cursed, the scene in front of them changed, and they were basically separated.
Whoosh!
Zhao Yun and the others reappeared in a forest.
I don’t know whether it was intentional or there was a problem with their character. Zhao Yun and Chu Wushuang landed smoothly. Only Tianyu didn’t fall down very well and got stuck on a tree branch with his head facing down.
Zhao Yun didn't look at it, and neither did Chu Wushuang.
Just because there were other people who were moved to this mountain forest.
Hmm. My old friend: five blood-clothed disciples.
It's a pity that there is no holy son of the Blood Clothes Sect.
"Ji Hen?"
"Back to normal?"
"Walk."
When the five blood-clothed disciples saw him, they turned around and ran away.
Zhao Yun and Chu Wushuang both snorted coldly, untied their chains, and chased them together. They were both seriously injured and beaten badly in the valley earlier. They had to find a place to come back this time.
Whoosh!
Tian Yu came down from the tree and chased after him.
"Holy Son, save me."
The cry for help filled the forest.
The five blood-clothed disciples all turned pale. Without the Holy Son in charge, they seemed unable to defeat Ji Hen at his peak. Even with the Holy Son around, they couldn't do it. Ji Hen was seriously injured before and even let him run away.
"There is no way to heaven, and there is no way to earth."
Zhao Yun scolded coldly, killed one with a sword and thunder, and killed the second one with the Immortal Killing Technique with his backhand. The third one, on the other hand, ran a little too fast and jumped up a hill in a flash.
"You can leave."
Zhao Yun was as fast as a thunderous roar and chased after him.
Below, Tian Yu and Chu Wushuang also started fighting. Each one fought against the other, especially the Chu family girl, who charged forward like a tigress. She clearly remembered the hatred she had been surrounded and killed earlier.
Boom! Bang!
The dark mountains and forests are in chaos because of them.
No matter Zhao Yun, Tian Yu or Chu Wushuang, they all have the upper hand, but the Blood Clothes Sect
The people are all miserable. Everyone has good fighting ability, but they have no intention of fighting, and their strength is greatly reduced.
"In the next life, don't mess with anyone you shouldn't mess with."
Zhao Yun scolded coldly and struck the blood-clothed disciple with a sword.
After that, Chu Wushuang attacked in the darkness and removed the opponent's head. Tian Yu was not weak either. The blood-clothed disciple who was fighting against him was stabbed through the middle of the eyebrow with one finger, killing him with a smooth finish.
Count the number of people.
Among the blood-clothed disciples who have entered the demonic realm, only the blood-clothed saint is left.
"It's not a good place to stay for a long time."
Zhao Yun took Long Yuan under his wing and began to clean up the battlefield.
However, as soon as he crouched down, before he could be swept away, his expression suddenly changed, and he stood up again, running towards Chu Wushuang who was nearest to him as fast as possible, just because the world was about to change.
Unfortunately, it's still too late.
When he fell down, it was already a vast expanse of land.
This is nothing, two teammates were completely lost again,
"Too often."
Zhao Yun frowned and looked at the whole world. It was only a quarter of an hour since the last change! It was precisely because he did not expect it to happen so quickly that he was caught off guard and had no time to lock people with chains.
Not only him, but Chu Wushuang and Tian Yu who were moved away, and even the other monsters in the Demon Realm also looked confused. Previously, it was once every three to five days, then one or two days, and then most of the day. This time
The time was the shortest, changing within a quarter of an hour, and all their teammates were completely lost.
"try to find."
Zhao Yun transformed into a clone and ran in all directions.
He was not idle either and climbed a mountain.
He came to the Demon Realm to hunt for treasures, but he couldn't find the Bodhi Flower. Jing Jian Tian was looking for someone. He was praying secretly, praying that nothing would happen to his teammates. There were too many ruthless people in the Demon Realm. If he bumped into one, he would be destroyed.
"Boss, I have an old friend."
Soon, a voice came from a clone.
Zhao Yun heard this and connected his clone's sight.
Upon entering, he saw a man in black robes, his clothes stained with a lot of blood. It must have been the aftermath of the robbery of the Demon Heart Mirror, but he was indeed an old friend, the eighth prince of the Yuan Dynasty: Yuan Shang.
"Keep looking."
Zhao Yun replied and went straight to Yuan Shang.
It's rare to catch a lone person, so how can he survive?
The words are divided into two parts.
Yuan Shang here has entered a valley. Zhao Yun's guess is correct. He is indeed seriously injured. When he snatched the Demon Heart Mirror earlier, he foolishly took a corner and suffered terrible consequences.
"Ji Hen, we will fight until we die."
Yuan Shang said coldly, with a ferocious face.
Someone responded to his words with a clanging sword chant.
Zhao Yun arrived and destroyed everything with one sword.
Yuan Shang's expression suddenly changed, and he began to think hurriedly.
puff!
The bloody light that followed was particularly dazzling.
Just not
However, it was not Yuan Shang who was killed, but Yuan Shang's body-protecting blood fetus. This kind of blood fetus would condense every once in a while and block the master's gun at critical moments. Zhao Yun had seen this before.
"Ji Hen."
At this point, Yuan Shang saw who was attacking.
What surprised him was that Ji Hen returned to normal.
"All the flowers I thought about you have withered."
Zhao Yun smiled and came with Long Yuan in hand.
Yuan Shang gave up on the spot and had no intention of fighting, so he turned around and ran away. Before leaving, he used a secret technique to form a sea of rolling blood and roll towards Zhao Yun. It was a secret technique of water escape.
puff!
Zhao Yun ignored it and forced his way through the sea of blood.
Yuan Shang's legs and feet were numb. In a moment or two, he had escaped more than ten feet. He should have used a forbidden technique to increase his combat power and speed. He could fight Ji Hen. He couldn't be caught up. If he caught up, he would die.
"The Art of Killing Immortals."
Zhao Yun gave a cold scolding and hit the target with one blow.
Yuan Shang was bleeding, but he still ran away without looking back, calling for help while running away, calling the Third Emperor Brother, that is, Yuan Jing. If he was nearby, he could come to the rescue. How could he not save him even though he was dying?
"You've come to Daxia and you still want to leave?"
Zhao Yun followed closely and swept out his sword energy with one sword.
Yuan Shang did not dare to stop at all. He sacrificed the power of his bloodline to strengthen his body-protecting essence, and could barely hold on to the sword energy. For this, he also paid a heavy price. The body-protecting essence was shattered and sword marks were left one after another.
Whoosh!
Zhao Yun was as fast as a startling light and caught up with him in two or three steps.
When it was over, Yuan Shang was chopped down with a sword.
"it's over."
Zhao Yun follows him like a shadow, and the Immortal Killing Technique is about to be played.
However, before he could kill Yuan Shang, he saw a sword light, an unrivaled black sword light, and it also had a dragon roar. The unusual dragon roar could mess up the mind, just like a demonic dragon.
"you again."
Zhao Yun scolded in his heart, knowing who it was.
Such a powerful sword must be the Demon Dragon Sword. In other words, the one who saved Yuan Shang was the Holy Son of Demon Mountain. When he wanted to destroy Xiao Rihei, he was also the one who caused trouble, but even when he arrived, Xiao Hei was not killed.
Buzz!
Before he could settle down, he saw a burst of black light shooting from his side.
Besides the Holy Son of the Magic Mountain, there is another person secretly.
As luck would have it, he was also an old friend: the Holy Son of the Demon Palace. His blow made Zhao Yun uncomfortable enough. He bled on the spot, his body-protecting essence was broken, and a bloody hole was made in his chest by the black light.
It's not over yet.
Behind the Holy Son of the Magic Mountain, I was shocked to see a bloody light.
As soon as Zhao Yun landed, he was kicked back. The blood was very strange and had strange power. It broke into his body and severed three or five of his meridians. Even his internal organs were poisoned.
Tonight is a good day.
Those who came tonight are all old friends.
This one is no exception: Wang Yang, the Holy Son of the Devil's Nest.