The tall, fat, kind-hearted, bald old man had half of his head smashed by the mace, and blood from his brain was spilled all over the floor. His body was shaking violently, and he turned back to look at Lin Luan with difficulty: "How did you get close to me?
Yes, your breath, your breath!"
Lin Luan frankly took out the 'Mitian Pendant' that was covered by his clothes: "Here, do you know this treasure? The Mitian Pendant was unearthed from an ancient ruins in the Elf Continent 27,000 years ago. It cost 10,000 yuan.
The manufacturing method was cracked by those goblin lunatics five thousand years ago. Because too many materials are needed and the manufacturing process is too troublesome, every piece produced can cause a bloody storm!"
The bald old man was stunned. The Mysterious Sky Pendant was a magical item that defied the heavens. Any demigod with enough strong support behind him would know its name. But I knew whether he could possess a Mysterious Sky Pendant.
, it really depends on luck. After all, refining this thing requires a lot of special materials for forging artifacts, which are not something ordinary people can easily gather.
Lin Luan stuffed the Mi Tian Pendant back into his collar, took up the three-meter-long mace in his hand, with a hammer head as thick as a water tank, and struck the bald old man in the face with a fierce blow, knocking his head off.
It was smashed into meat sauce and sprayed out all over the sky. Lin Luan muttered and cursed: "What a tough head, this little thief took the path of the Jade Bone Ice Muscle Indestructible Protector God Body in the upper courtyard of your Heavenly Temple, right? He actually got hit by it.
You can hit me with a stick and still not die, that’s awesome!”
"Quack" laughed, and Lin Luan hit the bald old man's chest with another mace, smashing half of his body to pieces, leaving two thighs flying towards Master Miaowen and Master Miaowen who were spurting blood from the corners of their eyes.
That short bald old man.
Miao Wen's body shook, his vision went dark, and he almost fainted to the ground. A heartbreaking cry came from Miao Wen's mouth: "Grand Master, Grand Master... Oh my God,
Oh God, how can I explain this to Master and Grandmaster?"
The short bald old man cried and hugged those two fat thighs. The old man burst into tears: "Junior brother. Junior brother, why do you insist on going out this time? Oh, what do you want me to do?
How do you ask me to explain to the master? Master is a hero. I am an only son like you, how do you want me to explain to the master? Ugh!"
Lin Shan stood aside and laughed. He smiled and scolded Lin Luan very irresponsibly: "You have cut off your children and grandchildren!"
Lin Luan glared at Lin Shan fiercely: "Have we done less of this kind of thing? Brother, it seems that you have done the most of this kind of thing, right? Seven hundred years ago, a little guy from our sect was hunted down. He was
You jumped out and killed all nine other people's clans, and you also used the astrolabe to track down the blood and aura, and killed all the illegitimate children of that person, right?"
Lin Shan scratched his forehead hard and muttered vaguely: "Is there such a thing? It seems...be careful!"
Lin Shan suddenly widened his eyes and roared. The big ax in his hand had turned into a small hand ax the size of a palm. He threw it at Lin Luan with a shrill sound breaking through the air. Lin Luan moved forward without saying a word.
With a swoop, the small hand ax flew past his scalp, cutting off a large piece of hair on his head and a thin layer of scalp cleanly. A dark ax light flashed out, and Lin Luan was so frightened that he sweated on his vest.
spray.
A bald old man about three meters tall, as skinny as a bamboo pole, with skin as fair as jade and exuding a faint luster of bright jade, appeared from behind Lin Luan like a ghost. He was holding a sword that was six feet long and one finger as wide as a cicada's wing.
.The knife struck Lin Luan's neck silently. It was Lin Shan's reminder that made Lin Luan suddenly jump forward, the small hand ax whizzed out, and hit the almost transparent blade of the sword hard.
There was a loud bang, and the skinny old man swayed. He never dreamed that such a small ax was so heavy, and the power contained in it was more like nine heavenly dragons twisting and struggling in anger at the same time. The huge power shocked
The skinny old man's body was shaking wildly, and he staggered back dozens of steps.
The skinny old man shouted sternly: "That's a lot of strength, ha, I dare you to ask..."
Bilibili, who was standing next to Lin Qi, raised his right hand furtively, and flicked the small hand crossbow from the dwarf with the mark of the God of Storm silently, and the special alloy crossbow arrow belt with a finger no longer than the thickness of a toothpick.
An extremely high-pitched whistling sound tore through the air and shot towards the skinny old man's neck like lightning.
Lin Shan's small hand ax was deflected by the long knife, and it circled up with a violent whistling sound. After flying nearly a thousand meters, it turned into a huge two-handed battle ax and whizzed downwards, directly hitting Skinny.
The sound of the tomahawk breaking through the air above the old man's head overwhelmed the negligible crackling sound of the small crossbow arrow. The small crossbow arrow accurately hit the skinny old man's neck with extremely terrifying penetrating power.
With a 'Pfft' sound, the skinny old man's protective Mingguang was penetrated through a small hole the thickness of a toothpick, and the crossbow arrow emitted a plume of green smoke. Most of the crossbow arrows were instantly melted by the Mingguang. Only the last length of the matchstick was destroyed.
The crossbow arrow hit the skinny old man's neck, leaving only a tiny scratch on his skin.
Bilibili screamed in horror: "What a tough skin! But, the great, terrifying, despicable and shameless master, is he dead?"
Lin Qi looked at the skinny old man with a gloomy look, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Ancestor Lin Luan, kill him with all your strength, and don't give him a chance to use his power to extract poison. I have already tempered the ancient poison on the crossbow arrow. As long as one
Even a demigod will turn into pus and blood during a cup of tea!"
Lin Luan, who had a large area of his scalp shaved off and finally got up in embarrassment, laughed ferociously, raised his mace and rushed towards the skinny old man: "Little thief Bald, hitting people in the back with a sap is your favorite thing, and you actually do it?"
Dare to plot against me? Strange, how did you get close to me?"
The huge mace brought up a black and evil wind, and with the terrifying sound of breaking through the air, it swept towards the skinny old man's waist. The skinny old man raised the long knife in his hand, and struck the fallen man with a fierce blow.
A long and shrill cry was heard as the heavy ax flew away, and the long knife in the old man's hand shot out a wisp of sparks. Everyone with sharp eyes saw a small grain of rice-sized hole appear on the edge of his knife.
gap.
The skinny old man roared with heartache. This long knife was also a semi-sacred weapon and had been with him for nearly a thousand years. But compared with Lin Shan's heavy axe, in terms of size, weight, and even the most terrible quality, this knife
Even long knives are no match for heavy axes. After being hit hard twice in a row, the edge of the long knife was damaged. For a semi-artifact, this was an almost devastating blow!
An artifact is like a living person. Provided with energy and materials, it can absorb and recover itself, but a semi-artifact does not have such a function. This semi-artifact sword was severely damaged today, and it is difficult to say what its level will be in the future.
But before the skinny old man could feel his heart aching, Lin Luan's mace hit him at the waist again. The old man let out a long sigh and raised his long knife to face the mace. Hearing a cry, a ball the size of a grain of rice appeared on the long knife again.
gap. The skinny old man shook his head helplessly, and while retreating sharply, he scolded the short bald old man: "Mingshi, I have been killed. If you don't take the murderer's head back, how can you do it?"
Explain in front of your master?"
The short, shriveled, bald old man snorted coldly. Without saying a word, he pulled out a string of fist-sized black rosary beads and rushed towards Lin Luan with a stream of afterimages: "
Weilong, please stop worrying about me, that guy said you were poisoned, let's see if it's true."
The skinny old man Weilong smiled indifferently, shook his head disapprovingly and said: "How is it possible? What kind of poison can..."
Before he finished speaking, Weilong's neck had turned into a magnificent blue, and the wave-like blue was still spreading rapidly to his head and chest. Everyone saw wisps of blue light quickly moving towards him.
His body spread in all directions, and wherever it passed, his skin and muscles turned into clear water, dripping down his body like rain.
Lin Qi sneered. The Osmanthus Tree used a large amount of ancient poison mixed with rare materials. How could it be useless? Both Weilong and Mingshi were at the peak of demigods, taking a step towards the unfathomable wonderland.
Characters, but no matter how powerful they are, unless they are not injured or have the right antidote, they will not be able to withstand this terrible ancient poison.
Mingshi, who was swooping towards us with a string of beads in his hand, shouted in horror: "Weilong, your body!"
Weilong looked at Mingshi in surprise: "My body? Is there something wrong?"
Everyone else saw the changes in Weilong's body, even half of his neck had dissolved, exposing the white bones, but he himself was at a loss and didn't even know that his chest had begun to dissolve.
In the loud roar of Mingshi, Weilong hurriedly looked down at his body. He was so frightened that he threw the long knife away. He hurriedly took out a golden pill that was about the size of a thumb and exuded a faint scent of sandalwood and was about to stuff it.
into his mouth. But before the pill entered his mouth, Lin Luan's mace had already arrived. Weilong, who was in a panic, had no time to resist. The mace brought up a destructive black wind, smashing half of his body into flying pieces.
Ash.
The golden pills fell, Lin Luan grabbed them in his hand, and then shouted in surprise: "A Tianlong Pill, ha, brother, this is a life! This bald man's net worth is very good!"
"
Lin Luan flew up and smashed Weilong's head into pieces. Lin Luan snatched the space ring from Weilong's left hand, then turned around and looked at Mingshi with a smile.
"Now, my eldest brother and I are the two of us beating you. The other little guys don't count. We are the only three who have really taken that step, right? Do you think you can survive? Or
Will I beat him to death?"
Mingshi was stunned. He held a huge string of beads and remained silent for a long time.
Asura, who had just been severely injured by a sneak attack and was floating in the vast blue waves waiting for death, suddenly laughed, almost hysterically.
"You idiots, you are all going to die! Although I am about to die, but I can pull you to die together, I am so happy, I am so happy, I am so happy that I almost die!"
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