Ding Li was caught in doubt, but when he raised his feet and took a step forward, he was suddenly hit by an indescribable breath. Ding Li took a few steps back and sat down.
He was on the ground, bleeding from his nose.
"It's so powerful, so powerful. Just a rush of aura can hurt me like this. It seems that this is the real Seven Star Death Blessing Formation. Mr. Hu said that the Seven Star Death Blessing Formation relies on the crucified hidden dragon veins.
If the formation is activated out of resentment and death, then the seven cauldrons placed around the Broken Dragon Stake are the real Seven Star Death Blessing Formation! Then why is there a fake formation in the front cave?"
Although he doesn't know what this means, Ding Li is almost certain that the Seven-Star Death Blessing Formation in the front cave is real and is definitely not created by illusion. Illusion can affect people's senses, but it cannot affect ascetics.
The spiritual sense and aura cannot be deceived! Although the seven-star death wishing formation in the front cave is incomparable to the one in front of you, the power is vastly different.
"Why did you come here alone?" Mr. Hu came over with Huang Lang at this time. From a distance, he saw Ding Li lying on the ground in a miserable state with a bloody nose.
"What's going on? Why is there a Seven-Star Death Wishing Formation here?" Ding Li wiped his nose randomly, stood up and asked anxiously.
However, Mr. Hu was not in a hurry to answer Ding Li's question. He just complained: "Who told you to run away blindly? This place is full of dangers. I just solved the evil evil and was about to come back to find you. I didn't expect you...
If you run to this place, you will cause trouble to me!"
"Is it really another Seven-Star Death Wish Formation?" Huang Lang also exclaimed: "Couldn't it be an illusion?" As he said this, he took a few steps forward. Hu Erye was lecturing Ding Li with foaming words, and the two of them
None of them noticed Huang Lang's recklessness. Without paying attention, Huang Lang stepped over.
"Danger, come back quickly!" Mr. Hu screamed and was about to grab Huang Lang's arm, but Huang Lang turned around and smiled strangely. His arm collapsed and fell away, as if it was boneless.
The second master grabbed it. Then he held a 54 pistol in his other hand and fired several times until all the bullets were used up and hit the second master Hu.
But Mr. Hu didn't seem to have anything wrong with him. He just burst like a soap bubble with a pop.
All these changes happened so fast that Ding Li didn't react at all. He just saw that Huang Lang's eyes were completely wrong, becoming more white than black. Ding Li felt a chill in his heart and said: "Be careful, this is not Huang Lang!"
Before the voice could finish shouting, everything above had already happened in a blink of an eye. At this time, Huang Lang threw away the pistol and clapped his hands: "What a brilliant illusion, what a quick response. I didn't expect that there are still more in our teaching."
There is a master like you!"
At this time, Huang Lang appeared in front of Ding Li on the left side. He covered his shoulder with his left hand. Blood continued to flow from between his fingers, quickly staining a large area of his clothes. Mr. Hu could be said to have a body full of blood.
After a hundred battles, he knew something was wrong as soon as he saw the look in Huang Lang's eyes, so he used some tricks. However, he still didn't completely dodge the bullet and was shot once.
"Are you the one in the Chinese tunic suit?" Ding Li asked through gritted teeth.
The man laughed: "Who else can seize this furnace besides me..."
Before he stopped laughing, a white light penetrated his chest.
"You, you, you..., this is Huang Lang's body!"
How could Ding Li talk nonsense to him? The reason why villains die is because they talk too much. This is something Ding Li already understood when he was in elementary school and spent every day in the video studio.
He rushed up and thrust a needle straight into Huang Lang's chest. He saw Huang Lang gliding back like a ghost, as if he were wearing roller skates: "What a cunning boy, he doesn't even care about the lives of his companions. Sure enough, he is.
He is ruthless and ruthless. If you can teach me, you will definitely have a bright future!"….
As Huang Lang said this, he easily dodged Ding Li's successive attacks, and even the blood in his chest slowly stopped. Ding Li was chilling when he saw it! What the hell is this old monster in a tunic suit?
It actually possessed Huang Lang's body. And that damn Huang Lang, if he had thrown away that broken wooden sign earlier, everything would have been fine!
Even though the Chinese tunic man had just suffered a big loss from Ding Li, he still didn't change his habit of talking too much. I wonder if this old ghost is attached to the wooden sign. It has been too long and no one has spoken, and now it suddenly becomes
Talkative!
"What a good body Huang Lang has! Although this guy is a little fatter now and not as capable as before, it doesn't matter. I will give this body to... poof" soon.
"It's disrespectful to come and go without reciprocating!" A pair of big iron-like palms pressed against the back of the tunic suit. With a push, a powerful burst of true energy rushed into the tunic suit's body. Directly blowing the
The guy was so beaten that he vomited blood and flew out.
"Ding Li, hurry up. This is a body snatching. Get the guy out of Huang Lang's body quickly, or else Huang Lang will be done with it!"
When Ding Li heard this, he took out the thunder seal and put it on the forehead of the Zhongshan Suit. This name is a bit confusing now. Anyway, the Zhongshan Suit has Huang Lang's body, so it's really hard to call it. Whatever you call it is a bit awkward.
The Chinese tunic suit was originally knocked out like a ball of mud, but at this moment, the body was swimming on the ground like a snake. Ding Li even thought it was a snake spirit. In the blink of an eye, he slid out for more than ten meters,
Then he stood up: "You are just two mortals, but you dare to fight against me!"
"Aren't you just a little snake spirit? How dare you call me my true self? Believe it or not, I will kill you and make snake soup for you!"
Zhongshan pretended to be extremely angry and laughed back: "You don't know how to live or die, how dare you treat me as such an incompetent beast, I will definitely send you to the eighteenth level of hell to suffer!"
Ding Li sneered: "I have dealt with a lot of snake spirits, and I am not afraid of adding one or two of you!"
"Be careful, this thing is a 'god', not a snake spirit!" Hu Erye shouted from behind. His move just now was similar to the thunder in the palm, and it also exploded with amazing energy in an instant to kill the enemy, which consumed a lot of money.
.Now his wound is even more open due to the shock, and blood is pouring out as if for free. It seems that he won't be able to help Ding Li for a while!
Ding Li was shocked. What kind of 'gods' are these? Thinking of the power of the so-called Holy Mother he saw in Kejia Village in western Hunan, Ding Li couldn't help but feel guilty. What a cunning man in a Chinese tunic suit. He just rushed to Ding Li's side and struck.