At this time, her heart was like being tangled over by the big truck on it, the pain of heartbreaking.
The copper coin sword on my hand sounded.
She unconsciously threw the copper coin sword on the ground and stepped on, and was about to walk towards Master's head.
"elder sister--"
Xiao Qian saw her expression abnormally and yelled.
Yang Zi's eyebrows were ignored and continued to leave.
Xiao Qian was anxious, jumped up, raised his palm, and slapped on her face.
The ripples of the ripple also hugged her legs, so as not let her go forward.
The hot pain made the spiritual Yang Zi eyebrow and sober.
She stroked her painful cheeks and looked at the desktop.
There is no head of Master and Uncle on the desktop. It is not enough to be strangers.
She actually had an illusion just now!
Yes, the biggest witch force of the Eight Immortals is the confusing consciousness.
Once a person's will is weak, it will enter the psychedelic mind by deficiency, which makes people unconsciously enter the game.
Although Yang Zimei's meritorious mana was high, but when I thought of Master Uncle, the emotional will was at the weakest time, and it was also confused.
Fortunately, Xiao Qian discovered in time, and there was mana to stop her.
She stepped back and picked up the copper coin sword from the ground.
"Sister, you scared me, you have become another person just now!"
Xiao Qian screamed, "How can this little Eight Immortals almost make you almost said?"
"I think of Uncle Master!"
Yang Zi smiled bitterly.
Her dead point is Master!
As long as she involves things related to Master, her mind immediately reduced to zero and lost her recognition ability.
She also knows this, but it is unable to change, because in this world, nothing can change her dependence on Master.
"Wen Dong, I'm sorry, Wendong, I'm sorry ..."
Huo Wenhua suddenly cried with tears, and stepped towards the eight immortal situation.
Copy the same thing in the ghost mouth, and his expression was full of tears, but it was tightly pulling Huo Wenhua tightly and not letting him go.
Seeing Huo Wenhua like this, Yang Zimei naturally knew, and he also said.
She hurriedly reached out and pressed his Tianling point.
Huo Wenhua was stagnant, and found that he was full of tears, and asked in doubt, "Master Yang, what's wrong with me?"
"You are in the fantasy."
Yang Zimei took out a heart protection spell and posted behind Huo Wenhua.
She felt that she had to protect her, and she simply posted one to herself, so as not to wait for the break, she would touch the scene and think of Master, and was confused.
Yang Zimei was condensed, and the copper coin sword on his hand shake again, and the copper coins on the iron gate array behind her, under her mana traction, rotated on her side ...
"rise!"
She whispered, the copper coin sword pointed directly at the Eight Immortals in front!
The thirty -six bronze coins were like the soldiers who were ordered, and shot to the seven heads except Huo Wendong's head.
The copper coin sword on Yang Zimei's hand pointed directly at the departure of Huo Wendong's head.
This is also eye -catching!
She has to maintain the integrity of the head, but also breaks her eyes. This is a bit difficult!
The eight people also seemed to feel threatened, flying away from the desktop, rushing to Yang Zimei from eight different orientations ...
Those bronze coins hit their heads, but they did not drop them.
On the contrary, all copper coins are inlaid in the head ...