His whispers failed to hide from Heiwei's ears and eyes. Hearing him talk about the unique skills of the Mist tribe like a treasure trove, Heiwei became more and more surprised and shouted: "Who are you? How could you do this?"
Do you know this? Tell me honestly, how do you know all this, and what kind of relationship do you have with it? You should come out to me properly."
"Hey, you will know who I am soon. I hope you won't be scared. As an ordinary human being, my energy has been exhausted. I originally thought this was a inevitable defeat, but I didn't expect you.
You are a descendant of the Wu clan, and since you are not an ordinary person, I will not be polite to you."
"You're welcome, haha... How can you be rude to me in your current state? You say it first! I control the current situation. Do you still think you have a chance to turn around? Don't do it here
You're dreaming, you're too naive! To put it bluntly, you've fallen into my hands. Don't speak so arrogantly, okay? This will make people laugh. After all, you have a respectable mission.
Come on! Aren’t you afraid that others will laugh at you? If you’re not ugly, I still think you’re ugly.”
Nangong Yin did not answer, but silently recited some incantation. As the incantation was completed, he changed dramatically. His figure gradually became stronger, and even his appearance looked much younger, because
The energy was exhausted and the momentum that disappeared reappeared on him again, stronger and more surging than before. This may be what Nangong Yin said you are not polite! [
Heiwei looked at him in surprise. This absolutely powerful aura and the feeling of energy aroused fear in his heart. He exclaimed: "Celestials? Yes, I remember this power. You are actually a Celestial.
How come this person appears here? Neither of them knows the identity of the other person, so how did things develop like this?"
"Ignore why I'm here, just die, you damn wizard." A red light like a machete emerged from Nangong Yin's palm and struck Hei Wei.
"Blood kill!" Heiwei recognized this most powerful killing move of the Celestial Race. If he was hit, his body would be shattered by his ability. Anyone who dared to take a hard hit would turn into a black mist, turn around and run away. Three
The Sixteen Strategies are all about running. He was just one step away from success, but everything was in vain. How could things end up in Biancheng Heyang, how could they evolve like this?
"It's not that easy to run away, hum." Nangong Yin waved his hands, and the 'Blood Kill' accelerated again and attacked the fleeing Heiwei. It seemed that this time he was determined to kill this Heiwei. Don't let him die.
He vows never to give up.
No matter how fast Heiwei was, he couldn't be faster than the 'Blood Kill' controlled by Nangong Yin. Looking at the machete getting closer and closer, Heiwei was so frightened that he flew forward desperately, but in the end his speed was limited and he was killed.
'Blood Kill' caught up with him, and the machete was close to his body. He was really determined to die like this, it was incredible!
Just when Heiwei thought he was about to die, a cold female voice sounded in his mind: "Blood killing of the Celestials? How could you provoke such a thing? It is so pleasant to hear such a voice at this time. It seems that
I can’t die this time.”
"Mr. 'Witch', you've woken up. It's great. Please think of a way to save me. You woke up at the right time. I'm still encountering difficulties and hunger. Please save me. You can now