After silent for a while, Shu Jun said: "Here, we will see everything I like in my mind, whether you believe it, that is what the scene has always been fantasized in your mind."
: "As long as we can restrain ourselves, do not go to fantasize those scenes, stabilize our minds, defeat the demon, and you can leave here."
"Charity of the Magic?" Si Kongjian's horizontal seemed to understand. He thought about it in his heart that when he came here for so long, he always saw that he was holding a beautiful woman to drink.
And the wine demon? Si Kongjian secretly thought about it, a sweat on his forehead.
Shu Jun nodded slowly, "Yes, that's it. It's a pity that my heart is too heavy. Even if I know the way to get rid of this, I can't beat the demon."
"Lord, if you can't even defeat the demon, then I won't work." Si Kongjian was lost.
Shu Jun shook his head and denied, "The sword is horizontal, you are wrong. Although my cultivation is far higher than you, the devil is far more important than you. So, maybe you can defeat the heart of the heart."
After hearing the words, Si Kongjian looked at Shu Jun a little incredible and asked: "Lord, is this really or fake?"
Shu Jun smiled bitterly, glared at him, and said, "It's all at this time, what am I lied to you!"
Si Kongjian smiled, and said, "In this case, I quickly settled, defeated the demon, and left here with the protagonist!"
"Sword horizontal, even if you defeat the demon, I can't leave here." Shu Jun's mouth had a bitter smile.
"Why?" Si Kongjian asked puzzledly, "Isn't the protagonist that we can leave here as long as we have defeated the demon?"
Shu Jun nodded, and said, "Yes, it is indeed like this. But you have defeated the demon, and you just leave alone, unless I like you to defeat the devil, otherwise you can't go."
Hearing the words, Si Kongjian was shocked in his heart, and couldn't help complaining: "What is this broken place? There is still such a saying!"
Shu Jun's face was helpless and smiled bitterly: "This is the power of the parasol, coupled with the high -strength cultivation of the iron surface, it is difficult for ordinary people to break the formation method.
Not much. "
"Lord, no matter what, let's try it!" This time, Si Kongjian was full of confidence. "Lord, people outside are still waiting for us to go back. Only when we go out can we help them!"
Looking at the appearance of Si Kongjian's laughter, Shu Jun moved slightly, "Okay! Sword Heng! Anyway! Let's try it!"
Si Kongjian was overjoyed and sat down with his knees. He said: "Lord, I hope we will go out together!"
Shu Jun nodded, and then closed his eyes, his mind began to condense a little, and quietly looked at the picture that flashed in front of him.
"What do you want?" Looking at the red -stained scene in front of my eyes, Shu Jun's mind began to echo the sound again.
"What I want is what I like! There is no answer!" Shu Jun didn't want to think more, what he thought, what he said, and didn't think about it at all.
"Is this what you want?" The sound sounded again, and the picture in front of me changed, and countless injustices floated from the tired white bones and flew towards Shu Jun.
The sound of the ghost crying wolf is full of Shu Jun's eardrum, which makes him headache.
"For you, do you want to sacrifice so many people?"
"I just don't want more people to sacrifice!" Shu Jun's forehead was covered with sweat, and the sweat on his back was soaked in his clothes, but he still answered with his teeth.
Countless injustice soul, entangled Shu Jun's death, and the creepy voice drilled into his ears, like tens of thousands of poisonous worms, and swallowed his heart. The feeling was really unable to describe it.
The sweat on his forehead dropped down. Shu Jun's complexion was more pale. The injustice soul still wrapped him up.
The honor of a person always sacrifice many people.
But, is Shu Jun's choice wrong? Indeed, he wants to build a self -cultivation dynasty, but it is just to do good luck to more people. Is it wrong to do this?
The struggle in the heart is far more than the pain that the body has. The sound is constantly hovering in Shu Jun's mind, wanting Shu Jun to give up the dream he has always insisted on.
Give up your beliefs!
Even if I don't do this, others will make the world chaos. What I do is just for the sake of the world's life that can have a stable residence!
Do this, yes!
Suddenly, Shu Jun snorted and opened his eyes!
"Sword shape! Be careful!" Zhong Mo's ancient sword dumped, shot a sword rain, and rolled up the back of the iron surface.
A huge ice cubes, like a strong shield, although it was broken by Zhong Mo's sword mang. When the sword mang was shot to shoot the iron noodles, the iron surface had left that place.
Seeing that he was empty, Zhong Mo's heart was not discouraged. The ancient sword was standing up, and he greeted him. The night sword saw that Zhong Mo attacked the iron surface from the back.
Note, let Zhong Mo organic.
"Iron Noodle! Come and play with your uncle!" Ye Jian yelled, the long sword shook, turned into countless flying swords, and rushed to the iron surface.
The iron noodle sneered, dancing the full boxing shadow, and surrounded himself. When the boxing shadow completely surrounded the iron surface, suddenly the golden light was flourishing, and the fisting style formed countless air knives, shot out from all directions.
Ye Jian's shape saw that the other party was so powerful, and his teeth were gritted. Seeing that the fisting knife struck, he had to hide. He could only press the scolding, and the flying sword in his hand blocked the fist sword to block.
From the back of the bell in the back of the iron surface, he had to stop and began to resist. While Zhong Mo paused for a moment, the iron face flickered forward, leaned out his long arms, and grabbed the night sword -shaped shoulder.
After seeing the shape of the night sword, he sneered in his heart and scolded: "Okay! Let Lao Tzu chop your arm!" The voice did not fall, Jian Feng turned, and cut it towards the iron face.
When the long sword touched the iron noodle arms, the iron noodle arms changed the momentum, just avoided the night sword -shaped sword.
The night sword -shaped shape was shocked. When it was not reacted, there was a pain in the shoulders. Then, if the chest was hit by a lightning, a few sounds of bone fractures sounded, and the night sword -shaped blood sprayed out, such as the broken lines of paper kite.
, Fly out.
"Sword shape!" When Zhong Mo saw that the night sword -shaped arms were broken by the iron surface, they were shocked, "Iron! I want your life!"
The ancient sword issued a stormy offensive, and wanted to kill the iron face and the sword.
The night sword -shaped shape fell into the ground, lying on the ground straight, and never got up. After seeing Luo Jiutian, he quickly ran over and lifted up a bloody night sword -shaped shape.
Is it like? "
The night sword -shaped raised heavy eyelids, and a bitter smile was squeezed out of the corner of the mouth.
The painful night sword -shaped 裂.
"Sword shape, don't move, I'll give you bones!" Luo Jiutian said anxiously, saying, arms on the night sword -shaped arms, picking up bones for him.
After a while, the fractures of the night sword were taken over by Luo Jiutian, but there was no effort and iron noodles. For safety reasons, Luo Jiutian could only let the surrounding sergeants support the night sword shape, so as not to be iron.
Combat and kill.
"How is the situation, what is the situation?" The prince's face was anxious, his eyes stared at Zhong Mo, who fought with the iron face, and asked, "Can Zhong Mo hit this iron face?"
Sun Mouze shook his head with a worried look, "The protagonist, even Shu Jun barely tied his hands with the iron face, Zhong Mo was afraid it would be difficult."
Hearing the words, the eldest prince said to several monks who guarded around: "I don't need to protect it, go, go up to help Zhong Mo, kill that iron face together!"
"Lord, how can that, what if the iron -faced person comes to sneak attack?"
The eldest prince looked at him and shook his head: "I have decided, go!"
Several monks, you look at me, I hope you, I do n’t know what to do. Sun Mu strategy sighed and waved his hand, saying: "Since the protagonist says, you go!"
Hearing that Sun Mou strategy said the same, dozens of monks did not hesitate, they moved and flew towards the high wall. At this time, Zhong Mo and the iron face were fierce. Although Zhong Mo's offensive was fierce, the iron noodles were dripping.
In less than a moment, Zhong Mo has seen the wind.
Seeing that Zhong Mo gradually did not support, dozens of monks under the eldest prince rushed over and surrounded the iron noodle ball. Suddenly, Zhong Mo's pressure reduced, taking the opportunity to breathe.
"Okay! It's just right!" Seeing that I was surrounded by others, the iron surface was not afraid. "Today, I will kill the ring!"
"
In the parasol, Shu Jun and Sikong Jianheng have been imprisoned. Although they can no longer open the imprisonment of others, the power is still not to be underestimated.
Several monks under the eldest prince are not low, and their skills are naturally not weak. Coupled with the master of Zhong Mo, the situation becomes deadlocked.
And the outside battle is still fiercely. The only thing that makes Luo Jiutian feel relieved is the army of Qianlin Xiancheng. The combat is very heroic, and the cooperation is also very tacit. It seems that under the training of eternal peaks
The army that is alone.
However, what Luo Jiutian was worried is Shu Jun and Sikong Jianheng. I don't know how the two people are now. Is it true as Iron Noodle says, and has it been lost to him?
Although Luo Jiutian believed that Shu Jun would not die, so long Shu Jun didn't see Shu Jun's figure, and he couldn't help worrying.
"Nine days!" The eldest prince beckoned to Luo Jiutian in the distance.
After seeing Luo Jiutian, he dragged his tired pace and walked over.
"Does Shu Jun have not appeared yet?" The prince asked nervously.
Luo Jiutian sighed and shook his head, "Not yet."
Hearing the words, the prince couldn't help but say: "Will Shu Jun and Sikong Jian horizontal die on the hand of the iron surface?"
"No! No!" Luo Jiutian denied it.
Trust.
Seeing that Luo Jiutian said so firmly, the great prince and Sun Mu strategy could not help but be infected by his self -confidence.
"I believe in the words of nine days, Shumen will not die!" Sun Mou strategies, "He will definitely come back!"