Li Mochou felt a sudden chill pass through her body, and it passed by without stopping at all.
Is it my own illusion?
After a quick inspection of his body, he found nothing unusual.
Li Mochou suddenly felt frightened. She raised her eyes and saw the woman's eyes.
Is that a soul scan?
This guy can actually scan the soul!
Li Mochou suddenly realized that she had come to the wrong place.
I came here to smelt the nine-story demon tower. I didn’t expect that I would meet another demon king in this ghost place!
"Tsk tsk tsk, that's good. It turned out to be a goblin with a demon core. Is there a goblin convention today? Except for this flying animal and this boy, the rest of the people present are all goblins, and their cultivation is pretty good. Tsk tsk tsk, tsk tsk tsk,
It’s so delicious.”
Encountering a strong enemy, Li Mochou became more motivated to fight.
No matter what he said, he was promoted to Obsidian member of Zhutian Supermarket, and he was also a peak level two demon king. Why should he be afraid of another demon king?
Just in time, swallow the opponent's demon core and replenish yourself.
The corners of Li Mochou's mouth raised slightly, and she turned into an old-looking Taoist nun. The Taoist nun had white hair, held a fly whisk, and had a majestic demeanor. It was obvious that if time could go back, she would be a great beauty.
Yang Guo watched from the side and shivered: "Aunt Mochou, you are so serious, it's not like you."
The white-haired Taoist nun glared at Yang Guo and kicked him away.
The white-haired Taoist nun waved her fly whisk and flew into the air: "Don't worry, you evil beast. If you don't carry forward our ancient tomb sect and go to this ghost place to become a goblin, do you know your sin?"
The white-haired Taoist nun is Lin Chaoying, the founder of the Tomb Sect.
Lin Chaoying questioned him head-on. The powerful pressure of the Patriarch almost made "Li Mochou" sitting on the white jade coffin frighten to her knees.
"Li Mochou" broke into a cold sweat, but in the next second, "Li Mochou" dressed in white turned into a full-blooded man.
"Chaoying, why are you so angry? Do you know that I miss you so much underground? I have missed you for so many years, have you ever missed me? Come on, Chaoying, I am Chongyang, don't you want to come back?
Come into my arms?"
Damn it, if I come into your arms, I will die on the spot!
However, when Wang Chongyang appeared, Lin Chaoying's heart skipped a beat.
Wang Chongyang had a natural restraint on Lin Chaoying. As soon as he appeared, Lin Chaoying's bloodline was unstable and his mood became irritable.
Lin Chaoying's demon core trembled, and at the risk of the demon core being torn apart, he forcibly switched to a cavalryman holding the golden flag high, shouting to kill Zhentian, and raised his knife to slash Wang Chongyang with a mocking look on his face.
"puff!"
Wang Chongyang couldn't bear the humiliation, and a mouthful of dirty blood spurted out, staining most of the white jade coffin red.
Just when Wang Chongyang's stooped figure was about to be defeated, under extremely difficult circumstances, Wang Chongyang forced a switch and turned into a rough-looking man wearing a sweat scarf.
"The Jin people are shameless and have invaded our Song Dynasty! I, Xiao Feng, want your Jin soldiers today, and my blood will be scattered for hundreds of miles!"
This time, Jin Bing, who remained highly nervous, had been observing Wang Chongyang's movements before and after his transformation. When the iconic Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms appeared, Jin Bing did not hesitate and was not used by the opponent's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
Before she came out, she transformed into a girl with almond-shaped eyes and peach cheeks.
"Brother Xiao, once you used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to beat the disguised A'Zhu to death. Now, are you going to repeat the sinful history again?"
Xiao Feng, who was concentrating his efforts to complete the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, was suddenly sweating profusely, his eyes suddenly became enlarged, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms suddenly lost his breath and sense of proportion.
"puff!"
Xiao Feng spurted out another mouthful of old blood. The emerald white jade coffin that was all over his body had turned into a mass of blood.
A'Zhu smiled coldly: "Young man, you're a bit stunned when you compete with me in role-playing. Whether it's The Legend of the Condor Heroes or The Legend of Dragons, I'm very familiar with it."
Xiao Feng, who was backlashed by his own chaotic Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, forcibly suppressed his demonic core that was on the verge of tearing apart, and switched to another handsome young man, Murong Fu.
As soon as Murong Fu appeared, his powerful aura of master forced A'Zhu to bow down immediately before he could react at all.
A'Zhu's heart trembled at that time.
There is no way, this is a role-playing battle between demon kings. As long as you can transform into an identity or character that restrains your opponent, you can naturally suppress the opponent. If you can find the nemesis of your opponent's character, it will only take a matter of minutes to kill the enemy.
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However, the two demon kings in the role-playing game are both very high-level demon kings. Both the woman in white and Li Mochou have extremely fast reaction speeds. If they want to switch to the nemesis to restrain their opponents in a very short period of time, they need to
Huge knowledge and lightning-quick adaptability.
So far, the demon king in white vomited two mouthfuls of old blood, and his demon core trembled.
But this time, when Murong Fu appeared, A'Zhu's status as a servant forced her to bow down and bow down.
In the process of bowing, Murong Fu thrust out a sword light, intending to chop off the opponent's head.
A'Zhu's reaction was also very quick. In the blink of an eye, he forcibly switched to the graceful and graceful Wang Yuyan.
Murong Fu's sword swing had to be stopped abruptly because he was worried about the identity of Wang Yuyan's mother and his love for Wang Yuyan.
Wherever the sword light passed, Murong Fu smiled and transformed into a beautiful woman.
"Yu Yan, won't you listen to my mother's words? You actually dare to come to this nine-story demon tower privately to meet Murong Fu. How courageous are you!" Mrs. Wang Li Qingluo stared angrily and raised her stick to beat him.
Yang Guo, who finally understood the role-playing confrontation, shouted loudly: "Aunt Mochou, run away, she has become your mother!"
Wang Yuyan looked down in the air, completely ignoring Mrs. Wang Li Qingluo who was attacking with a big stick, but glared at Yang Guo: "Your mother!"
At the same time, Mrs. Wang Li Qingluo, who found a flaw and her role as a mother, raised her big stick high and was about to swing it down.
If this stick were struck, it would look like a mother beating her daughter, but with the blessing of the demonic power of the woman in white whose strength had increased 100 times, Wang Yuyan would be killed.
Moreover, this is a role-playing battle between demon kings. Before the winner is determined, the role positioning must respect the rules of the entire battle game.
Mother is greater than daughter, this is the rule. Wang Yuyan can only be beaten, cannot escape, and cannot fight back.
Seeing that Wang Yuyan was about to be beaten to death by Mrs. Wang Li Qingluo, a smile appeared on the corners of Wang Yuyan's lips.
But the big stick, which was filled with billowing demonic aura, stopped with a bang just half an inch above Wang Yuyan's head.
This move shocked Mrs. Wang Li Qingluo!
My role is that of a mother, and it is natural for a mother to beat her daughter. Why can't the blow go down?
Moreover, if I read it correctly, the corners of Wang Yuyan's mouth turned up slightly. Is she so confident?
In the duel between the demon kings, a flash of thought is a demon's life!
But why is this big stick of a mother actually frozen in time and space, and why does he have a vague premonition of something ominous?