The Red Blood Demon Mastiff was shaking, obviously not coming back to its senses. This was the best opportunity for the Ghost Dragon to make a mobile phone! Gu Fenghua put away his long sword and began to gather his divine thoughts, preparing to make a handprint. After all, the power of the Ghost Dragon demon spirit
The great loss has not yet fully recovered, and the Red Blood Demon Mastiff is at the time of fierceness. She doesn't want to see any accidents in the ghost dragon. At the critical moment, she still needs her help.
However, when Gu Fenghua was puzzled, the Ghost Dragon was not in a hurry to take action, but just lurked quietly behind the huge rock, staring at the Red Blood Demon Mastiff in front of him without blinking.
The Red Blood Demon Mastiff did not notice the existence of the ghost dragon at all, and shook his head vigorously, and the swaying figure quickly stabilized.
What is this guy doing? He missed such a great opportunity! Gu Fenghua was anxious and angry, and at the same time he was even more confused.
"Gu Fenghua, I admit defeat. The previous grudges have been written off. I apologize to you and admit my mistakes." Seeing Gu Fenghua sacrificed the Eight Demon Suppression Picture, he did not kill his demon pet, Chu Qingxuan was stunned at first, but was happy
Ruokuang shouted in tears when he was crying to Gu Fenghua.
She didn't know that this Eight Demon Suppression Picture was not sacrificed by Gu Fenghua, but the Ghost Dragon made his own decision.
"Wait first, don't worry." Gu Fenghua said. She also wanted to see what tricks this guy, Ghost Dragon, wanted to play, how could he stop so early.
Anyway, the Red Blood Demon Mastiff is trapped in the Eight Demon Suppression Picture. As long as she doesn't do it herself, the Ghost Dragon should not hurt its life. Besides, with the current weak state of the Ghost Dragon, it may be difficult to hurt its life.
Chu Qingxuan was worried about the safety of the Red Blood Demon Mastiff, so she naturally refused to give up easily and wanted to ask for help. However, looking at the seven golden holy beads between Gu Fenghua's eyebrows, she swallowed them back with difficulty when she was at her mouth.
With Gu Fenghua's strength, if she had the intention to kill just now, the Red Blood Demon Mastiff would definitely die, and even the master would not have time to stop her. Since she did not take any action, she sacrificed this magic weapon, she naturally injured Red Blood without intention.
The life of the demon mastiff. If you don’t know what it is, the red blood demon mastiff will really be unable to protect your life.
If she could, she wanted to take the Red Blood Demon Mastiff back to the demon pet space? But she was exercising divine thoughts? She realized that the contractual connection between herself and the demon pet was completely cut off.
In the Eight Demon Suppression Picture? The Red Blood Demon Mastiff is still roaring, as if he has recovered a little bit of his intelligence, or it may have recovered a little bit of the intuition of the monster's instinct for dangerous instincts. He looked around blankly, probably looking for a way out
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Opportunity, before it woke up, this was the best opportunity to take action. Luo Enen and others looked at the ghost dragon, but the guy was still lying on the spot without moving? He only carefully exposed his eyes
Look outward.
What is this guy doing? At this moment, not only Gu Fenghua, Luo Enen and others were also confused, and even Chu Qingxuan was a little confused.
"Roar..." Suddenly? The ghost dragon let out a low roar.
Have you taken action? This guy finally took action... Oh no, it should be moving his claws? Or talking! Gu Fenghua and others were all excited.
Unfortunately, they were wrong. The ghost dragon did move, but it didn't move its claws. It was really moving its mouth. While roaring that sound, it quickly moved its body, shaking its tail against the ground.
After reaching another boulder.
"Ao..." Hearing the roar of the ghost dragon, the Red Blood Demon Mastiff finally recovered a little bit of intelligence and his eyes burned blood again. A circle of mane on his neck stood up, rushing towards the direction where the roar came.