S presents today's update, by the way, pull a vote for the 515 Fan Festival, everyone has 8 votes, and the vote will also give coins, kneel and beg everyone to support and appreciate A flash of fire rushed out from Zhu Rong Tianming's body, and a figure of Zhu Rong's clan flashed, helping him resist the heavy blow of the trident, but it also shocked Zhu Rong Tianfang's mouth full of blood.
Zhu Rong Tianming yelled in panic and fled in embarrassment.
"Barbarian" When the Gonggong clan opened his big hand and grabbed Zhu Rong's destiny, Ji Hao turned his head to look at the brute and asked her in a low voice.
Wuzhiqi, who was holding the teapot and pouring tea into his mouth, immediately touched his iron rod and looked at Ji Hao fiercely.
Although everyone has a tacit understanding, there is no real fight for their lives, but Wuzhiqi also has its own bottom line.
Ji Hao didn't go to save Zhurong's destiny, and everyone was naturally safe.
If Ji Hao wants to intervene, then Wuzhiqi can only do his best.
"Why, what, let him die" The brute sat cross-legged on the futon, leaning back and forth like a tumbler, his little face wrinkled, and his brows were tightly frowned.
After thinking for a while, he nodded very seriously: "Let him die, ah, he has robbed me of things since he was a child, he is not a good thing."
Hmph, bastard who even grabbed the fruit that Daddy gave me, die" Ji Hao stopped talking, picked up a cup of tea and drank softly to the Jia warriors who were making a scene: "Fight harder, the momentum can be stronger." ” The warriors of the Jia tribe panted and picked up their heavy weapons, and used all their strength to block them, and in the splashing of sparks, the dull loud sound like striking iron became more dense, and the aura emanating from their bodies became more solemn and solemn.
Wuzhi Qi screamed a few times at the top of his throat, and then cursed a few words indiscriminately to prove that he was fighting with Ji Hao.
The group sat quietly in the mist, quietly watching Zhu Rong Tianming flee with all his might.
With a hideous smile, like a giant playing baby, Gonggong stretched out his big hand and grabbed it towards Zhurong Tianfang.
Gonggong's fingers ran over Zhu Rong's body from time to time.
A deep blood mark was drawn on his body, and a large amount of blood continued to spurt out of Zhu Rong Tianming's body, making Zhu Rong Tianming squeak and howl miserably, tears and snot all over his face.
If it weren't for Zhu Rong's destiny, he would know it.
Knowing that the revenge of killing his son could not be erased, he had now fallen to his knees and cried bitterly to the Gonggong clan for mercy.
"Hmph, it's a shame for Daddy."
The barbarian looked at Zhu Rong Tianfang with disgust: "He's really not a good thing, the eldest brother told the barbarian that since he accepted that potchuga as his subordinate."
For a while, he had been trying to compete for the position of the eldest brother, and the entire Zhu Rongfeng was stirred up by him. ” The brute said fiercely, but seeing the blood constantly spurting out of Zhu Rong's Heavenly Destiny, her little face twitched for a while, and it was obvious that she was also hesitating.
The barbarians who have no heart and lungs and are too lazy to use their brains are full of bad feelings towards Zhurong's destiny.
But seeing Zhu Rong's Heavenly Destiny being tortured so miserably by the Gonggong Clan, the feeling of originating from the bloodline made the barbarian quite hesitant.
To save him, or not to save him?
If you don't save it, I'm afraid that Zhu Rong's family will be sad.
But to save him, you have to carry the Gonggong clan.
Not to mention how terrible the Gonggong clan is, just the three important ministers of Wuzhiqi, Xiangliu, and Xiu Snake around him.
It's not easy to deal with.
If it was to save Zhu Rong's destiny, let Ji Hao and other friends fall into danger and subconsciously feel that it would be better to let Zhu Rong's destiny die The corpse Dao who had just been slapped away by a wave of the Gonggong clan rushed back panting, and he angrily watched the Gonggong clan torture and kill Zhurong Tianfang, and shouted: "Gonggong clan, today there is you without me, poor Dao and you fight" Gonggong's palm clasped Zhu Rong's Tian's neck, and his five fingers were slightly forced, pinching Zhurong Tian's destiny and rolling his eyes, Gonggong's looked at the corpse Taoist mockingly: "Oh, I don't have you, why do you say this to me?"
Dozens of miles away.
As soon as the snake's tail flicked, Portchuga and dozens of his peers wailed and were whipped away by his tail.
The power of the snake cultivator was too strong, and Portchuga and a few other disciples with exotic treasure protectors were okay, and dozens of other people were crushed by this huge force at the same time.
Broken flesh and bones bloomed in the sky.
"Oh, it's broken, it's not delicious" Xiu Snake smiled hideously, opened his big mouth and took a deep breath, and the flesh and blood in the sky were swallowed clean by him.
The same door was killed, and he was swallowed as a snack by the snake.
Potchuga's eyes were red with anger, and he yelled hoarsely at the corpse Dao man: "Today, fight with them, and dare to fight against this sect, they will definitely not end up."
The corpse man took a deep breath, and as he inhaled, his flesh and skin quickly dried up, and soon turned into a transparent piece of golden leather firmly attached to his skeleton.
Brilliant fairy light rippled out in the golden skeleton in the body, and the corpse Daoist said gloomily: "That's right, let's fight."
Gonggong, you remember, you have brought disaster to your Gonggong line today."
Gonggong sneered, he tilted his head and looked at the corpse man, and shook his head disdainfully: "The disaster of destroying the door is said to be about you Mu Dao people, flower Dao people, hehe, Lao Tzu remembered that sooner or later there will be a day."
The corpse Taoist giggled: "Gonggong Clan, with the background of your water god lineage, you are not qualified to worry about the ancestor of this sect."
Today, I will let your soul fly away, so that you will never be reborn."
Gonggong didn't say a word, the trident in his hand was raised high, and the surging water with a radius of 100,000 miles and a depth of 100 miles rose into the air, and countless large and small whirlpools rolled and entangled in the deep water, making a dull thunderous sound, as if a large mouth swallowed towards the corpse Dao and Potchuga and others.
The corpse man had a gloomy face, and with a flip of his palm, a black coffin appeared in his hand.
The black coffin did not have the slightest luster, it was black and heavy, and it was more than a foot long.
The corpse man glanced at the coffin a little hesitantly, gritted his teeth and lifted the lid away, and then quickly recited the incantation.
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A monstrous yin qi slowly flowed out of the coffin, and the naked eye could see that the black yin qi was rolling out of the coffin like water waves.
With the sound of rattling and rubbing, a huge dragon head slowly poked out of the coffin, the lifeless dragon head looked deeply at the Gonggong clan, a low and hoarse dragon groan slowly sounded, the dragon head suddenly struggled, and flew into the air violently.
In the blink of an eye, a hundred-mile-long five-clawed dragon burst out of the coffin and circled and flew in the air.
Then a hundred-mile dragon continued to fly out of the coffin, and in just a few breaths, a hundred dragons circled all over the sky, each dragon was lifeless, and a miserable green ghost fire ignited in his eyes.
Wuzhiqi jumped up violently, he looked at those giant dragons and exclaimed: "There is really a kind, this is the ancient divine dragon, the current dragon clan is their descendants, and someone dares to use the ancient divine dragon to refine the corpse puppet."
They circled for a while, while lowering their heads and taking a deep breath.
The rolling water with a radius of 100,000 miles flew up into the sky, and was swallowed into the stomach by Bailong, and in just a few breaths, the water set off by Gonggong's was swallowed clean, and there was no trickle left.
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