The tragic country of Yue

At this time, the Blood Evil Soul-Suppressing Tower had turned into several feet in size, and as more and more sucking Yin objects were still expanding, the blood mist became thicker and thicker. The airflow formed by the terrifying suction was like a tornado, madly absorbing Yin objects within a hundred meters around. Except for the ghost soldiers above the stage and the strength level below the king's realm, no one can escape the devour of the Soul-Suppressing Tower.

After all, the more evil objects suppressed by the Soul-Suppressing Tower, the greater its power itself. This is one of the most powerful characteristics of the Blood Evil Soul-Suppressing Tower.

Now the power of the Blood Evil Soul-Suppressing Tower is linked to Xie Ying's strength, but as more and more Yin objects swallow and suppress them, the power will increase greatly. Xie Ying cannot subdue powerful Yin objects, so use the quantity to supplement it, and the more it will be better.

"Stop, I admit defeat." Seeing that the four ghost generals were about to catch the scissors, a rather panic-pinching and nervous shout came out. The scissors hell quickly faded, turned into illusion and disappeared, and the battlefield environment was restored in a blink of an eye.

"Brother Xie Ying, you are too unkind. You have a blood evil soul-suppressing tower. Just take it out early, why waste each other's time and energy?" Chen Qun appeared, feeling depressed, his face twitched, and said with a wry smile at Xie Ying, paused and continued: "It's true that you regard the Eighteen Hells as a hunting ground, and want to use it to enhance the power of the Pagoda. I'm not easy to collect the evil objects of these Eighteen Hells. You, you..."

At the end, Chen Qun showed bitterness and was speechless, as if he regarded the two as fighting fiercely, rather than fighting for life and death, and even reduced his identity. After all, he had something to ask for.

"Brother Chen really misunderstood. He really wanted to experience the battle with the ghost path, but he had no intention of hunting, otherwise he would not have to waste his spiritual power to clear out the tongue-pulling hell." Xie Ying spread his hands and responded with a smile.

"Oh..." Chen Qun sighed heavily, his face hesitated, and hesitated as if he was quite embarrassed to speak: "Brother Xie, that..."

Xie Ying looked at Chen Qun with a smile and said nothing, and had already guessed Chen Qun's intention. After all, it was not easy to find a ghost thing that echoed his strength and the eighteen hells.

Chen Qun was a little worried by Xie Ying, and gritted the bullet and muttered: "Anyway, the King of Hell and Brother Xie are not very useful. I wonder if Brother Xie can become the beauty of my younger brother?" After saying that, he consciously handed over a storage bracelet.

Xie Ying was not polite, and took the spiritual sense of the storage bracelet and swept it. A white light turned into his storage bracelet. He handed Chen Qun's bracelet back and responded: "The market price of the ghost general is between 80 and 1 million spiritual crystals, so you can collect one million." After the words, he waved to call out the King of Hell with the tongue pulling out.

"Thank you, brother, for your promise, I dare not promise anything else. The tongue-pulling hell will never entertain Brother Xie again." Chen Qun was not artificial, took the storage bracelet, bowed happily, and put away the tongue-pulling hell.

Xie Ying was angry and funny and shook her head without saying a word. What does this mean?

...

"The Kingdom of Yue, the family, Zheng Kuan"

With the Yue Kingdom players on the court, Xie Ying couldn't help but be very interested in the opponent in front of him. Since the Eight Kingdoms' battle, Zheng Kuan is the first disciple of the incomparable genre to appear.

The Jie family respects the meaning of "Jiejia", plunders and plunders all over the world for their own use, which is quite despised and hostile. However, they claim to be the orthodox "Jiejiao", one of the three major sects of the ancient times. They have learned the true teachings of Jiejiao, and have practiced to a profound level. They can even seize the essence, blood, energy, and secrets of heaven. They are indeed unique, but they are one of the less-than-class schools and are classified as the Demonic Way. Some demons do not even recognize the status of the Jiejiao family.

"Jie, Jie, Jie, Jie..."

A burst of ghosts and gods cried and howled, and countless evil ghosts, ghosts, and zombies rushed towards Zheng Kuan and the red turtle from all directions.

"Puff, puff, puff..."

Although Zheng Kuan's strength is not low, the Jie family relies on Jie to control it, and he does not have any attack methods. It is all low-level Yin and Yang and Five Elements spells. For evil ghosts who are boundless like a tide, it is simply a drop in the bucket.

On the contrary, the great power of the Red Pig is. Although the Red Pig is good at water spells and is not very effective in dealing with these evil ghosts, the waves are overwhelming, and the water arrows are like rain, and they are constantly harvesting the evil ghosts of the Senluo.

More than half an hour later.

Even Zheng Kuan and the Red Pig kept swallowing the spiritual pill, but they still couldn't keep up with such high-intensity consumption. Evil ghosts, ghosts, etc. gradually came and began to cause injuries to Zheng Kuan and the Red Pig.

"Snatch the secrets of heaven and plunder the world"

Zheng Kuan looked at the endless evil ghosts around him in despair, took a deep breath, smiled miserably, and his hands were handprints, and he actually aimed the target of the robbery beside him. A thick blood mist exploded, forcing countless evil ghosts to retreat, and wrapped Zheng Kuan and the purr in...

"Ao..."

A wave of despair and pain, a roar that shook the world, and the blood mist slowly retracted, revealing a human figure with white beards and covered with fish scales on his body. Looking at his face, except for white beards, white beards, it is no different from Zheng Kuan. But now Zheng Kuan is no longer a human, but a fishman or a mermaid.

"Why do you have to?" A long, helpless sigh swept into the Senro hell.

"roar"

After the blood mist was absorbed, the fishman Zheng Kuan suddenly rushed towards the endless evil ghosts, ghosts, zombies, etc., waved his arm, and the giant * rolled and swallowed. The strong wind whistled, and the evil ghosts and zombies were beaten into nothingness.

Half an hour later...

One hour later...

Human power is sometimes poor. Even if the power brought by the red pigs to Zheng Kuan is strong, it will be consumed. At this time, Zheng Kuan was covered in blood, fish scales peeled off, and his flesh was shocked, and his head was scattered, like a madman.

The evil ghosts, ghosts, zombies, etc. in the Hell of the Rouge will only turn into nothingness and have no blood. The blood is all Zheng Kuan himself. At this time, Zheng Kuan could no longer use huge* and raging waves, and could only shoot several water arrows from time to time, and the rest were fighting with their own strength.

"Zheng Kuan, you are at your end of your life. Give up your defeat, why should you be so persistent?" Seeing Zheng Kuan like this, a rather thrilling voice came out. According to this trend, it is no problem to kill Zheng Kuan, but his magic power, spiritual energy and dust energy are also exhausted.

Zheng Kuan was silent, still killing wildly...

The wind is blowing, and the wind is weeping like a ghost.

The dark and seemingly boundless Hell was silent, and only the fishman Zheng Kuan, who turned into a blood man, kept roaring and howl hoarsely.

...

The audience outside the venue held their breath in their hearts, quietly watching the blood-crazy fishman on the platform, the atmosphere was silent and solemn.

"Zheng He, Zheng Kuan is no longer able to do it. It is useless to insist on it. You can admit defeat." Gongyang Shi was quite unbearable and advised that this time, except for one of the candidates sent by Yue State, all eight of them died in battle on the stage. There were two of them, including the three guards in the company, and they were not allowed to fight, and Zheng Kuan was the tenth.

Yue Guozhu Hou Zhenghe clenched his fists, his nails were pale, but he said nothing.

"Why do you say you have no clothes? You are in the same comrade with your son. The king set up his army and repaired my sword and spear. He is in the same vengeance with your son.

Is it said that I have no clothes? I am in the same vein as my son. The king raised his troops and repaired my spear and halberd. He worked with me.

Is it true that I have no clothes? I have the same clothes as me. The king of the army has established me and built my armor and soldiers. I have traveled with me.

…”

A hoarse and subtle, like a moaning "The Book of Songs * Wuyi" echoes constantly in the dark forest hell of the death realm...

This was originally a generous and emotional letter of request for battle, but later became a song that inspires fighting spirit, but now it expresses a kind of tragic and madness of rather than surrendering and longing for battle.

Everyone around was silent, and everyone knew why Yue Kingdom was so crazy because they had no way out.

The noise is gone, why does the darkness of the night fall early, sometimes hazy and sometimes confused.

Zheng He, the king of Yue State, lowered his head, and a burst of crystal tears fell...

It falls to the ground, breaks into drops, and turns into misty water splashes.

Zheng Kuan is his favorite son

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