"Boom!"

Inside and outside the jungle, thunder was rolling, accompanied by the roar of the golden retriever.

There were not many trees left, but now they were affected again. A series of trees broke and fell, causing the soil to fly.

Angry shouts came from a distance, and Zhong Sheng felt a little relieved. The two companions were still there.

"Girl holding the mirror!"

He looked at the snake girl and was so angry that he almost capsized.

The opponent's snake venom sneaks in silently, attacks without warning, and becomes even more ferocious.

At that time, Zhong Sheng also thought that he would definitely die and had to report to his second uncle's department.

Fortunately, there is snake medicine to save my life.

"Today, you will definitely die."

Monk Ming faced the corpse of the man holding the mirror, clasped his hands, and silently recited sutras.

In the blink of an eye, the man holding the mirror opened the corpse, jumped out, and protected the ancient sword with lightning speed.

"The poison has not gone away, and I only exerted 81% of my strength, but I have torn you apart long ago."

However, the last moment, the man holding the mirror had pulled me and drilled me into the ground, and my eyes suddenly turned white.

"Don't pretend to be dead!" Qingfeng Li shouted again.

As I chanted sutras, the chaotic plains of the jungle gradually became peaceful.

The man holding the mirror has a strong aura, but he shows no fear when faced with the torture of eight people.

But my spirit body has long been pulled by the man holding the mirror, retreating from the world of heaven to the underworld.

"Zhurong form, upgraded version of Breath of Wind and Fire."

"Stinky Taoist, great monk, goodbye on earth."

Li Qingfeng nodded, "Ming Nuan is a spiritual person. He asked what happened, so he was killed."

The ancient sword lifted up Zhong Sheng, and in seven words, he stabbed the sword into the chest of the man holding the mirror and stirred it several times.

Li Qingfeng just came from one place, doesn't he have the qualifications to bargain?"

But the monk has a bad heart, and Yi just fell into your plan.

If it were in the Zhurong state, I'm afraid the heart, lungs and throat would have been burned.

Gu Jian was panting, and his voice was as harsh as a bellows. This breath just now brought a scorching cold temperature that he had never experienced before.

Monk Ben Min advised irritably, "As long as he confesses, you will treat his injuries and there will be no fear of his life."

At the same time, Li Qingfeng and Monk Min joined forces to disperse the snake group of the man holding the mirror with poisonous mist, and later reunited.

The ancient sword fell to the ground on the spot, his eyes closed tightly, and Xi Yong was still holding it in his hand.

The man holding the mirror smiled ferociously. You have both legs now, and you are clearly a spirit body that has escaped from the physical body.

The girl holding the mirror flicked her tail to block, causing the ancient sword to fly away, but she was unscathed.

The girl holding the mirror turned and passed by, her veil rising like a cloud.

Only the upper half of the corpse embedded under the tree trunk was left, and the man holding the mirror opened his eyes instantly.

Ding dong, ding ding, ding ding!

You turned around and walked away, your lower body trying to escape, but your upper body didn't have time to pull back and still kicked hard at the ancient sword.

It turned out that the man holding the mirror combined his legs and threw them out like a snake's tail, tearing the air, and was about to hit Gu Jian's face.

Zhong Sheng's body was shaken violently, as if he had been hit by a locomotive running at full speed.

The cold fire pillar opened the mouth forcefully, and formed a churning liquid slurry that gushes out.

Plop!

Qingfeng Li drew out a steel sword and gestured at the man holding the mirror.

Once there, if you can return, your physical body will become a walking zombie, commonly known as a vegetative state.

The man holding the mirror reopened his red lips and said extremely hateful words, "You want my life."

The man holding the mirror opened his eyes and looked at Gu Jian, "Is that enough?

The salvation power of Buddhist scriptures conflicts with the witchcraft you cast, and you can no longer pretend to be living.

Underground pits, rocks, and snake corpses can be seen everywhere, and the bloody aura that envelopes them becomes thicker and lighter, tending to be nothing.

"Darling, come up and accompany you."

Even though her legs are as weak as willows, once she gets entangled, a piece of iron can break them.

"If you leave a monk, you are an evil person. You need to be saved."

After all the evil work has been done, there is only one way left: kill.

Qingfeng Li and Monk Min’s screams rang in my ears.

These clear white eyes, full of charm, are now covered in gray.

"Zhong Langjun, don't come near you, the temptress is full of poison."

The man holding the mirror kicked his legs over. The moment he saw the pillar of fire, his face turned pale with fright.

Qingfeng Li and Monk Min were stunned to see it, but they didn't have time to stop it. We don't have the ability to leave the body.

As soon as Zhong Sheng finished speaking, the ancient sword pierced the throat of the girl holding the mirror.

I haven’t mentioned it later, but the flying man and the man holding the mirror are both southwestern wizards who can go in and out of the netherworld and walk in the underworld.

The sword light flashed horizontally and vertically, and the gauze was instantly torn into countless pieces.

The man holding the mirror made a desperate leap, abandoning his body, and succeeded. This snake girl is so wild, even without snakes and magic, she is still so terrifying with the power of her body alone.

The man holding the mirror is embedded in the tree trunk, and his body is empty from the waist up.

The fight was fierce. Zhong Sheng used his sword skills with all his strength, but he was no match for the man holding the mirror.

The me in your mouth is like an ancient sword.

Swish, brush, brush!

"Wow!"

"It's also bad."

The short girl holding the mirror turned half a circle, jumped up from behind Zhong Sheng, and put one hand on his back.

Before the crash, fallen leaves and broken branches fell like rain.

The actions of the lower and upper body conflict, resulting in coordinated chaos.

The firelight was orange at first, then became more and more incandescent, almost pale and empty.

Bad guy, you have to eat soft and hard, right?

I am 100% sure that the soul is out of body, and the man holding the mirror still has this ability.

"What else do you want?"

"The letter is the letter, you took half of his body and cut it into pieces?"

Just as I was thinking about it, a white shadow flashed behind my eyes.

The pillar of fire hit the legs of the man holding the mirror and instantly evaporated into gas. The burning air blew his lower body away and hit him under a tree trunk a hundred meters away.

The ancient sword staggered a few steps, as if being driven by the pillar of fire in its mouth, trying its best to maintain its outline, bending down and supporting it up and down.

Your face is pale, with not a trace of blood left, and your eyes are ashen, completely defeated.

Although the ancient sword does not have snake medicine to cure the poison, the poison has just ended and it has not caused any major damage. Even if it recovers, it may still reach its peak state, and there is always a feeling that there is not enough power left when taking action.

The ancient sword passes you, and you see the corpse embedded under the tree trunk, which is not completely cool yet.

But Monk Ming insisted, "Good people and evil people are all living beings, and you, the Buddha, will save them."

He gritted his teeth, suppressing the sweet taste in his throat, and stabbed his back with the ancient sword from under his arm.

Gu Jian took a deep breath and felt the warmth pouring into his chest.

Gu Jian was surprised to find that that strange touch seemed to be...

Qingfeng Li still has no lingering fear. The skin on my hands has healed, almost damaging the muscles and veins.

The few of us know torture and torture, so it’s difficult to pry open the other party’s iron door.

The change happened amidst the sound of chanting sutras.

Gu Jian opened his mouth, and the vigorous cold power in his body sprayed out only from his mouth and nose, and his eyes, ears, and other remaining apertures also overflowed from there.

The man holding the mirror had bulging eyes. He struggled for a while, like a dehydrated fish, and then moved in a moment. He was reading a book

I also have a strange ancient sword. The man holding the mirror is a die-hard loyalist to Princess Jialuo, so he may easily reveal the information.

The man holding the mirror was dead but frozen just now, and he wanted to secretly perform the soul-returning magic.

"It's bad, please let go of Mr. Zhong slowly."
Chapter completed!