Everyone's eyes were fixed on the flight path of the sick ghost, and they calculated the distance to the mansion in their hearts.

An old man who was drinking tea spit out a sip of tea from his mouth and said in shock: "This is too exaggerated..."

Wen Donglai narrowed his eyes slightly and his cheeks were burning. It was really embarrassing.

But what happened next shocked countless people's eyes and teeth.

The sick ghost flew across the air for a distance, seemed to be blown by the wind, deflected slightly, and shot directly into the door with a whooshing sound.

…roar…

Score.

Wen Donglai stared at the scene in front of him in stunned silence.

Damn it.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously. Except that the purple and red Qi on the sick ghost's body was almost extinguished, there was no change in the world of Qi.

"Wow, I just said he can do it." His teammates cheered for him and clenched their hands as if to cheer him up.

The referee looked at him solemnly, the muscles on his face twitched, and he even raised his eyebrows to signal him to continue.

Wen Donglai swallowed, rubbed the muscles on his face vigorously, and seemed to feel something in his heart.

"Heaven bless you."

He prayed secretly, flew up with his kick, and the sick ghost flew towards the door of the house as he wished.

This time, he didn't go too far, and at least there was a slim chance of shooting.

But at this moment, he felt a sudden sense of Qi, and he noticed a change in the Qi around him.

He saw that the Yin Stem 10-10 Confucianism and Weirdness above his head once again tore a thin slit, and a bloody claw-shaped object protruded from it, reaching towards the flying sick ghost.

"Fuck, cheating!" Wen Donglai was horrified, but there was nothing he could do about the weird Confucianism.

He has no Confucian possessions, and his tyrannical flesh and blood alone cannot achieve the Confucian weirdness.

And every time I think about it as bitter bamboo, I feel even more uncomfortable.

He was extremely anxious. The sick ghost who was still flying suddenly flashed a phantom of silky water droplets. The bloody claw that was reaching towards it contracted violently like a frightened mouse after contacting the phantom.

.

The sick ghost gained strength again and shot into the house impartially.

…roar…

Score one more point.

The various exclamations coming from his ears were automatically blocked by Wen Donglai's consciousness.

Wen Donglai was confused, but Jun Qing whispered in his ear: "I just smelled a... mysterious... smell..."

"mystery?"

"Yes, and it is the smell of immortality among the six mysteries..."

"Immortality... Haotian's immortality turns into a god, and gods have the power of immortality..."

Wen Donglai thought for a moment, and his eyes quickly focused on the sick ghost who had almost completely extinguished the thunder and fire.

"The last shot..." the referee reminded Wen Donglai in a deep voice.

Wen Donglai looked at the sick ghost at his feet. At this time, the thunder fire was almost completely extinguished. Every time he breathed in and out, the flesh and blood on his body was squirming slightly.

He didn't know why, but he couldn't bear it.

Confucianism shoots at the heavenly wolf and shoots at the gate of the mansion.

The shot was a live Sirius, not a dead ball.

As a human being, if every piece of skin on our body is kicked here and there, our dignity and life will not survive.

But as a living creature.

"Does it hurt?" Wen Donglai suddenly asked himself curiously.

"I advise you not to be sentimental." Jun Qing whispered in his ear.

"hehe."

Wen Donglai smiled awkwardly, bowed his body, kicked the ground with his left leg, raised his right leg like an arrow, and the sick man flew into the sky like a shooting star, heading straight for the door of the house.

everyone…

All eyes…

In this last moment, sick ghost is undoubtedly the most handsome boy in the audience, and this boy was created by Wen Donglai.

In, the Kuru Wild Wolves qualified for the finals...

After losing, all the members of the Kuru Wild Wolf Team were bound by the Confucian law of being locked in a cage and could only stay in Kuru Town for the rest of their lives, which was like being in prison.

This kick is not only honor and disgrace, but also related to the future destiny of twelve people.

"Fly, fly in..." Wen Donglai's heart seemed to be back on the green fields of his hometown. Once he flew away, he could not land.

This time he shot towards the door of the house, impartially, and he was confident that he would be able to enter.

This is also the time when he has the greatest confidence. Confidence is always built up after countless good lucks.

But……

Wen Donglai's pupils shrank, and his heart trembled as he looked at the sky turning blood red and the pretty head hanging down from the sky.

"Buzhu...you finally couldn't bear it anymore." Wen Donglai's heart was filled with shock and fear.

Yu Xinshu's frantic alarm sounded in his ears.

"Invasion of strange power, automatic filtering by Confucian gods and immortals, ten battles of strange power...reverse recovery of flesh and blood..."

"The invasion of strange power, Confucian gods and immortals automatically filter it out, a hundred battles of strange power...the flesh and blood are reversely revived, and the vitality of the flesh and blood is fifty-six years old..."

"Invasion of strange power, Confucian gods and immortals automatically filter it out, thousands of strange powers fight...the flesh and blood are reversely revived, and the vitality of the flesh and blood is fifty-five years old..."

Wen Donglai's heart immediately turned to fear and joy.

Time seems to have frozen, and no one is paying attention.

Kuzhu's head quickly hung down from the sky. There was nothing below his neck, but there was a blood vessel-like blood line connected to the mountain of flesh above his head, looking at him and smiling softly.

"Brother Wen, this is my space of doubt. Here, I am the king. Here, I am the master of destiny. Here, the environment is as I wish. Here, the environment is as I wish..."

What Ku Zhu said was the same as what Zhao Wuxie said before.

They are all so domineering and arrogant.

Wen Donglai smiled bitterly, he really couldn't understand the girl in front of him.

Doesn't she love beauty and like the way she looks now with only one head left?

"Kuzhu, if you have questions in your heart, you must learn to find answers... Why should you doubt the sky? You are like this now..."

Kuzhu laughed loudly and interrupted Wen Donglai's words very rudely. There was no trace of virtue, and he shook his solitary head in front of him.

"Brother Wen, Confucianism and calligraphy have said that the article about heaven and earth has been written long ago. This article can help mankind realize the true unity of heaven and earth. However, God is selfish and refuses to pass on the article to the world... Therefore, my ancestors who have lived for hundreds of generations have been imprisoned in the earth.

The pain of being caged, tell me, should I be suspicious of heaven..."

Wen Donglai was completely speechless.

It was obviously a man-made disaster, but it was insisted on being called a natural disaster.

"Forget it, Confucianism and eccentricity are just madmen born after the brain's nerves jump. Arguing with a madman is like playing the piano to an ox." Wen Donglai sighed secretly.

He looked directly at the blood vessel connected to Kuzhu's head, and a thought flashed through his mind. If this blood vessel was cut off, Kuzhu would die directly.

His words were extremely tough: "Kuzhu, if you want to kill me, then kill me. Otherwise, let me out as soon as possible."

Kuzhu's complexion became even gentler.

Squinting his eyes and staring at Wen Donglai, the water in his eyes seemed to melt everything.

"Brother Wen, I am descending to the Suspicious Sky Space to ask for one thing. Can you give up this last shot?"
Chapter completed!