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Chapter 1610 Field Battle(2/2)

The next scene was particularly frightening. The majestic man, the real Immortal King, shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. His energy and blood were devoured, and his essence was sucked away. Even his own soul could not escape the disaster.

Become the nourishment of the woman in white.

"Caiyang." The Demon King raised his eyebrows.

"Ten Yin." Mr. Zhao muttered.

It was obvious that the woman in white had practiced an extremely evil technique, which specialized in using yin and yang to devour male cultivators. Looking at how skillful she was, it was obvious that she did this on a daily basis.

The man in black robe knelt down and was forcefully sucked into a mummy.

You often walk by the river without getting your shoes wet. You have committed too many sins, and retribution has come.

Looking at the woman in white, she is full of satisfaction. She has swallowed an immortal king and is still at the peak level. It feels extremely wonderful. If there are a few more people like this, she will advance to the demigod level faster.

who?

She sensed something good and raised her hand to pat the darkness.

Zhao Yun had no intention of hiding, so he walked out one step ahead, and a sword energy broke the power of his palm.

The woman in white narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly and frowned slightly, because with her Immortal King's vision, she could not see through this person. In other words, there was a mysterious power in the other person, covering up the peeps in this dead and silent ancient star.

There is such a strange person hidden in the middle.

"Which family it is from?" the woman in white said calmly.

Zhao Yun said nothing and gradually revealed his true appearance.

Seeing the woman in white who was still putting on her clothes, she was startled. This person's appearance was much more handsome than that of the High Priest of the Bloodyin Sect. This person's appearance seemed familiar at first glance. The Holy Son of the Great Luo Immortal Sect? Yes.

, is the one named Zhao, the eternal inheritance.

"Holy Son of Da Luo...famous is worse than seeing him."

The woman in white smiled charmingly and walked slowly.

While walking, she took off her fairy clothes again, revealing her pure white skin, bathed in the starlight, shining with a charming luster, and the refreshing feminine fragrance, which has a unique magical power.

Zhao Yun closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them again the next moment.

There was a white flame burning in his eyes.

"Dream Fairy Fire?" The woman in white's face changed color in an instant.

Zhao Yun realized it and took out the Soul Beating Whip, hitting him with a stick. The Demon King looked at him and sighed, this talented person named Zhao was obviously not a compassionate person.

Uh...!

The woman in white also knelt down and staggered down.

She was extremely depressed when she slept. She had always been the one to seduce others, and few could resist it. But this one was better. Did she always use a stick to greet beautiful women without clothes?

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun waved his hand and received blessings from hundreds of seals.

Then came the search for souls, which was really without mercy.

After a long time, he stopped his hand and let out a dry cough, which was quite embarrassing. It must be that his cultivation was not good enough, and nothing was found. It was because the woman had a Soul Restriction, which blocked the soul-searching technique.

The Demon King was full of confidence, but he also looked embarrassed when he arrived.

The soul restriction of the Taishang lineage is more evil than imagined.

"Brother, why are you so rude?" The woman in white woke up with a look of resentment. There was also charm hidden in the resentment. She had to give it a try. What if the other party softened her heart?

"Your Majesty...did you catch any of my relatives or friends?"

Zhao Yun took out the killing sword and placed it on the woman's shoulder.

The woman in white shook her head pitifully, "No."

What responded to him was a harsh sword sound. It was Mr. Zhao who waved the killing sword in his hand. If some people don't talk well, she must suffer a little, otherwise she will not remember it long.

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Chapter completed!
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