All kinds of thoughts floated through Wang Bingying's mind, and a bitter smile appeared on her lips. It turned out that the so-called morality was so vulnerable in the face of life and death. If she cooperated with the Mao Jin Dao well, would it be another result at this time? As long as the painted ghosts can be eliminated, everyone will not die in vain. Thinking of her accusations against the Mao Jin Dao, a trace of guilt quietly came to her heart.

For the ghost of painting, the Maojin Sword is the biggest enemy it has ever encountered, and it can even be compared with the old monk who suppressed it back then. However, it is also confident that the Maojin Sword formation is broken and will definitely have no power to resist after being backfired. Therefore, it temporarily abandoned the Maojin Sword that had collapsed on the ground and was ready to enjoy the long-coveted virgin blood food.

Today is destined to be a bitter day for the ghost of the skin. It grabbed Wang Bingying again and opened its mouth again, but it turned out to have another "click" sound. With a "click", the ghost of the skin bit the empty space. It made a human retching action, stretched out its bloody claws and sucked it in its mouth a few times, and took out a piece of bitten yellow talisman paper.

This scene looks so familiar! Wang Bingying was caught by the ghost in the first time. When she was bound to die, she was rescued by the Mao Jin Sword with a replacement talisman. How could the situation be different from now? But wasn't the Mao Jin Sword already sank back by the formation? Where did the spiritual power come from to save people? The ghost in the ghost in the painting shook off the yellow talisman in his hand and roared to the sky. Its body changed, like a huge black tornado, rolling straight towards the Mao Jin Sword.

The Mao Jin Dao was originally collapsed on the ground, and blood was constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth, but when the Huapi ghost got angry, he immediately rummaged and slapped. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and turned his head to run. He was quick and quick, and he didn't look weak or weak? The huge tornado turned into a mountain and a tsunami. Wherever he passed, he was invincible, and the light box and seat were rolled into pieces by it. The walls of the steel structure were twisted into twists. It chased the Mao Jin Dao with deafening sounds like Mount Tai pressing the top of the top of the mountain.

Even if the speed of Mao Jin Knife is fast enough, how can it be faster than a tornado? The painted ghost has already chased him, and the gravel brought by the tornado fell down, making Mao Jin Knife stagger. Seeing that the tornado was about to roll the Mao Jin Knife into it, at this critical moment, Mao Jin Knife stopped and roared hard: "Blood shines in the world!"

Mao Jindao kept vomiting blood. The ghost of the painting thought it was the result of the backlash of the formation, but now it seems that it is not the case. After he roared angrily, the blood on the ground suddenly gathered together to form a blood-colored dragon. The blood rose into the sky and rose in the wind. It soon rose to a huge size that was not different from the tornado transformed by the ghost of the painting. The huge blood-colored dragon blocked the black tornado, and the two were entangled together, making the sky collapse and the earth collapsed like the end of the world.

Mao Jin's mouth was still coughing up blood. He was like a dying man, with a black look on his face, and like an old man with asthma, panting seemed extremely difficult. He took two breaths barely, slapped his head with a palm, and his face turned from black to red. He returned to human appearance. He looked at the blood-colored dragon and black tornado fighting fiercely in the air, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he shouted loudly: "Breathe it for me!"

The blood-colored dragon caused a long hissing in the neck. The sound of dragon roars shocked the earth, and its whole body emitted a thousand-foot red light, and a "boom" exploded! There seemed to be a moment of tranquility between the world. As the saying goes, the invisible and loud sound of the elephant, the explosion was extremely loud. It was impossible for people to hear it. After a moment, a rumbling thunder sounded, and blood rained up all over the world! The blood-colored dragon exploded with such a powerful force, which could almost destroy the world!

The painted ghost did not expect that the Mao Jin Sword would have a backhand when it fell into such a situation, and he did not expect that the blood-colored dragon would shamelessly self-destruct! The two were too close to each other and it was caught off guard. The explosion was probably underestimated. The blood-colored dragon was the killer weapon sacrificed by the Mao Jin Sword burning its own blood. The price was unimaginable, and its power was naturally worth the money. The painted ghost was blown by this blow, and the entire black shadow turned into black fog, and the black fog was then scattered and flew away by the explosion's shock wave.

The blood-colored dragon completely shattered the body of the Huasie Ghost, which made its Yin evil origin fly all over the sky. The Huasie Ghost struggled hard, and the black fog floating around seemed to have spirituality, gradually gathering together. The Mao Jin Knife exploded the blood-colored dragon, and its face that had returned to normal turned from red to black again, and finally turned pale. He couldn't help coughing blood in his mouth, and the blood flowed all over his chest, and he couldn't stop it at all, but he still waved his hand forcibly, and a talisman flew out. After a golden light flashed, Wang Bingying appeared in the field in a daze.

Mao Jindao shouted: "Shahuashi! Quick!"

Wang Bingying was already completely desperate, and even felt a little guilty towards Mao Jindao at the critical moment. But at the critical moment, a golden light flashed, and her eyes were blurred and she was teleported to the storage room full of mice. Looking at the yellow talisman that appeared inexplicably in her hand, her heart was instantly filled with gratitude and tears in her eyes.

Mao Jindao had saved Wang Bingying once, but she was not only ungrateful, but also spoke ill of Mao Jindao. Thinking of the words she said so heartless, I'm afraid no one would have saved her again, right? But Mao Jindao saved her again, and was almost beaten to death by the painted ghost at the end of his life.

Wang Bingying's impression of Mao Jindao changed instantly. In her eyes, Mao Jindao was no longer a cold-blooded and ruthless person, but a real man who endured humiliation and burdened. Sometimes people are so strange that they can hate someone for no reason, or like someone for no reason. Like and hate are difficult to change, but perhaps an inadvertent thing can completely change a person's impression.

The moment the blood-colored dragon exploded, Wang Bingying was shocked and almost fainted, but when she saw the painted ghost being blown into countless black fog, she immediately realized that this was Mao Jindao once again creating an opportunity! She was about to pick up the Sha Huashi stone and rush out of the storage room, but the golden light in her hand flashed, and she was already by Mao Jindao's side.

The rapid travel through space made Wang Bingying feel uncomfortable, dizzy and almost vomiting, but when she heard the words of Mao Jindao, she endured all the uncomfortable feelings and used all her strength to throw Sha Huashi into the sky! Wang Bingying had never used such a lot of strength in her life. The fear brought by the painted ghost and the guilt towards Mao Jindao made her burst out with all the potential of her body.

Shahua stone flew straight upwards more than 20 meters high, then drew an arc to fall to the ground, but when it encountered a black fog, the small stone suddenly emitted a dazzling red light! The originally small blue stone suddenly expanded to the size of a millstone, and it was blood-red and red all over! This is the true face of Shahua stone, and the blood-red and dark stone showed its majestic nature. Facing the origin of the evil spirit that was sharks sharks shattered in the painting skin, Shahua stone was like a gourmet encountering delicious food. It floated in the air like a shark swimming in the sea.

The Yinsha Origin of the Painted Ghost was originally trying hard to gather together, but it seemed that he wanted to re-form, but when he saw the red light, the Yinsha Origin was like a sparrow that encountered a big cat, and it scattered everywhere and wanted to escape. The red light emitted by the Shahua Stone was like a streamer, waving back and forth in the air. All the black fog wherever it passed was swept away by the streamer, and nothing left. Every time he absorbed a little black fog, the red light emitted by the Shahua Stone became even stronger, and the remaining black fog was swallowed faster.

It won't take long to go on like this. The origin of the evil evil that the painting ghost had accumulated for thousands of years would be cheaper. The hard work of thousands of years would also turn into quicksand water. The black fog scattered in the sky all accelerated its escape, but the red light emitted by the Sha Hua stone almost enveloped the entire sky, and the black fog could not escape. The Mao Jindao planned for a long time, and finally he did not hesitate to damage his vitality and release the essence and blood dragon. Such a huge price was exchanged for the current layout. How could the painting ghost escape if he said he could escape? (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!

ps: Some students say that Wang Bingying appeared inexplicably, and some say that she is very annoying. Well, you are all Gods, in order not to offend you parents with food and clothing, I have to explain a few words. The role of Wang Bingying is very important. It is not that the protagonist has played enough with his soul and wants to play with his feelings. Her appearance is an opportunity for the holy immortal to be plotted.

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In short, my style has never changed from beginning to end, that is, everyone except the protagonist will die. The bigger the scene, the worse the death will be. If you don’t believe it, please continue reading.

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