Mo Ze looked up at him.

Xiaobai's identity has not been spread yet. The previous war god in front of him still doesn't know that Xiaobai is the true dragon ancestor!

Thinking of this, Mo Ze burst into laughter. "So what you want is the destiny of the God of War!"

"That's right!"

Mo Ze smiled indifferently, "My destiny is up to me. If you want to take it, just take it."

"Oh, I really took it." The black awl with characteristic in Shao Feng's hand turned in his hand, and he held it tightly.

"Once you choose a master of fate, you will directly drill into the other person's brain and take deep roots. Taking out fate is not just a matter of damaging your soul. It is closely related to you. It has been attached to your four meridians and eight veins. You will feel a pain that is better than skinning and cramps!"

His awl was approaching his forehead, "You have to suffer this pain now, and you have to suffer if you don't want to suffer if you don't want to suffer, you have to suffer if you don't want to suffer!"

In an instant, the black awl pierced directly into his forehead. Mo Ze clenched his fists, his face pale in an instant, and he trembled all over.

"Boy Situ, few people can bear the pain of stripping away their fate since ancient times. If you can withstand it, how can I let you go?"

"Stop talking nonsense," Mo Ze's forehead was covered with big beads of sweat, and the characteristic pestle and divine cone had penetrated into his mind.

Bai Yaoyao grabbed his heart.

It was clearly hated, it was clearly hated, but it was so hated that I gritted my teeth. Why did I feel that I could not replace him when I saw him suffering like this at this moment?

This feeling came inexplicably, which made her extremely uncomfortable.

She held up the wall and coughed violently.

However, the three people in front of her were concentrated on stripping their fate and the other was suffering, and no one could notice her condition.

Mo Ze's brain flew out of flesh and blood, and the pestle god cone penetrated deep into the annoyance. Just one finger was enough to touch the fate of the God of War inside!

The destiny of the God of War seemed to have discovered the crisis itself, and it began to struggle hard!

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!——"

Even Mo Ze, who was flowing through the sea of ​​blood in the mountains of corpses, could not help but scream in pain in the face of this kind of skinning and cramping.

"Mo Ze..." Bai Yaoyao felt pain in her heart, and she murmured. Her mind was suddenly in chaos, and many things rolled and struggled in her heart. She grabbed her chest with her right hand and pressed her head with her left hand.

"Mo Ze...Mo Ze..."

At this moment, he finally heard her low call in the pain. He tried hard to put away his screams of pain and looked in her direction.

His eyes were already covered in blood, and his fists clenched his fingernails and he was bleeding from his palms. "Xiaobai..." He gritted his teeth and shouted.

This shout made Bai Yaoyao suddenly raise his head.

A short piece of memory that did not belong to her flashed by.

She is a little white dragon, sleeping on his couch on Changdai Peak.

She stole a lot of gold, chose an empty room, and made it into a shining golden room.

She was locked by him with a sealed chain, and she rolled in pain on the bed.

He hugged her and hugged her tightly, "Xiaobai, don't bear it, drink my blood, drink my blood!"

...

It hurts so much, why is it so painful?

Bai Yaoyao's hand that pinched her heart tightened again. At this moment, she was so painful that she could not breathe.

In her heart, the ripened red moon-eating love grass shook a little uncomfortable, and another branch withered in an instant.

The ancient plant Red Moon Eats Love Grass was originally the most ruthless thing in the world. Once it grows normally, it will be unable to solve it or it will be impossible to solve it.

It is said that there are only two solutions.

If the host dies, the parasitic grass will die naturally. Or, the person the host loves dies, the Red Moon-eating Love Grass will die if it loses the emotional nutrients it has attached to.

However, before the Red Moon-Devouring Love Grass was fully mature, Tao Qing accidentally caused its ripening, which happened to make it fragile and not so healthy.

Because it is not healthy enough and not nutritious enough, it forcibly absorbs the power of the host body itself all day long. However, this power cannot be absorbed normally, which accelerates its decay.

This time, Bai Yaoyao remembered the pain for Mo Ze.

Without love, you can have such deep hatred. But if there is no love, how can you feel so deep?

The emotions were intertwined and formed one net after another. When Bai Yaoyao fell into great pain, he also fell into more doubts.

"You can't die..."

Just when the Pestle God Cone touched Mo Ze's brain and Mo Ze was so painful that he forgot everything.

Suddenly, Bai Yaoyao's world seemed very quiet.

"Save him."

A burst of bright voice penetrated her brain, and she heard that it was her own voice.

The next moment, she suddenly opened her eyes. "Yes, you can't die!"

She slowly raised her hand steadily, and Shao Feng, who was stripping away his fate, did not notice her movements.

Suddenly, a huge force suddenly evoked from her body from the inside out.

All the powerful powers of her body were sealed, and what she stimulated at this moment was just a little bit of chaotic power carried in the new dragon scales.

However, the power of chaos comes from its original source, which is the most supreme power in the world. Her eyes slowly opened, very slowly and quiet.

Suddenly, a very thin force burst out from her palm, and this force shot towards Shao Feng with a very purpose!

The sudden life and death crisis made Shao Feng suddenly realize that he was the peak god, the former god of war in the heavens, and instantly gave up the pestle god cone and disappeared quickly!!!

His sudden abandonment allowed Mo Ze's body to gain a breath of fate and fight back. Just the moment before he disappeared, he was already suffering from a huge backlash!

Damn, the witch he brought back thought it was Situ Nan's nemesis, but unexpectedly defeated him!

Shao Feng tried his best to hide in this ancient tomb of the Emperor of the Underworld, he found the least likely place to be discovered and hid, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

Mo Ze was stunned by the reaction force of the backlash of fate's self-defense. Bai Yaoyao was extremely weak, but at this moment, she didn't know why, nor how she thought in her mind and in her heart.

She struggled, holding her body, and walked to him step by step.

She opened her palm and the Destroying Sword came out. At this moment, as long as she wanted, she could kill Mo Ze's life who had become a target in one blow.

She gritted her teeth, and the heavens and man in her mind were in conflict.

Kill him.

Save him!

Pain, pain!

"Don't make a noise, don't make a noise!!!"

Bai Yaoyao held her head, and she suddenly waved the Destroying Sword at Mo Ze!

In an instant, the chain that penetrated his collarbone, wrist bone and leg bone was neatly cut off by her.

She breathed heavily, and she half-kneeled in pain.

Nothing in his body was intact, and his body was covered in blood and blood.

His lips were pale, his lips were slightly opened, his head was covered in sweat, his hair was pressed against his face, painful, but also had a perverted beauty.

She was too powerless, and her hand holding the sword softened. She slowly fell forward and fell on his chest.
Chapter completed!