MTL - History’s Number 1 Founder-~ 42. Just out of the tiger's mouth, and into the wolf's nest

Although he is fighting with each other's life and death, the attention of the black man at this time is not in the seven foundation-based monks, not that he does not care, but that he is all placed in the air at that moment.

The black man did not pay any attention to the seven foundation-based monks, not that he did not care, but that he was all focused on the man in the air at the moment.

The other party did not reveal even a minute of mana fluctuations, but it was because of this that it was terrible. It must be known that he was floating in the air entirely by his own mana, and his foot was the bottomless abyss.

It was a middle-aged man, white and fat, laughing and sighing. He was fatter than Zhu’s fat man who was looking for Zhu Yi’s trouble. After the appearance of this person, the seven Houfu-based monks would no longer be shot.

The black man was not sure, and he did not dare to act rashly.

The white fat middle-aged man smiled and looked at Zhu Yi in the crowd and said softly: "Easy Master, I will pick you up."

In the face of this middle-aged man who saved himself, Zhu Yi’s face was even more ugly than the black man and other people. He clenched his fist and said nothing.

Black man took a deep breath: "Dare to ask the honor?"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly: "You may have heard my name, my name is Huang, and many people are used to calling me Huang San."

The fat man Huang San still laughs and sighs, but the gale of the monks is like a dead gray.

Huang San, Xuanji Hou Zhu Hongwu's three things under the hand, sticking to the body and abdomen, specializing in handling some private things for Xuanjihou, heart-stricken, famous, but low-key, few people have seen his true face, but did not expect it to be a white fat Fat middle-aged man.

The black man is now falling like an ice cave, because he knows that this fat man who seems to be the same as a lucky businessman is a real Jindan period monk!

But the hatred of the dead, the hatred of the genocide, his dignity, his hatred, his anger, make him never succumb to the immediate people.

All the gale monks have a firm look on their faces, even if the body is shivering with instinctual fear, they are still shoulder-to-shoulder, and they can destroy their strong enemies with only one finger.

Huang San leisurely sighed: "Snow wind country ... wrong, now is the snowy county of my big week, I want to say, you should kill all the aborigines, and then immigrate from the inside of the big week, there is no trouble It is."

The black man was furious and manipulated the hurricane, and dozens of tornadoes whistled out from different angles and from different directions to Huang San.

Huang San smiled, and a pair of eyes were almost quilted and invisible: "You, you still can't figure out the situation."

The voice did not fall, Huang San slightly raised his hand, a cold wind from the nine abyss of the abyss swept the entire underground palace!

Almost for a moment, this underground palace turned directly into a world of ice and snow. The stone walls were all crystal clear and transparent. The brilliance of the fluorite shines, and the brilliance shines brightly, and the whole space becomes bright.

Between the rest, the underground palace completely turned into an ice cave.

The violent tornado, frozen in the icicles, still retains its former shape, but now it looks ridiculous.

This is just the beginning, frozen by the ice, far more than a tornado.

Below the black man, all the gale of the monk's body surface, a layer of white frost has been formed from the air, the frost is getting thicker and thicker, and at the end, it is necessary to freeze them into ice sculptures.

Zhu Yi, who stood among them, was safe and sound. Not only did he not have ice and snow, but Zhu Yi did not even feel the temperature changes.

The black man’s face changed sharply, biting his teeth and raising his hand to make a symbol.

In the midair, Huang Sanguang flashed: "Golden Danfu?" The black-and-white singer was a golden dragon symbol, made by the Jindan period monk, and the power was equivalent to a full-scale attack by Jin Dan.

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There are numerous cracks in the cracks on the ice, densely like a spider web, and the glare of the thunder is reflected on the ice, and the palace is like a white.

Numerous ice cubes shattered, falling into the abyss below in the rain, shaking the ground, and the whole palace was like the end of the sky.

Even the six foundation monks who came with Huang San changed their faces and tried to stabilize their body shape, but they were still calm and their eyes were cast into the air, the most direct target of lightning, Huang San.

Huang San’s face is as usual, and even leisurely smiles: “Dying and dying.” The palms of the emptiness are lifted, and the mana’s mana is exposed at this moment. The emptiness of Nuo’s emptiness seems to solidify, and the chilly chill will turn this moment. The violent Thunder are frozen!

In the chill of the snow, the thunder of the mad dance seems to be bound by the dragon, but under the circumstance of the cold, the movement is getting stiffer.

The caves like the previous earthquakes have also stabilized at this moment, and the same horrors as the landslides have been quelled by Huang Sanxiao.

Huang San smiled: "The same is the Golden Age, and the repairs are still high and low."

A gale of the monks is even more chilling, and there is a symbol of the power of the monks of the Golden Dan, and Huang San is not the same thing.

The black man looked at Zhu Yi and didn't dare to hesitate. He grabbed him and threw it directly at the abyss under his feet, and then rushed to the transmission circle deep in the tunnel.

Huang Sanyi laughed and gave up a trace of mana. He was about to catch the fallen Zhu Yi, but there was a strong suffocation at the bottom of the abyss.

This suffocating sigh is like a sleeping monster, suddenly awakened by the previous changes.

The mana of Huang San came into contact with this suffocating gas, and he suddenly lost control and was swallowed up by the suffocation.

"Hmmm?" Huang San has become a slit of the eyes suddenly stunned, the fat figure disappeared in the same place, the next moment has arrived in front of Zhu Yi, personally caught Zhu Yi, but also touched the suffocating.

Huang Sanyi was chilly, and many of them were eroded by hernias, but they still used the tyrannical force to push the pressure down.

It was just that he was so distracted that the black man and several gale monks had taken the opportunity to escape into the tunnel and opened the transmission array.

The smile on Huang San’s face disappeared, and he raised his hand and pinched a law. The cold suddenly rose and he wanted to even freeze the transmission.

The black man is also very decisive. In order to gain time, Zhu Yi, who has been hard to grab, said that he lost it, but Huang San’s repair is too high. Even if he first stopped Jin Dan, he saved Zhu Yi and finally still has the ability to They intercepted.

It is a pity that at the crucial moment, the strange group of suffocating suffocating in the abyss helped the black man, and he was slowed down after all.

The transmission array has been activated. Under the influence of Huang San’s mana, the space where the law breaks open is twisted and twisted, and even a gale will tear the body of the monk into two halves, but in the end it is to break a path of the void and let the black man escape.

Huang Sanhehe smiled and said: "A few mice, it is a thief slippery, but it is so disturbed by your family, you can't transfer to the scheduled place, not dead in the void, it is a fortune."

Zhu Yi, who was caught in his hands, said nothing.

Huang San looked at Zhu Yi, and his eyes could not be seen with his smile: "These thieves are also smart. They have found such a place where the aura is noisy. Ordinary people can’t search because they come in. But people who come out in small places are short-sighted, but I don’t know if the Jindan period monks can still target in such an environment."

"It’s a pitiful day, I didn’t let Yi Shaoye fall into the hands of the thieves, otherwise Hou’s face will be thrown away by you.”

The other seven foundation-based monks looked at Zhu Yi, and their faces were full of playful smiles, like cats and mice.

Zhu Yi was bitter in his heart. He only glanced at him and recognized these monks. He was all dependent on Xuanji Houzheng’s wife, Mrs. Shao’s monk.

It is Huang San in front of him. Although it is the confidant of Xuanjihou, it is also the confidant of Mrs. Shao. She often comes forward to deal with some things that Mr. Shao can’t see.

For example, now, Zhu Yi believes that he will never mind to kill himself and then push it to the group of people in the gale.

This is the real out of the tiger's mouth, and into the wolf's nest.

Sure enough, Huang San smiled and said: "The living is easy, the young master said that nothing can fall in the hands of the thief, and then they are used to pick up Hou Hou, Hou Ye certainly can not compromise to a group of thieves, but things spread, Hou Ye The face is also lost."

"However, if Yi Shaoye is embarrassed to be a father who is not filial to his filial piety, so he will die from his own death, and if he swears to die, it will be a beautiful talk."

Said, Huang San, a pair of small eyes staring at Zhu Yi, the whole body exudes a dangerous atmosphere.

Zhu Yi felt that his heart was tightened by an invisible big hand, and he kept squatting. The whole body blood gathered in the atrium, and the heart was to be blown up!

Zhu Yi’s pupils gradually dispersed and his eyes began to lose their spirits.

"I...I am going to die here?"