MTL - The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother-Chapter 89 confusion

A monk came from the back. He was wearing a slightly thin red pimple, his eyebrows were mild, his palms were warm and his body was smashed, and he fell over the chest of Wen Qing. His brow wrinkled and he looked at Lin Zikai and shook his head: "The donor I cultivated it to a high level. Why did I scrap the other person’s cultivation when I shot it? I’m afraid it’s too hot.”

Upon hearing this, Qin Mo took the wrist of Wen Qing and found out that his aura had collapsed. Qin Mo’s body became colder and colder. He had already seen the forest and he had been looking forward to it.

Wen Qing backhand held Qin ink arm, a gentle smile on his face.

When Lin Zizhen saw Qin Mo's head down and did not pay attention to his meaning, he saw that the monk would keep Wen Qing and Qin Mo both behind. It was quite maintenance-oriented, and his face could not help but reveal a satirical smile: "Many things."

The expression on the monk's face is the same, only the hands are together: "Ami Buddha, the family is compassionate, and the poor can't watch the donors get worse."

Lin Zi’s anger is extremely angry: “Looking for death.”

As his voice fell, the stunned red awning gun flashed a flash of light, and the whole blood pool raised a strong murderous temper, and together with the power of Lin Zikai, pressed against the opposite monk.

The expression of the monk finally changed. He clearly felt the murderousness of Lin Zikai. Under this silver grab, his whole person was suppressed.

Seeing that the long gun was about to hit him in front of the forehead, the monk's eyes were slightly stunned, and his hands were quickly printed on his chest. A golden disc was formed in front of him and greeted the Linzi rifle.

The golden light on the disc flashed, and at this moment, it seemed to completely block the offensive of Lin Zikai.

"The bitter sea is boundless, turning back is the shore, the donor, you..." When he had not finished speaking, he felt a big shock, and a powerful force burst out from the tip of the gun and directly hit him in the body. , violently retreated two steps.

At this moment, the edge of the blood pool has been quietly reminded of a loud noise. After the monks broke the law, some of them were entangled with the magic, and some of them have already arrived here.

I saw a lot of monks lying on the ground, and then I looked at the big pit full of blood and smell. Although I didn't see the blood pool really, they were able to guess the previous situation.

The monks are gloomy and can't wait to repair the magic. Seeing Lin Zizhen in front, a disciple in front of him screamed in his mouth: "Get it."

The magic weapon in his hand flashed, and it turned into a light and shadow, and slammed into the forest. This monk only repaired the spiritual silence, and Lin Zikai did not look at it. The figure flickered and escaped the attack.

At the same time, people are getting more and more here. Even the blue blood, the four old people of the black bones were forced to retreat to the edge of the blood pool. They are the three high men opposite.

At this moment, the strength of the Yuan Ying period was great, and the three men all shot together, and the four palace owners suppressed the power without any help. They obviously also saw the following scenes. Unlike the young disciples, they lived for many years and still have some understanding of the blood pool of the Devil.

Flying dust brows a pick, his face flashed with anger. The previous thousand changes were smashed by his disciples, and they were self-satisfied. At this moment, they saw this scene and immediately screamed: "The magic is really ruthless and shameless." The voice fell and they attacked them. Others The two are close behind.

The blue blood and other people are full of stunned faces, and some are embarrassed to resist the other side's attack. Wiping his lips and blood, in the face of the crisis of life and death, he also refused a lot, shouting at the forest below: "Lin Zizhen, do you want to watch us die?"

Lin Zikai waved the former monk and glanced at it. He had been guarded by many righteous monks in the central Qin ink. His brows were wrinkled and hesitated for a moment. He eventually went to the blue blood.

The three people flying the dust did not put Lin Ziyu in their eyes, not to mention their true strength, even if their fairy Ayuan infants were not repaired, they would not have to be jealous of a district.

After they can play, they know that they are expected to be wrong. Although this magical repair is only done in the Golden Dan period, the magic weapon is endless, and the horror is that his usage is extremely powerful, and they are all smothered.

Flying dust and a side of Luo Jin and Mo Shui looked at each other, and they all looked at each other and began to increase their strength. They look like knives, sharp and sharp, and the magic weapon in their hands shines brightly. Today, these magical masters must know that they are powerful.

The blood is full of the sky, and the thick murderous air is scattered around. Looking at the blood around, Qin Mo will hand the medicinal herbs to the monk.

Although there are many magical repairs here, the strengths are built around the base period. They are not comparable to the right-hand monks. It doesn't take long before they are all below, and they can see the defeat.

A blood spurted out again in the blue blood mouth, watching the constant degeneration of the devil underneath, the eyes are red, the heart is bleeding, this is his Beigong people. Looking at a few people in front of him, he said something awkwardly: "What should I do?"

How to do? This is the voice of all the magic.

The wrist turned over and picked up the opposite flying dust attack. Lin Zhe’s long gun in his hand pierced the flying dust with a very smashing angle. The flying dust body rises and illuminates a few rays. This light surrounds his side and blocks the forest.

Without hurting the flying dust, Lin Zikai was not annoyed at all. He held a long gun and looked at his eyes. He said, "Come."

Come, what is coming? A few people around him are a glimpse. The dusty face is full of anger, ridiculously said: "You don't want to make a mystery..." After the "virtual" word has not been finished, the face is a stiff.

At the edge of the blood pool, a cloud boat is getting closer and closer, even if it is far away, you can feel strong pressure from it.

Lin Zikai turned his rifle in his hand and looked at the Yunzhou. He said faintly: "The Chinese demon domain."

The flying dust three faces are not good-looking. They didn't look at the people under the magic field before, so only the three of them came here. Unexpectedly, this magical domain magic repair will actually participate.

The flying dust took out a message and quickly shredded it. He quickly ran towards the direction of the flying boat, and the long sword in his hand swung out, turning into a thousand swords and attacking the past.

Mo Shui and Luo Jin were stopped by people like blue blood and others.

Attacked by the flying dust flying sword, the cloud boat swayed and then stopped in the air. The next moment, many magic repairs rushed out from the Yunzhou.

Seeing this scene, the flying dust eyes were dignified, and then his body flashed and fell into the crowd below. He made a gesture to Moshui and Luo Jin, and they stood next to him, his brow Pick, coldly commanded: "Architecture!"

When the voice fell, the original monks and the wars were all stopped, and they came to him. Each of them clenched their hands and stood in a fixed position.

Before they came to the Devil World, they also made some preparations. This is the 10,000 people.

Looking at the opposite imposing magic, the flying dust figure flashed, stood above the array, reached for a wave, and repaired

The morale suddenly became fierce, and the magic weapons in their hands converge into a dazzling light. Here, they rise to the sky and directly cover the opposite magic.

The righteous monks were one person and one position, and the spiritual power of the body quickly worked, and formed a long sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly to the front of the magic.

At the same time, the flying dust, Luo Jin and Mo Shui once again rushed toward the other side. But this time, they automatically ignored the four people of the blood, and directly flew toward the leaders of the Central Devils.

Was deterred by the other party's formation, the magic repair action became difficult, but they have experienced countless **** to grow up in the devil's world, although they suffered a loss of the law, but for a time they were deadlocked with the righteous monk.

The previous fight with the flying dust three people cost a lot of energy for the four people. At this moment, they did not participate in the battle between the two sides. Instead, after standing in the crowd, they slowly adjusted their interest.

The black bones of the old man suddenly looked awkward. His eyes fell into the distance from Qin Mo. There was a voice in his ear that was full of confusion: "The thousand changes are broken because of him..."

The black bones of the old man slowly turned red. He clenched the black giant bones in his hand, and the heart ignited the flames of the sky. Yes, it was because of him that the thousands of arrays were broken, because he...

At the next moment, the old man of the black bone flew out, and his black bones rose high in the hand, and the Qin ink head smashed over.

"Qin Mo, be careful." Seeing this scene, sitting on the ground, the volatility of the cloud surface suddenly changed, and screamed out loud.

Qin Mo Bai Yi, the sword in his hand like a rainbow, a sword waved backwards, while the Yuanshen force condensed into hundreds of fine swords, attacked the past with the black bones. The old black bones have already had the strength of the Yuan Ying period. Under his pressure, Qin Mo resisted very hard.

The author has something to say: I feel that this chapter is quite suitable for the title, chaos ⊙ ⊙ 汗 b Khan, I hope everyone forgive me, what?

In addition, thanks to hang voyage, throwing mines, what?