This, is you this five big three rough monster should have domineering! I'm embarrassed to see people all the time. You know what? Gu Fenghua let go of his hand covering his face and was greatly gratified.
Unfortunately, it turns out that Gu Fenghua was a little too happy.
After that powerful roar, GUI Jiao shrank his neck and fell down again. His body was as rough as a rock, and it was close to the boulder under him.
Such camouflage, even with Gu Fenghua and other people's eyes are not careful to see, not to mention the mind into a madness, already lost all intelligence of the red blood mastiff.
With another roar, the red blood devil turned around and rushed away.
"Boom!" In the loud noise, the boulder cracked.
Everything looks the same as before. But this time, another figure lurks on the boulder. At the moment when the boulder broke, Guijiao opened his mouth fiercely and bit the red blood mastiff's waist as he fell.
Then, there is the unique strangulation skill of crocodiles: rolling, rolling, rolling.
The red blood mastiff is unprepared, and has been exhausted for a long time. How can it escape the death of the ghost dragon. With its strong rolling, it hit the huge stone which was condensed by the magic power again and again.
In the picture of eight wasteland demons, a piece of gravel shooting dust flies, and the helpless howl of the red blood mastiff rings.
Chu Qingxuan was already in tears, while Li Canyang and others were stunned: there are cunning ghosts in the world. They have never seen or heard of them!
Gu Fenghua once again covered his face with his palm: it's more than cunning. This is obscenity, real, extreme obscenity!
The next thing, there is no suspense.
Although the ghost Jiao vomited in the dark when he came down from the Duyun flying boat, the power of the spirit was greatly damaged, but with its heinous obscenity, the red blood mastiff was exhausted. But to its fatal strangulation, the red blood mastiff has no resistance at all.
In the eight wasteland array of demons, the mountains and the earth are falling apart. The strange peaks and rocks formed by the magic power are broken again and again. The red blood devil's blood color is also broken. But it gradually recovers as usual, and his mouth gives out a feeble howl.
Finally, the ghost dragon bites the red blood mastiff, leaps up, rolls in the air, with all his strength, and slams into a magnificent mountain.
"Boom!" In the loud sound, the mountain peak breaks from it. The red blood mastiff falls in the air and falls on the ground like mud. It spits out blood, but it can't make any more sound.
It is said that the red blood mastiff, who can compete with the top monsters, even the top monsters have to bear to give in, just falls under the obscenity of the ghost dragon, and has no fighting power at all. Lornen, Bai pangzi and ye colorless looked at each other in a cold sweat.
Too obscene, really too obscene, as a companion, even they feel inexplicable shame.
"Qi Ling, my Lord, come on, great Qi Ling, this is great Qi Ling!" Ghost Jiao is a bit don't feel ashamed, just loosen the mouth, extremely excited to Gu Fenghua shout.
"No!" Chu Qingxuan, who had been in tears for a long time, finally came back to herself, put down her hand on her mouth and cried out in horror.
At this time, the red blood mastiff's life is obviously on the line. If Gu Fenghua wants to refine it into a spirit, it doesn't take much effort. Of course, it is not without the possibility of failure, but once the failure, the red blood mastiff must be out of his wits, there is no possibility of survival.