The years of cultivation of ban Qianzhi are no shorter than his own. The cultivation of martial arts has its own system. What magic weapon can make ban Qianzhi such an old thing have such a great improvement? It seems that it is far from the end. Thinking of banqianzhi's new magic weapon, the phantom Scorpion King's heart is also hot. Since banqianzhi can use this old thing, he may also be able to use it.
Lu Xiaotian guessed the purpose of the demon king. Ban Qianzhi was intoxicated with the great improvement of his strength. The phantom Scorpion King was uncertain, and several thoughts went all the way to the devil corpse.
After months of ghost pigeons flying, dozens of giant eagles and snakes twisted their rotten bodies and swallowed those ghost pigeons into their stomachs. The corpses of those eagles and snake tails vomited out, and the smelly corpse saliva directly covered more than a hundred miles around. All the covered ghost pigeons screamed, turned into bursts of black smoke under the corpse's saliva, and then inhaled by the eagle snake.
The eagle snake's eyes were sharper than those of the eagle. His eyes were like electricity. He saw the blue demon sand in the distance, and dozens of corpse smelly Eagle snakes shook their wings and screamed to shoot at the blue demon sand fan.
"Dushan Eagle snake! Retreat!" the phantom Scorpion King was surprised when he saw these corpse smelly Eagle snakes appear.
"What's the origin of Dushan Eagle snake?" Lu Xiaotian was still behind him all the way. Countless human monsters with wings on their backs rose from the body fluid. For a moment, there was already a dark place in front of him.
Lu Xiaotian shot several times and walked away. Behind him, a pair of black winged freaks rushed here.
"Death!" banqian snorted coldly, stretched his sleeve and brushed it. When the blue Yu demon Sutton was overwhelming, countless fine sands were sharp as sharp needles.