Chapter 542

Yi Heng's ears ring with wild laughter, but he has no time to arrive.

At this time, the seventeen Yuan Ying friars did not know that he was here to save people. The hatred that had just been killed out of his wits burst into his heart and roared, and again attacked the blue figure falling from the air.

Hundreds of feet away, just in a flash.

But it also takes time.

When the array was broken, he was close to the blue body.

But at this time, the seventeen attacks, from Seventeen directions, shot towards the blue figure, and in a flash.

No time to think, take a deep breath, the body suddenly disappeared in the air.

When it reappeared, it had already flew to the side of the blue figure.

His hands reached out and held her in his arms.

Use his back to prepare for 17 attacks.

The back bows slightly, moves the whole body's mana and the physical body's strength to concentrate on the back.

In the purple mansion, the ten characters were formed in an instant and attacked by ten people.

"Bang! Pound! Poop! ......。”

He felt a numbness in his back, a sharp pain in his right shoulder, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Blood sprinkles in the bosom Zhuge matchless plain Yan above, will her plain Yan dye red.

A stream of blood and blood soaked her nose and mouth.

She woke up suddenly and opened her blood red eyes.

In the eyes is a piece of blood red, as well as has been deformed on the face, once again opened his mouth to spit blood.

And he was attacked 17 times in a flash.

The back starts from numbness, to severe pain, to tearing, to bone fracture, to internal organs shaking, and spurting blood.

This process is only in a flash, but he feels that it is extremely long.

Without any resistance, the body shot down in an instant.

"Boom

With a loud noise, the whole person fell into the rock.

Four or five Zhangs deep pit appeared on the top of the mountain, the trees fell and the mountain cracked, and the stones were smashed.

Zhuge Wu's ears rang, and his back slammed into the soft place.

Just opened her mouth to breathe, was poured into a big mouth of blood, a fishy smell again into the heart, immediately nausea and vomiting.

But when you open your eyes, you're too shocked to vomit.

Back, he actually had his back down, his back on the ground.

And she bumped into his arms in the extreme of safety.

No harm at all.

"Shuo, Shuo..."

Purple house in the dry word has been attacked, the number of sound, six people's heads disappeared in an instant, turned over and fell.

Back pain at this time into the heart.

Yi Heng pushed her to the side and ordered in a low voice, "hide well!"

In her fright, she did not dare to resist this command, and she curled up and hid in the corner of the pit, afraid to move.

He suddenly disappeared into the pit.

In Zifu, Xun characters reappear and are blessed on the body.

"BAM, BAM..."

Four times in a row, four yuan infant monks burst into blood mist.

It was only two minutes before he was hit in the back, and the six young babies flew out of their necks and disappeared in a blink of fear.

Between the two rests, ten Yuanying friars died.

The other seven had already fled when the other six died.

The four people who had been blasted were killed just a moment later because they blocked the dry words. Even Yuanying did not escape.

In the twinkling of an eye, there were only seven left of the seventeen powerful yuanyingqi friars, who fled in confusion.

It was a sunny day, but now in the sky, it is raining with blood.

Zhuge Wushuang stood up, spread out his hands, looked at the blood rain on his hands, and looked up at him.

Yi Hengtong snorted and fell to the ground.

Zhuge matchless quickly stepped forward to hold on, her face was red and she couldn't speak, but kept putting the healing Pill on his back.

She tried to open her eyes, which she wanted to close. She couldn't bear to see where he was hurt.

Tears washed away the bloodstain on the plain face, and the two conspicuous extremely white hung on the face.

"What? Is Yi's body hard? "

A chill came from his back, and he held back his groan.

"You, you don't talk..." She was in tears.

"Ha ha, it's nothing. The medicine has been applied and the blood has been stopped. However, there will be nothing to do in three or two days. Let me pick up the storage bag."

"I, I'll go..."

Zhuge matchless didn't even care about the blood on his face or the blood on his hands. He ran his mana and searched everywhere for bodies and storage bags.

Never killed, never seen killed.

But, once, he vomited gall water.

"Whoa, whoa..."

It took her half a cup of tea to collect the 15 storage bags. Under the red bloodstain, her face was black and white.The beautiful eyes are dim and godless. It seems that they can't expect the danger outside.

Yi Heng sits in a pan and runs his mana through his back.

The four levels of the peak of the exercise, of course, is not a wave of fame.

But even so, it almost killed him.

Fortunately, the two flying swords are only a few feet long, and the other magic weapons are just heavy blows.

A two foot deep hole was struck on his back, still bleeding, and his spine was almost broken.

However, another effect of body refining is the speed of recovery.

Half a cup of tea meditation, plus the best healing pills, spine broken bones slowly solidified, blood slowly stopped.

If he had been sitting still, he would not feel any pain.

"Come on, pack up the booty and relieve the pain. Let me see what I've got!"

He opened his eyes and said with no pity for her vomiting.

Zhuge matchless has already vomited nothing, although still feel the stomach in the heart a bout of nausea, but at this time just used to retch.

Maybe vomit vomit, will really get used to.

"You, you'd better heal yourself. I'll open the storage bag for you."

She said with difficulty, retching, and dropping fifteen storage bags on the floor.

Looking at the storage bag, I suddenly think of the owner of the storage bag.

Every one of them died horribly. Her head disappeared well and turned into pieces of meat. She turned her back again and vomited.

"Why don't you wash the blood on your face first?"

"No, I'm going to pick up the booty myself."

"Can't you..."

"I have a share of this, too?"

Yi Heng looked embarrassed and was about to refuse. She suddenly added, "I also need booty to eliminate the discomfort in my heart."

"Well, then! Ten percent, you have ten percent of the spoils. "

Zhuge matchless did not seem to expect that he would really give, turned around, no longer retch, looking at his serious expression, suddenly became a little dementia.

The eyebrows are thick and long, the eyes are big and divine, and the rough facial features are very moving at this time. The face is congested, and countless blood stains are in disorder, like red scars, flickering.

"You, have suffered a lot?"

"Curiosity will make you forget elder martial brother Qin. Hurry up and tidy up the booty, and be careful that they will return."

"You, do you mean to mention elder martial brother Qin? I'll put it on the table

Zhuge's matchless left hand wipes, and an array disk appears in his hand. Running his mana, activating the array disk, and throwing it to the ground, Yi Heng feels that he has entered a strange space and is isolated from the outside world.

But he knew that this array was OK against one or two monks of the same rank or even higher level. If there were ten or twenty Yuanying friars, they would be broken in a short time.

"Crash, crash..."

Zhuge matchless and did not continue to ask, will be a storage bag items out.

First of all, it is still the shining spirit stone.

But he is not very interested in spirit stone. There are more than 120 million high-quality spirit stones in the storage ring.

Originally, the hairy eagle and the gold eater did not consume more than 80 million yuan, and they had 200 million yuan. However, the later the spirit pet was, the greater the consumption was.

This is why very few people have high-level pet.

However, 120 million high-quality spirit stones are enough for him to buy anything, and maybe he can advance to the level of transforming gods. Therefore, he only takes a glance at more spirit stones.

"Wow, many spirit stones!"

But what surprised him was that Zhuge was matchless as if he had never seen a spirit stone. His eyes were shining, his hands were outstretched, and he kept holding the spirit stone which was spread on the ground five or six feet thick.

"Are you short of spirit stones?"

"No shortage."

"Then you..."

"Because I have never earned a spirit stone by myself, and there is no spirit stone in the storage ring."

Yi Heng understood immediately.

She can always ask for what she wants.

Where do you need to earn your own spirit stone? Why is there a spirit stone in the storage ring?

"Well, you should take 10% of these spirit stones first."

"OK, cluck!"

She swept her mind and said, "there are altogether 1400 high-quality spirit stones..."

"Omit the change and read the whole number."

"There are 14 million high-grade spirit stones, 51 million medium-class spirit stones, and no inferior spirit stones. The best spirit stones are 200000."

"Well, you take 10% by yourself."

Zhuge matchless is no longer polite, with a wave of his left hand, the spirit stone becomes thinner.

With a wipe of his left hand, all the spirit stones disappeared, revealing a lot of miscellaneous things.