Chapter 1340：

Her skin was cracked like an old tree, the opening was getting bigger and bigger, and her whole body seemed to be torn apart.

The essence of these two drops of culture solution is still too big for Jia Yan. When Chen Yu broke Yuan's infancy, it was just a drop of cultural liquid on my hand. Why? Because two drops of whitening solution put too much pressure on red meat.

Although Jialan is the flesh of a silver-shelled corpse, and although it has reached the realm of a golden nailed corpse, these two drops of chemical liquid are still too big for her.

Her body slowly split open, as if to be torn apart.

"Go to hell!" The terrifying pressure in the sky was getting bigger and bigger, and King Qinghe couldn't bear it anymore. He can't let Galan be robbed in his territory, so he wants to kill it before disaster strikes.

Seeing Jia Lan's body being supported and exploding by aura, King Qinghe felt the best chance.

The scythe was like my strange weapon, like a bolt of lightning in the sky, and the next moment, the terrible energy of death came to the blue head.

This sickle was a treasure trove of gods that King Qinghe seized from the west when he traveled the world. After entering the Tianxuan Continent, the gods in the west were attacked by divine thoughts, and the gods in the west were severely damaged and finally fled. He sensed the energy of death in the scythe, and he made his way up.

King Qinghe is a body of silver armor, and the skills of the earth are rare in the world, so at the moment when the gods of the west were healed, he took away the sickle of death.

There is terrifying death in the scythe, which has the power to control ghosts. As soon as the living touches death on the sickle, the bones are peeled off and scattered, and even monks dare not touch the sickle of death lightly. Because it weakens the vitality of the human body.

As soon as the sickle of death arrives, King Qinghe must kill Jialan.

As if feeling the threat of death, the blue energy in the blue body suddenly gushed out, and a drop and a half of the blue liquid in the dantian was filled with more green energy. Just when the sickle of death attacked, Jia Yan's body Suddenly, a small sapling rose from the cracked body, and these small blue saplings instantly grew into a disjoint old tree root, which fixed Jiayuan's body. The roots of the old tree grew on the roots of the old tree, and the flesh of Jiayuan was protected by the roots of the old tree. The roots of the old tree suddenly grew wildly in the cracked body, and the young shoots grew into the roots of the old tree.

Click!

The sickle of death waved towards the ancient green tree, there was a sound of gold and stone meeting, and then, in the eyes of King Qinghe, a silver light flashed on his body, and the silver cross in his eyes flashed for a while.

Immediately I saw that the sickle of death cut the flesh into the quack blue body, the roots of the old tree were slowly cut off, and a stream of cyan blood flowed out of it, the cyan blood dripped on the ground, and the ground below touch. Make a "sneer" sound.

I saw that the scythe of death was about to be cut into the body of Jiayuan.

At this time, Jia Landantian also seemed to feel the danger in the clear liquid produced, and at the same time, there was a turning point, and nearly half of the blue gas rushed out.

Wow!

Then, I saw a simple rattan fly out of Jiayan's broken flesh, and it tied the Qinghe King to the dumpling.

And the scythe in the hands of King Qinghe was forced by this kind of vitality.

At this time, in a dark temple to the west, a smell of magma and sulfur was burning and boiling underground.

At this moment, the huge earth statue suddenly let out a strange roar from its mouth, as if screaming, as if roaring again.

The silence in the death scythe was finally driven by vitality, and King Qinghe's body was tied to the cactus by a simple cane, not moving at all.

At this time, the clouds in the sky were rolling, and there seemed to be white chariots in the rolling clouds.

"How many years have there been no dead creatures in this world?"

On Mount Pei Mang, above the clouds, a terrifying voice fell from the sky, echoing among the mountains.