v8 Chapter 1020： The saint is her

"You...!" Kong Kong suddenly gloomy.

Haoyue frowned from the back: "Is this the stone again? When did he get together with the people in Purgatory?"

"And, these disciples in purgatory, are you really not afraid of Confucius?"

At the side of Haoyue, Kong Xianhui Jiao Rong Zhuang Su: "Fear, it must be fear, but they are not afraid."

"What does this mean?"

"Purgatory, this is the domain of the world's hardships. As a purgatory disciple, it must have suffered from non-human + pig + pig + island + novel + www + z + pain, so for the purgatory disciples, most of them are born with no love."

"Is there such a thing?" Haoyue still heard the first time.

"Do you think that purgatory is just a simple name?" Kong Xianhui glanced at him and said: "It is said that in purgatory, the status of disciples is not based on strength, but is named according to the suffering they suffer. The cultivation method is extremely special."

"Is that the case?" The mouth of the moon twitched, and could not help but think of one of them, there is a disciple of purgatory, he asked Zi Lingsha.

Zi Lingsha does not care about shrugging shoulders: "Don't ask me, I have never cared about these things."

"Amount...!" This month, I remembered it. Before Zi Lingsha said that she was only allowed to play in purgatory, but the action of Haoyue shocked Kong Xianhui, and the latter could not help but look at Zi Lingsha: "You... is a purgatory disciple?"

"is it not OK?"

Zi Lingsha snorted and screamed, and the coldness in the coldness called the singer of Kong Xianhui could not help but tremble. Her lips were slightly open, and finally she did not say anything, just numbness. The beggle under the jog.

The eyes of the three men looked at Qin Shi again.

To be honest, Qin Shi himself is confused, and the incomprehensible purgeons who are rushing to see him, he can't remember when he had any friendship with Purgatory, so why should Purgatory help?

Also, it is a very risky situation.

Moreover, he suddenly thought of a word that the disciple had just said, the task! Yes, it is the mission. These purgatory disciples are accepting someone’s task and will be able to help him, but who is it? Can an elite team that can call for purgatory?

Kong’s clenched fist, suddenly cold: “Oh, it seems that today, I’m not saying anything, you’re not allowed to let it go?”

"I said, we only care about his life and death." Purgatory is the path of the first disciple's facial expression, giving people a very indifferent feeling.

Some words were useless, and Kong Tong apparently lost patience. His foot slammed fiercely, and a hurricane spurted out from under his feet. The whole man flew out of the old high.

"Well, then I will go with you to the Yin Cao government. I want to see if your purgatory is really not afraid of death!"

"The big wind is the clutch!"

Angry and screaming, Kong Yi waved his hand, and the wind in the mausoleum changed again. Eventually the blue light was concentrated in his palm, and dozens of disciples in the purgatory slammed down.

"The door to purgatory!" Forty-nine infernal disciples also set off at the same time. The quirky handprints were once again reflected. The cooperation between them was very harmonious. It was like having experienced hundreds of drills, and did not give any opportunity for Confucius. .

boom!

The fierce wind and the palm of the hand again hit the air.

boom! Boom!

All kinds of blasting sounds suddenly rose from the mausoleum. The winds and the infernal disciples were on two sides. Each of them was like a slap in the face. This is called a disciple who was watching from afar.

"This time, there is a good show."

"Well, the winds and purgatory, this is the first time the conflict between the two major domains."

"You said, who will win in the end?"

"It's hard to say. According to the present, the winds should be better. After all, there is a big disciple, Kong Tong, but if the demon girl appears, there will be no chance in the wind."

"You mean, a thousand mountains and a girl?"

"Otherwise, it can be called a demon girl, and there are two people who look at the gods."

"Look, it's impossible to block the winds from these purgatory disciples."

The disciples stared at each other and the tomb was once again in chaos.

Confucius is one of the most undefeated goddess of war. Under the blessing of the wind field, one person constantly swims among the purgatory disciples. His strength is still too strong. The domain is not to be violated. Soon, the purgatory disciple There was a loophole, and a gap was shattered by his life.

boom!

Three consecutive disciples rushed out and spewed out a stream of blood.

But as Kong Xianhui said, these disciples in Purgatory are really fearless. One of them, the ribs on the chest are all sunken and distorted, but he is still struggling to climb up, at the expense of burning life, rushing toward the hole. Two palms burst.

Sudden offensive was called Confucius and panic, and a screen quickly unfolded from the front.

boom! boom!

But this is the case, Yu Wei is still calling his face to become blue and purple, and the tumbling of the continuation of a few steps, the mouth of the mouth bleeding.

The cold anger of his eyes: "It’s a species that doesn’t want to be alive. Do you want to play? Then I will accompany you to have fun!"

"Women's Dragon!"

Confucius merged with the palm of his hand and suddenly broke away from the sleeves.

From his whole body, he was raised and rolled up, and his blue shirt was faintly floating. At this moment, the sky was full of winds, and every corner seemed to be suffering from the wind.

Suddenly, a whirlpool of whirls emerges directly above the altar, and around the altar is a blood-red cloud that makes the central vortex like a passage to the outside world.

Everyone saw this scene was shocked.

"Yes, is it the mother-in-law dragon? And the big Tianfeng magic palm is the three major martial arts dragons in the wind domain?" The crowd slammed the air.

This time, that is not a joke.

The sorcerer is a well-known martial art in the eight domains. It is even more ferocious than the big sky, and it is a kind of martial arts that can burn the sea.

For a moment, those disciples who watched were timid, and involuntarily stepped back a few steps.

"This hole! Even this martial arts is mastered?" The hand of the sorrowful sword was tightened, and the color of worry was extremely rich.

"A group of people who don't want to die, I will fulfill you."

After several misses, I can see that Kong Tong was really rushed by the infernal disciples. His voice was a little hoarse, and one hand went deep into the trend, blending with the blood red glow, forceful Hit through the center of the mausoleum.

Suddenly, the field was confusing, and the horrible hustle and bustle rose.

"Fast, fast!"

The disciples of the eight domains are retreating like a frenzy.

Qin Shi was under the turbulent whirlpool, shrouded in a bright red and red wind. His eyes suddenly became cold, but he was unexpected. He thought that even in this life and death, even the purgatory disciples would abandon. Let him go?

However, he was amazed. Under the strong oppression, the purgatory disciples not only did not retreat, but they formed a unique array of methods, and Qin Shi was firmly guarded in the center.

"You, what are you doing?" Qin Shi was shocked.

The head of the purgatory disciple turned back and smiled at Qin Shi, as if under the whirlpool, there was no fear: "We are just completing the task."

Qin Shi was shocked. What kind of person is this group?

"Purgatory disciples listen to orders and swear to complete the mission!"

"Purgatory disciples, swear to complete the mission!"

The forty-nine infernal disciples, one by one, really are like the slain from the purgatory, although in the hurricane of the raging dragon, it is still as stable as a mountain, and has not stepped back.

Qin Shi looked at the back from the back, he lost his voice and said: "Retreat, you retreat, so you will be dead!"

However, his shouting cannot change any results at all.

boom!

The gust of wind fell, and the bright red air like the tide of the river suddenly swept through every corner of the tomb. Qin Shi’s heart was a painful, tumultuous step back.

However, he had no time to take care of the injury, and looked up at his chest and suddenly his eyes were red.

I saw the forty-nine infernal disciples, almost half of them were killed in an instant, and few of them survived, and they were all crippled and fell to the ground.

Under the entire altar, it turned into a **** poem, and a glimpse of the yin and wind blew through it.

"No!" Qin Shiyi wants to split.

The eight-field disciples in the distance are frightened, and the moon is also a slap in the arm: "This beast!"

Killing the purgatory, it seems that Kong Tong feels a very strong sense of superiority. He is suspended in the air in the air and stands with his hands: "A group of people who are not self-reliant!"

Suddenly, a figure came forward, Qin Shi wrapped the black robe, his eyes chilled and trembled, and he glared at the hole.

"Well?" Feeling Qin Shi's gaze, Kong Tong frowned and sneered: "How? Kid, are you still not convinced?"

"You really irritated me." Qin Shi's indifferent low voice.

"Irritation of you?" Kong squatted, and then haha ​​laughed: "What about it? Whether it is you, or the waste of these purgatory, it is in my eyes, if it is the demon woman in purgatory, Maybe it will still make me jealous, just because of you, not worth mentioning!"

"You are looking for death!" Qin Shi looked up and screamed followed his handprint and flipped, and suddenly he rose from the whole body.

Snapped!

Suddenly, a jade hand held him, and a shadow slowly walked forward. When he saw the figure, Qin Shi and the purgatory disciple who fell on the ground could not help but pick it up.

"Lingsha?"

Qin Shi whispered, but his voice did not fall, it was covered by the next scream.

"Saints! Welcome to the Virgin!"

The purgatory disciple bowed down respectfully, revealing an unprecedented solemnity in front of him.

Qin Shi heard the words, it was a fierce surprise, and a look of shocking rushing Zi Lingsha looked... Suddenly, he was vaguely, as if he had thought of something, and dared not open his eyes.

"Purgatory Saints? Is it... you are...?"

Zi Lingsha turned back, without the easygoing of the past, faint smile at Qin Shi, tap the dagger: "Here, give it to me."