Chapter 660： The party is coming

Wan Luo blame himself knows in his heart that with this remnant, the probability of successfully surpassing the eighth array is too low.

In fact, I can survive the sixth and seventh battles. I also have a lot of luck. If it wasn’t for his old friend Hu Qin and the reason why the little **** was trapped by the spirit, he studied the characteristics of Qi Ling. In this way, the insights far exceed the ordinary monks. In the seventh array, he is not likely to find the weakness of the slaves so accurately, and to kill the forty ghosts.

But he can lose, but he is not allowed to be reprimanded and scorned by a young person. This is an insult.

"Who are you, and talk about a word in front of me?"

In the eighth epoch, but sitting on a face like a statue of a young man, the age of twenty years old, the expression is like a secluded ice sculpture, at this time he heard the words of Warrow, but his face Also on the rise, a cold color was raised, and a finger was raised, pointing to the tens of thousands of grotesque in the outstretched voice. The voice was slightly irritated, faintly open, and the tongue was spring thunder: "Roll!"

Rumble!

Inside the array, there was a thunder snake to swim, turned into a whip, and pulled straight out of the line.

"Snapped!"

Wan Luo’s old blame was insulted and his eyes were violent. Although he was seriously injured, he also swelled and suffocated. As soon as he was in the palm of his hand, the palm of his hand was in a state of strength, and he wowed the whip in his hand. On the whip, the giant force whistling, and the black of his palm was hit, but he was firmly arrested in his hand and screamed at the inside: "Little, you can kill me in the battle, how can I stop me?" Array?"

"I have set a gamble with someone, that is, Yuan Ying is coming, and I can’t pass the first seven..."

The young man in the room whispered: "...not to mention you?"

"嗖"

Another whips and whispers were formed, and they were drawn straight toward the Warrows.

"rude!"

Wan Luo grotesque took another hand and took another Thunder, and his anger was mad.

"When the old friends sent the old man to the customs, the old man also promised them, at least into the eighth array!"

When Wan Luo’s strange sigh took a deep breath, he would tear off two lightning slashes and rush forward.

However, "咻" is heard. There was another whispering whisper, and it was beaten from behind.

Wan Luo grotesque and sullen, this squatting figure, once again down. Almost fell.

In the seventh array, he was nearly exhausted with qi and blood, and even slashing his sword and smashing the forty sinister ghosts, it is beyond the limits of his physical body, not to mention the exhaustion of the oil. Almost the same, just hold the two whiplashes, and almost exhausted his only remaining spiritual power, plus the sag and the heavy weight, even the thoughts will soon be dissipated, the third whip to this sudden Can't stop it.

"Nanzhan wild repair, also in front of me to say what guarantee is not guaranteed?"

In the eighth array, the voice whispered again, and it was a whip shot down.

"puff……"

Wan Luo’s strange nose and mouth spurted a blood, and the palms trembled. Hate is endless.

But he didn't speak for a long time, but he got up again and took a step forward.

"laugh……"

Another whip fell and pulled straight into his chest, causing him to step back a few steps.

"The old man is going to enter the battle, what do you take to stop me?"

The Wan Luo old blame stepped forward again, and his footsteps were vain.

"call out……"

Another whip was pulled over, and he was hit with a shackle and almost fell.

"I won't let you into the battle, you will not enter the battle!"

Therefore, it did not enter the market. All these scenes were seen in the eyes of the monks under the Zen Mountain. For a time, the cold wind was silent, and no one spoke. The expression on each person's face was extremely complicated. There is hatred, pity, and indifference.

"The lord of the sky, you, the instrumental son of this god, repaired the thunder, the temper is more and more violent!"

After a while. Even the Yinling Taoist, the old man, couldn’t help but say to the Taoist who looked like a young man.

"This child is destined to use the Thunder to kill the demon, to rob the robbery, and to do it all, no matter what!"

The sympathizer said that it did not seem to care.

The pure Yang Road Lord, heard this statement, also sighed low, knowing that the main support is short, then no longer speak.

"Wan Luo old predecessors, go down the mountain, let's not be awkward..."

A mourning sounded, a Nanzhun monk burst into tears and screamed on the ground.

That whip and whip, slap on the Wan Luo old monster, but also like to beat on their souls, almost desperate.

However, the Wanluo blame on the mountain, it seems to have not heard, strong support for the body, continue to go forward, no half retreat.

"It's your own death, you have to blame me!"

In the eighth epoch, the symbol of the gods, but it seems annoyed, a cold and drunk, in the void, a horrible embarrassment of the waist of a person condensed, the Karalu arc overflowed, bright as Leilong In the middle of the sky, suspended in the top of the head of Varo, the inviolable breath, even the suburbs of the public also sensed, and the heart could not help but give birth to a panic.

"Hey, what about the juniors now, isn’t that moral?"

Wan Luo grotesquely refused to retreat, looked up slightly and looked at the thunder in the air.

It seems that there is a touch of despair that has come out, and some are unwilling.

I was able to enter the eighth round...

"Karala" screamed, the thunder whip lifted high and then slammed down.

A whip of power, it seems to be to beat the Fengchan Mountain stone path into two halves.

The thin and tens of thousands of old monsters seem to be so vulnerable at this time.

"enough……"

At this time, an angry screaming sounded, but there was a red shadow, squatting at the foot of the self-styled Zen Mountain, the body shape moved, appeared in a place not far from the Wan Luo old monster, and then the double sleeve one Was swaying, two long scorpions, such as the spirit snake, rushed over and rolled up the vulgar body shape of Vullo, and then pulled it out under the thunder of the whistling whistle.

Bang!

The thunder lashes down the ground, the earth is scorched, the gravel is flying, and the horrible thunder and lightning are dancing everywhere, just like a thunder sea.

That took away the red shadow of the old man, turned his back, and stepped on the air, fleeing at a speed.

It was Li Hongyi, the woman who had violated the rules and rescued people at this time.

"Taro... Why do you ruin the last thought of the old man?"

Wan Luo old man opened his weak eyes, see Li Hongyi, look bitter, gently sigh.

"Older predecessors, Ye Guyin's sister has already gone to the teacher, you really don't want to see him?"

Li Hongyi endured tears and whispered, holding the old Luo Luo, falling to the foot of the mountain.

"That little bastard... are you coming?"

Wan Luo grotesquely looked a little, his eyes seemed a little horrified.

"You are also a mysterious disciple, how can you be so unruly?"

At the foot of Fengchan Mountain, the old man of Yinshan Road saw this scene, and his eyebrows picked it up, screamed and slammed, and slammed a bullet. A black mang flew into the air, seemingly inconspicuous, but terrible, and the red face in the air. The big change, the violent turn, and the back of this attack, the face changed, the whole person can not be empty, the paper basket generally fell to the ground.

"puff……"

Li Hongyi fell to the ground, and a blood mark appeared in the corner of his mouth. In the arms, Wan Luo’s old monster fell out, but was caught by Hou Guimen.

"The Taoist is forgiving...the disciple, can't take it..."

Li Hongyi erased the blood of his mouth, as if he was begging for mercy, but he was laughing and somewhat provocative.

"Oh, he wants to fight, life and death, why do you have to do more?"

The Yinling Taoist sensationally asked: "I really thought that the meditation master hurts you, and the old man would not dare to punish you with the door?"

Li Hongyi stunned and whispered: "The Taoist is wrong with me, I am not saving him, it is saving the yin!"

The Yin Lingdao’s face was slightly stunned and sneered, saying: “Oh? What is the explanation? You can listen to it!”

Li Hongyi sneered a sneer, and the eyes were faintly smothered. The sound was soft, but it was implicitly stern: "This old man is a master of the sky, not to mention, but he is more terrible, but There is a disciple who is awkward... The disciple is a disciple of the North Three. I am really worried that his disciple has started to come. When we are three big, I am not good enough to get out..."

"nonsense!"

The main eye of the Yinling Road was picked, and the face was full of anger. When it was ready to swear, suddenly felt what it was and turned to look.

"coming?"

Li Hongyi was also shocked, twisted and happy, looking in the same direction.

There, there is a golden cloud, murderous and straight to the Fengshan Mountain.

"Wang Ba Gu, who dares to bully my master, Xiaoye wants you to pay for it..."

That Jinyun is actually a fat-looking Jinwu. The wings are unfolding. It is enough for a radius of ten feet. The wind is under the wing. When it passes, the mountain is pulled up, and it is a mess, but on its back, There is a gray-shirted teenager in the safari hunting, standing in front of the wind, standing next to a tall woman in white, the clothes are flying, the face is full of beauty, the woman with a purple dress at her feet, worried, behind the boy, a sigh of anger Like a black and a rainbow, the suffocating glory, the three Taoists are shocked.

"The little **** is coming?"

Wan Luo grotesque heard the violent temper, and Philip squatted to develop the sinking eyes, looked at the distance, and raised his face and smiled.

"Why is he here?"

Nanzhan’s young monks saw him, his complex complex, muttering to himself.

"This guy is finally here!"

Hou Gengmen turned his head and his eyes raised a touch of color.

"he……"

It should be coincidental that both Chu and Chu saw the figure, and the figure was hit hard, and the subconscious came together, holding hands. (~^~)