Chapter 1116： Mysterious black altar

Fang Xing rushed up, in order to prevent the prisoner from discovering himself, he also made a big bend and copied it from the void next to him. At his current speed, even if his injury has not recovered, he It’s not comparable to those of the Mongolian people. It’s usually more than a thousand miles after catching up with the wind. Then it’s wrapped up, and a big skull with a strange green flame is sneaked into the deep sea. From here, calmly wait for the people who have escaped from the prison.

Soon, the former convenience has already appeared in a large group of people, a group of people, coming from the sky, like scattered birds, watching them panic, but not the Mongolian descendants in the prison of the heart? When the party was in a hurry, it was so happy that until most of them entered the range that they could control, they suddenly screamed and rushed out of the sea.

"Where will you lose, where do you want to escape? Give me what I have hidden in my body!"

He screamed and smug, but frightened the Mongolians who were already terrified.

Suddenly rushing to escape, suddenly jumped out of the sea, such a green and big steamed bun, actually sounded, yelling to grab something, who can not be surprised, some repaired as low direct scare Fell into the sea...

"Yes... is the human race scum that led the army to fight my prisoner's heart!"

Someone soon responded and recognized that this was the magic weapon of the party. After a shock, they shot.

"咻咻咻咻"

For a moment, I don’t know how many arrows rained over and over, almost forming a dark cloud.

The Mongolian gods and arrows, their own extraordinary, these monks are not enough to repair, but the power contained in the arrow can not be underestimated, but the square is in the skull, even the arrow of the prisoner’s heart hurts him. No, not to mention these little people, all the arrows are hitting the skull, and the sound of "squeaking", but even a trace of it has not been left, slammed into the sea, the square However, it was also a little annoyed. On the hoe, the green flame suddenly rose and went out one by one.

The emptiness of the sky seemed to form a cloud of fire. I don’t know how many Mongolians were rolled in, but even the screams did not come out, they turned into ash, and the air was blown away by the wind at sea. There is no ash that disappears...

"I said that I handed over the things in your hands, can't you understand the words of the uncle?"

The savage sound of the square line sounded, and among the skulls, his fierce eyes swept around. ,

"Run... Run..."

After being burned to death by a green flame, more than a dozen people, the remaining Mongolian children finally realized that the strength of these people is far worse than the sidelines. It is not a quantity that can be compensated at all. Who made a cry, everyone reacted, and simply gave up the resistance, messed up in a mess, and shouted in the mouth and began to run around.

"I still want to escape?"

Fang Xing sneered, five fingers clenched, pressed down.

For a time, the heavens and the earth seem to have solidified at this time. Within his body, all the Mongolian children who want to escape are frozen in the void. It seems that time has been fixed by him, and he still maintains the escape position, but One point is also not moving.

"Receive!"

The five fingers of the square line once again pinched, and the power of heaven and earth changed a lot of subtle changes. These were bound by the power of heaven and earth on the Mongolian children in the field, in the arms, the storage on the hands. Things like bags and storage rings have been flying toward the skull. It seems like a rain. It looks really pleasing to the eye. Even the eyes of Yaochi’s little princess are bright, and I’m in a hurry. I just opened it, but it was more and more excited, and some of the fans looked like...

However, Fang Xing also followed the glance, but it was a little disappointing, and the corner of his mouth could not help but smash.

There are really no good things, but more spiritual and magical items.

But to be honest, when he comes to such a realm, there are not many treasures that can be seen in his eyes.

Now robbery, it has almost become a movement for him to retire!

"All rolling..."

Fang Lai waved his hand and prepared to take over the magical powers, let them leave, although his heart flashed a thought, thinking about whether or not to kill them all, but he is not a good killer after all, angry from the heart When I started, I started to be unacceptable, but I still had a slap in the face, but Zhao Hongyu died in front of him. He was really angry at the time and wanted to destroy the prisoner’s cliff. The pit is solid, the gas will disappear, and the killing is not so big.

At this time, the idea of ​​murder is just a turn in my heart, and I will simply think about letting people go, and can't escape their creation.

But he did not expect that when he was preparing to put away the magical power, a few hundred feet away from him, suddenly someone whispered, suddenly jumped up, punched the gap and broke the void, and then began from that position, a piece In chaos, everyone rushed around and rushed around, and Fang Fang did not use his mana again. Instead, he looked at the front with great interest and his eyes were weird.

With the power of the heavens and the earth, the emptiness of the emptiness is only a slight extension of his avenue method. Although it is displayed by hand, it does not contain too much divine power, but it is not broken by ordinary monks. The Mongolian people themselves are free from bans. From this point of view, he also has the strength of Yuan Ying’s realm at least, otherwise he will not be able to do this!

"Devil's head, you broke my prisoner's heart, swearing at my people, today I will fight with you!"

That broke the square man’s emptiness of the man’s shackles, and he also followed a dozen people around him, all of whom were well-known and well-known Mongolian children. At this time, they were awkward. The shuttle-shaped line rushed over.

"Well? Are you really afraid of death?"

The party line was sneer, and his eyes passed through the blind eyes and looked at the people.

Most of those people’s cultivations are Yuan Ying’s realm or Jin Dan’s Mahayana. They have no chance of winning themselves. They dare to challenge themselves and they are courageous, especially in the case of other ethnic groups around them. They even appeared to have some postures of "thousands of people are squatting". Fang Xing also sighed low and saw the death of their eyes, ready to fulfill them.

"Oh, not right..."

When the power of the gods is about to surge, the party suddenly has a slight glimpse and thinks of a problem.

"Oh, how many people in the world are not afraid of death?"

He looked up at the prisoner's heart and looked at it. He thought that even the prisoner's heart was such a stockpile. When he saw the king of God coming, he first negotiated the surrender. If he surrendered, he decided to fight. Then the people below What kind of ghost can you look like?

And there is no murderousness on his body, and those people should not see it!

Let's take a good escape route, but you have to come to your own hands to die?

Are they a fool?

Or is it true that the Mongolian people are so capable, and the fools can cultivate to the realm of Yuan Ying?

If they take the initiative to send death, there is a purpose, then it is interesting...

The heart fretting, guessed this possible way, immediately swept away and looked at the people, but found that although they had death in their eyes, it was ready to die under their own hands, but But not everyone is so determined, it seems to be forced, and looking at his eyes, they find that not everyone is watching themselves, there are many people who are intentionally or unconsciously behind themselves. One direction has been aimed at the past, and the eyes are all shocked or fearful or concerned...

"This group of **** is attracting my attention so that others can escape..."

Fang Xing immediately realized this and simply ignored them and said that he was looking behind him.

In the midst of chaos, they are all Mongolian children who have rushed to cry and cry. These people are not important enough to allow so many masters to exchange their lives for the opportunity to escape. It must be hidden in these people to escape. After reading it a few times, I quickly glanced at it and locked it in an old man wearing a black robe. The man’s cultivation was obviously stronger than the people who had rushed over, but he was desperately suppressing himself. Breath, it seems that I am afraid that I will notice him, and I will sneak in the ordinary people...

It is not his cultivation that attracts the party, but a jar he holds in his arms!

The jar was black, and at first glance it was no different from the jar of wine. There was no amazing spirituality, but it was held tightly in the arms of the old man. More importantly, his own knowledge of the past swept the past and could not be worn. Through the jar...

"There is baby!"

The eyes of the square line suddenly brightened, and immediately they had to catch up.

But at this time, on the prisoner's heart, suddenly a fierce gaze looked at himself.

Fang Xing was shocked and stunned. He knew that it was the prisoner who was fighting with the King of God. He was staring at himself. He was eager to defend himself. He could wait for a few moments of effort, but nothing happened. It was like a prisoner. It’s really just an inadvertent sweep of myself.

"He is really disheartened, and knows that he can't kill me, so I don't care about me?"

Fang Xing’s heart was also awkward, and then he laughed low: “Or he is worried that I found the jar?”

I thought about it, and Fang Dao suddenly laughed, deliberately fiercely driving the skull, and rushed to the front of the Mongolian warriors who rushed to the front, and the green flames rose between the rampages and the hot, Without a few strokes, they have already killed those people without any fuss, but they are at risk, but they are on the cliff, but they have no eyes to look at it.

At this time, Fang Xing has also determined the importance of the jar, slamming the room and throwing a relic into the sea. (To be continued.)