Meng Yi frowned. Xu Maoshi was dead. He had just accepted the hint from the Kingdom of God. So...
Where does the power of the God of Slaughter come from? This power cannot be exerted by divinity and will alone.
Soon, he came to his senses.
Around the round "thorn ball", a large number of extraordinary materials were floating, and they were burned by pale flames.
You can still play like this...
He sighed silently and his eyes passed over Chen Guanshan.
The other party is now in a miserable state... His facial features are worn out, and his bald forehead is no longer bright, with only a pool of blood.
The sea of blood rumbled and huge waves rose again.
Meng Yi originally wanted to ask the angel to help Chen Guanshan out of trouble, but unexpectedly the God of Killing took action at the same time.
A pale blade flashed across the sky and earth.
asshole!
Meng Yi cursed inwardly and could only ask the angel to intercept the scimitar.
No matter how you look at it, the attack of the God of Slaughter is more threatening.
He could only stop the God of Slaughter first. As for Chen Guanshan...
A look of anxiety appeared on Meng Yi's face.
what to do?
He is now too busy to deal with Wu Tong and the other person.
Chen Guanshan was like a tattered ball, being tossed around by all kinds of shock waves.
Soon, he regained consciousness...
Facing the blood rushing towards him, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to be strong.
Blue electric lights intertwined, and his figure flashed into the distance.
But the flesh and blood tentacles kept chasing.
"Hahahaha." On the flesh-and-blood barrier between heaven and earth, Bu Changyue's face laughed wildly:
"You can't escape..."
The emerald green smoke seemed to have its own consciousness, cooperating with the flesh and blood tentacles to cover Chen Guanshan.
For a moment, Chen Guanshan only felt that his wound was itchy, and he didn't know how many thin mosses or tender sprouts had grown out.
They are thriving and madly absorbing their own vitality.
Snap!
Chen Guanshan bit open the two bottles of potion in his mouth to recover from his injuries and replenish his spiritual consumption, while his mental power radiated outwards.
The green spore cloud surrounding him dissipated, revealing the clear blue sky.
Crackling~
He leaped quickly into the sky, trying hard to clear the grass growing on his head and cheeks.
Above the ocean of his mind, the shuttle continued to tremble.
Brush~
The shuttle shuttled back and forth in the spiritual world that was invisible to the naked eye, and Bu Changyue let out a few muffled groans.
Immediately, he said coldly: "Death struggle!"
boom--
The pale scimitar collided with the crimson giant sword again. As the will of the God of Slaughter emanated, Bu Changyue's expression changed, and he said respectfully:
"Yes, Bai!"
In the sea of blood that spread all over the place, dense tentacles of flesh and blood slowly rose up.
They pierce straight into the sky, like dense pillars of flesh and blood standing between heaven and earth.
"Chen Guanshan, I take your life."
Since Xu Maoshi is dead, now... there is no one who can search for Chen Guanshan's memory.
Then there's no need to show mercy.
Between the pillars of flesh and blood, blood extended and intertwined with each other...quickly sealing off the heaven and earth here, leaving Chen Guanshan with almost no space to maneuver.
This is a cage of flesh and blood belonging to the first-level weaver!
Chen Guanshan looked at the blood-red light intertwined above his head and took a deep breath...
Is it over?
Crash~
Suddenly, a somewhat illusory sound of chains being dragged was heard.
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