Chapter 522: Devil's party

Despite the faintness of the game, Ling Xiao still fled cheerfully and ran away without heading back and driving the flying ship.
Only then did not escape thousands of miles, Ling Xiao reluctantly stopped the flight ship, suspended in the air.
In front of him, hundreds of guys wearing a devil horn cap and wearing a dark purple robes blocked his way.
Although the first person, Ling Xiao, was the first to see the deity, Ling Xiao could still recognize each other at a glance.
The guy with a smirk is not the famous demon king of the heavens, but also who.
Only this extremely narcissistic guy will let his men dress like him, and others can't do such disgusting things.
"Kids, here is not the same as the demon king." The purple devil grinned, revealing a mouthful of rhubarb teeth, Ling Xiao is hard to imagine, to what extent the purple devil's bad breath, how can the guys around him suffer? .
"Symbolize the old, tell your sister." Ling Xiao secretly sighed in his heart, but his face was a smile that made him feel sick and disgusting: "This is the purple magic boss, I have been busy recently, and did not bring What gift, next time, how."
The purple devil has a big eye and said that turning his face will turn his face: "Small king eight lambs, you used two magical sacrifices in the mainland of the sky. Now you dare to say no gifts, so let the purple magic soul on you." The force is given to the demon king, and we are both clear."
Ling Xiao shrugged his shoulders and pretended to look helpless: "The purple devil boss, if you can get back your purple magic spirit from me, I guess you have already started, and will be here with me. Grinding."
"Haha, the boy is smart, this devil likes you this most." The purple devil changed his face again: "It is impossible to take nature, your body is too strange, the devil can not do it directly, of course, if you If you release it yourself, that is naturally no problem."
"Give the soul of the purple devil boss to you, no problem, but those guys want to kill me, you have to help me deal with the past." Ling Xiao pointed to the void behind him, the purple devils all next, where No one is there.
"Hey, good boy, give it to me." Two purple cross stars flashed in the eyes of the purple magic, and the hollow space behind Ling Xiao exploded.
Ling Xiao could not help but want to marry her. Before, he always said that if his eyes can kill, his opponents will not know how many times he died, and the eyes of the purple devil can indeed kill.
Hundreds of people have been directly bombarded from this void, and their clothes are broken, and they look extremely embarrassed.
The only guy with neat clothes is to make Ling Xiao’s heart cold. Compared with the murderousness of this guy, his murder is like a branch of a big river.
Ling Xiao looked up and down the same guy as a normal middle-aged scholar. This person squatted on the body and didn't want to be close to the cold. The murderous flow was like an invisible protective film, which would make the purple devil just kill the eyes. All are blocked out of the body.
Can have such murderous, Ling Xiao did not want to know, this person should be the second demon of the Devil's Temple, the thorns.
The slayer uses the killer skill to dominate the glamorous continent, and has been in the sky for thousands of years. In addition to those fascinating worlds like Yun Tianzong, the other powerful people have never dared to say that they can escape. The assassination of the thorns.
The madman who dares to say this has already died in the hands of the thorns.
"Haha, it turned out to be the second brother. Why are you so sneaky? I think it is the thief who is the head of the thief's brain. In the calculation of the demon king, I will remember to inform you in advance, if it is accidentally injured, it will not be good."
The purple devil blinked and said awkwardly. Anyway, his face was always purple, and it didn't matter if he could see red.
Even if it is against the purple devil, the sorcerer’s speech is also a cold and ignorant look:
Boss, this kid has an important thing on hand, as long as he gives it to me, as for how to deal with him, then It’s the boss’s thing.

Ling Xiao’s eyes turned, and the purple fox’s power fox faked Wei Wei:
You said, I have what you want in my hand, even if there is, I will give the purple magic boss, where will I get you.

The sorcerer looked at the beaming clown like a sly look at the sneak peek: "So low-level provocations, but also you are the famous Xihecheng lord of the mainland."
Ling Xiao turned and looked at the purple demon with a look of "poor": "The purple devil boss, I want this thing very much, you protect me, I swear in the name of the soul, I must put you in the purple devil on the mainland." Soul power is back to you, how."
The purple konjac smiled twice: "The kid abacus is playing very well, but since the thing is the sorcerer brother, you will give it to him. I will not hurt our brother because of you, haha."
Ling Xiao slammed his eyes and shouted loudly: "Master, your men will not show up again, and your apprentice will be bullied."
Being screamed by Ling Xiao, the purple devil and the sorcerer were all stunned. When they realized that there was no other person around them, Ling Xiao had already fled to several kilometers by the power of treasure.
"Kids, this kind of tricks also works." The voice of the sorcerer still stays in place, and people have already arrived at Ling Xiao, and they have returned to Ling Xiao like a chicken.
If you change to other people, the thorns have already given a bow to the knot, but the sorcerer knows more about Ling Xiao’s role in the purple demon, so he didn’t dare to kill.
Ling Xiao is full of black air, and he has to gnash his teeth: "Terrorist bastard, dare to treat you grandfather Ling, wait for your grandfather to dismantle your thorny hall and change it into a pigsty."
"Call your mouth is hard." Although the sorcerer's face is cold, it does not mean that his temper is good. He was so stunned by Ling Xiao, and he fell into the ear.
With a bang, Ling Xiao’s face was red, but the palm of the thorn used to fall is completely black.
"Damn, it turned out to be a ghost." The face of the thorns changed slightly, and when the palm of his right hand was broken, the toxin continued to spread.
When I fell into a slap in the face, the thorns lost a palm of their own hands. I really don’t know if it is a big loss.
"Dare to fall your grandfather, hey, I let you know, what is the end." Ling Xiao secretly vented his anger, and he was relieved.
However, I did not expect that the palm of the hand that had been broken by the thorns had re-growed.
To say that the broken limbs are renewed, Ling Xiao asks himself to have this ability, but the broken palm can actually grow a new one. This kind of can also be seen for the first time.
"It’s amazing, if the stuff is broken and it can be long, then the ability of the slayer is even bigger.
Ling Xiao’s heart is not maliciously thinking, there is a chance to prove it.
"Kid, you are looking for death." The thorns show the fierce light, the simmering killing pressure and even Ling Xiao feel a sense of dizziness, not to mention the other murderous guys who are not as heavy as Ling Xiao.
If you go on like this, it is estimated that Ling Xiao will not be directly murdered by the thorns, but also must be crushed to death by the murderous temper.
Fortunately, the purple devil said: "Second brother, the thing you want, I promise to send it to you in a few days, but I have to take it away."
The Purple Devil is also afraid, and he has not gotten back the power of his own body in Ling Xiao. If Ling Xiao is killed by the Terror, it will be a big loss.
But he protects the animal as a protective animal. Now he has sent it to the door. How can he let the slayer kill?
Ling Xiao also took the opportunity to shout: "Torch, you Lao Wang Ba Lazi, if you do not let your grandfather, not only the purple devil boss will not let you go, my master seven devil ancestors will make you look good."
The eyes of the thorns are cold: "Kid, you are challenging my tolerance limit."
Being trapped by the thorns, Ling Xiao still looks like he is indifferent: "What is it, you have the ability to bite me, you kill me, haha, I don't think you dare to marry."
"Little shards, I killed you." The sorcerer has always been a sneak peek, or else it can't be called the first killer assassin on the mainland.
When the purple demon realized that the situation was wrong, the hand of the thorn had pierced the chest of Ling Xiao.
Watching his chest pass through the palm of the thorn, the face of Ling Xiao suddenly appeared a strange smile, a cold voice was introduced into the ear of the thorn: "Torch, I swear, this life, this life And you are not dead."
The voice just flowed through the ear of the thorn, and Ling’s body suddenly exploded, and the black blood splashed around the hands of a dozen or so sorcerers. The guys immediately screamed and the flesh and blood were just In a short period of two seconds, it was quickly corroded and turned into a pile of white bones, falling from the air.
"Damn." The slayer was furious, and then he saw the three companions on the flight, who wanted to escape. Not to mention, countless purple daggers smashed the past and smashed the three. Bolognese.
"You killed him," the devil's horn on the head of the tremble trembled twice, his face full of anger.
He watched his sacred relics ruined by the thorns. The voice of Ling Xiao’s self-destructive voice heard him feel so sad and heartbroken, just like he was directly on his heart.
"You killed him," and another person as angry as the Purple Devil, heard the angry cold voice, the Troll and the Purple Devil looked up at the East and saw the Seven Devils with the Seven Devils. The seven elders and thousands of elites who taught were rushing in.
"Terrorist, I don't care what you are, you can't die today." Because of the six disobedient apprentices, the seven devil ancestors had a bad mood recently, and now see their most important rituals. The slayer is killed, this is how the seven ancestors can not be angry.
"The seven devils teach everyone to listen, the thorns and his men, kill innocent." Seven old ancestors, Zhang Cang's old face is full of fierce light, a strong purple light burst out from his soul chain, will The sky within tens of thousands of miles is reflected in dark purple, and even the sun loses its brilliance.
"Terrorist, let's die."