Chapter 585: Let it go

The three-inch-long crimson sword turned into a three-meter giant, sprayed with thin flames, turned into a giant bird, and blazing. The terrible high temperature distorted the surrounding air.
The flame giant bird came to life, and inside it was a red sword body containing murderous power.
The eyes of countless people flashed. The magic weapon of Shinto monks has such an incredible magical effect!
"Let me die!" The real Shinto shot, watching Bai Yang smile, reaching out a finger, the flame giant bird swept away towards Bai Yang.
Aspen looks weird? fire? Do you actually play with fire in front of me?
With a grin, in front of the eyes, Aspen stretched out his right hand, spread his fingers, and ignored the flying flaming bird, but pointed at the Shinto monk remotely.
What is he doing?
Almost everyone saw this kind of doubt in their minds. Was it frightened?
In the face of Bai Yang's palm facing away from him, somehow, the shinto monk who had started his hands tightened his heart and felt a little uncomfortable.
Oppositely, Aspen's open hand suddenly grasped into a fist.
The next moment, just listening to the roar of a shout, the Shinto real person was burning, and suddenly a terrible red flame appeared around his body, like a small sun covering him.
The flames rose, the temperature of the red flame was too high, and a fireball of five meters in diameter shrouded the other side. The surrounding air was distorted. The terrible high temperature caused the surface of the Bibo River below to boil.
"What flame is that, the temperature is so terrible?"
"Is it burning? The guy is burning on his own?"
Countless people were startled, and then looked weird. He made a flame bird by himself, but then he ignited? what's the situation……
"Do not!"
Shrouded in isolation by the poplar's power flame, the Shinto monk uttered a quick and short despair roar.
Then, then it was gone, he was gone, he was burned to fly ash, nothing was left, and he even died without having enough time for Yin Shen to get out of the way!
The gods of the Yin were all burned to death, and the spirit flew away!
Shinto monk, his body is very fragile. In front of the poplar's power fire, he has no intention to count, can he not die?
Seeing this scene, everyone looked at Bai Yang again, and there was no such contempt, the flame was so terrible, and how did the problem arise? Without energy fluctuations, is it a special technique?
At this moment, everyone remembered the picture of Bai Yangfei and realized that he is also a Shinto monk!
Shinto monk, that's strange and powerful.
Sure enough, no Shinto monk in the world is simple.
When the man was destroyed, the flame bird flying to the poplar, because of the loss of the owner's urging, collapsed instantly, and the three-meter giant sword instantly shrank to a three-inch size and fell towards the ground.
The magic weapon of a Shinto monk, the mind urged, and the master died, naturally there was no magical expression.
I want to kill my cat, no one can save you, huh!
The enemy turned into flying ash. Bai Yang snorted in his heart. He wouldn't be so angry at him when he started, but it wouldn't work to kill his cat, but he was very protective of the calf.
Sitting on the city wall, Bai Yang reached out a move, and a three-inch-long red sword flew in and was caught by him.
The three-inch small sword is full of red, as if polished by red crystal. It is quite heavy in the hand. Through the almost transparent sword body, you can see the complex pattern of countless silk threads inside the sword body. Bai Yang knew that it was the matrix method engraved in this Shinto magic weapon.
The magic weapon of a Shinto monk can be called a magic weapon because it is engraved with the formation method, so it has a magical performance, otherwise it is just an ordinary utensil.
Attempting to infiltrate the mind with the sword, Poplar raised an eyebrow.
He obviously felt that his mental strength was absorbed by the formation method in the small sword. His mental strength seemed to be a key that turned on the small sword, and the internal formation texture flashed. The small sword actually rose to the storm and changed. Became a giant three meters.
Even, the formation in the small sword was still absorbing his mental power, and the next moment, the billowing flames rose above the sword body, turning into a flame giant bird soaring into the sky.
Looking at the flame bird hovering above his head, Aspen grinned.
The magic weapon of Shinto monks, this is the magic weapon of Shinto monks. It can actually be motivated with mental power. In the words of Shinto monks, it is the power of the soul and the power of the Yin god.
As Xiaojian was urged, Aspen could obviously feel that his mental power was being consumed. If the consciousness was absorbed in his mind, he could feel that his own body of Yin God had strange energy disappeared, and gradually became weak.
But the poplar's yin is too powerful, and this consumption is simply insignificant.
"The blood-printed sword of Mo Yuanchi is only a semi-finished product. There is no abnormal performance. The two chains are just things that bind strange animals and do not have other functions. This small sword is the real magic weapon. , The magic weapon of Shinto monks, now, it's mine! "
The mental power spurred the sword body, and Bai Yang, such as the arm's finger, did not feel that this was something that others could not use by themselves.
Also, although it is someone else's thing, the magic weapon of a Shinto monk may say that he recognizes the Lord, but the master is dead, and the thing without the owner is of course his.
As soon as he thought, the flame bird disappeared, the three-meter giant sword shrank into three inches and fell into the hands of Bai Yang, holding a small sword. Bai Yang rubbed his scalp with his small sword and scratched his head, looking at the people outside the city with a strange smile on his face.
A Shinto real person has brought himself a magic weapon. Then, with so many people outside, more than a thousand, planing off 50% of parallel imports, and the other bulls who are not only prestigious, if all are killed, How many good things will I leave for myself?
Poplar's heart is moving!
Outside the city wall, Bai Yang immediately destroyed the Shinto monk. People have not responded yet, and they saw Bai Yang's weird eyes again. I do n’t know why, one by one.
No matter how I look at them, I feel that Poplar's eyes are panicked, as if they were treating them as fat sheep.
"Oh ..., a little skill, but do you think how died?"
At this point, the ghost king Zhenjun in the dark cloud spoke again, his voice full of drama.
All of a sudden, Poplar's eyes became bright, looking at the dark cloud, yes, a Shinto monk in the realm of real life brought himself such a magic weapon, so what about this true monarch? Good things are definitely more.
Kill him, there is no good thing in the blood lotus teaching anyway, after killing his thing is mine!
"Dead? No, no, you guy who dare not even show up can't kill me, oh, what, let's discuss it?" Bai Yang smiled at the black cloud.
"Oh? Discuss? Oh, aren't you afraid? Yeah, it's not impossible to discuss. I can give you two ways. First, join the blood lotus religion and obey my orders. Second, I killed you, captured your god, and made you into a wicked ghost for me to drive.
"No, I mean, wait for you to stop breaking my things" Bai Yang looked at Heiyun and shook his head.
"What's yours? What's yours?" Ghost King Zhenjun didn't respond, what a mess.
Bai Yang smiled and didn't explain anything, turned to look at the others, and looked at the audience, especially staying on Luo Guangyuan and Yu Cangsong for a while.
Rising up, Aspen stood on the city wall, squinting at everyone and saying, "I know the purpose of your coming here, Dragon Veins turn over, and one by one find the treasures that Dragon Vegetation gave birth to, but here is my home, here is my home This is my home. Important things to say three times! "
"Run my house to grab things? What's the difference between this and robbers? People are greedy, I understand and understand your mood, but once again, this is my house! Think of my house grabbing things, we must do a good job Ready to be killed! "
"Now, I'll give you a chance. If you don't go, if you want to continue to my house to grab things, don't blame me. When the time comes, people will die, don't say I didn't give you a chance!"
Poplar made such a remark and gave an ultimatum to the people outside.
After the ceremony, he didn't want to find trouble, but he didn't have to worry about coming home!
No one spoke, and no one left, even if they had seen the means before Bai Yang.
Who are you scaring? Yes, your poplar is powerful, but what about it? With so many people outside, the worst are samurai, masters of the master's realm, and there are more than 100 Shinto real people. , And there are two great masters and a true monarch, what are we afraid of?
This valley is finished, it is absolutely finished, when the muddy water touches the fish, you can still drink soup, and go? Want to scare us away with just a few words? no way!
Seeing the silence of everyone, Bai Yang smiled and didn't care, since you didn't leave, it was you who died.
Looking up, Bai Yang looked at Yu Cangsong and squinted, "Predecessor Jade, I know your granddaughter Yu Feifeng. Although the relationship is not very good, but after all, so go, really, I advise you to leave go with"
Hearing Poplar's words, Yu Cangsong raised his eyebrows and shook his head without saying anything. Obviously, he could not give up the treasures bred by Longmai.
Everyone below looked at Bai Yang strangely, this guy actually threatened a great master?
Aspen no longer said anything, since Yu Cangsong insisted, he didn't give you a chance.
Standing on the city wall, Aspen's eyes glanced at all the people ~ EbookFREE.me ~ A bunch of villains came to the door, it's time to kill, Yu Cangsong, gave you a chance, Luo Guangyuan? Only the rebels, causing life to be charcoal, death is not a pity, Ghost King Zhenjun? What the blood lotus teaches is even more damn!
With a sneer, Poplar nodded, hugged Yaya, who looked down at the tablet on her shoulder, in her arms, patted her little butt, pointed at the people outside the city and said coldly, "Yaya, kill me. , Everything that can kill you! "
I was disturbed by the poplar to watch the cartoon. Yaya was very upset and looked up. Wu Liu's big eyes glanced at the poplar, and she expressed her dissatisfaction twice.
Then, the porcelain doll-like Yaya looked at everyone outside the city wall.
Yaya is very beautiful, and the porcelain doll is just as cute, but the people below her face her beautiful eyes and do n’t know why, one by one with a cold heart!
Subconsciously, with the exception of a few individuals, the hairs on everyone's hair have risen.
Weird and terrible.
But why is this happening?
She's just a kid ...