Vol 3 Chapter 878: Ghostlike

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He Qiguang’s thoughts are very fast. He knows that he can’t fight with her in this blue sky. He deliberately puts out a big move. When she is facing the whole battle, he has already sought a chance to avoid it. After the sunset rises, It’s not too late to find her.
It’s just that He Guangguang’s calculations are counted. Only Han’s mother can’t get away from it at this time, but she’s not counted. There is a girl next to Han Niang’s side.
When He Qiguang turned his umbrella and turned, the girl blocked his way like a ghost. She smiled sweetly and said: "He Gu, this is where to go?"
He Qiguang said: "Speed ​​speed is allowed to open, otherwise don't blame me."
Xia Yuanqiu shrugged: "When did He Guke be polite to me?"
The light of the eyes of He Qiguang’s eyes, seeing Han Niang’s blood, has gradually gained the upper hand. If he does not leave, it will be difficult to find another opportunity.
So, he no longer talk nonsense, directly extended his hand, and took the hands of the dead wood to Xia Yuanqiu's shoulder.
If Xia Yuanqiu didn't see it, she wouldn't avoid it. She waited for him to reach out and was afraid that he would not reach out.
The silkworm is the silkworm that is cultivated by the heavens and the earth, and the silk spit out from the silkworm is not an ordinary thing. In the same year, the great-powered seniors collected many Zhengyang exorcism in order to produce this silkworm. The matter is mixed into the pigment, and the white silk is dyed into a multicolored cloud, and then the famous master of the refining machine is woven into a treasure, which can evade the evil spirits and make the water and fire not invade.
Tian Xia Xia clothing is worn under the white dress of Xia Yuanqiu. He Qiguang can't see it. Even if he sees it, it will only be regarded as an ordinary color coat.
His hand was shot on the shoulder of Xia Yuanqiu, and the power of the dark evil in his hand, when he touched the silkworm Xia Yi, tried to counterattack him, and his palm was also burned by the yang of the sun. .
He Qiguang’s body was bombarded, and the black cloth umbrella in his hand fell to the side. The sun shone on his bare face and the back of his hand, and he was immediately burned to emit black smoke.
He screamed twice in pain, hurriedly crawled into the black cloth umbrella and reached for the umbrella.
Under the sun, although he is not so far away from the soul, he can't stand the hot sun.
At this time, Han Niang had already smashed the soul sorcerer that He Guangguang had cast, and at a glance, he saw the appearance of He Guangguang at this time, and could not help but sigh: "He Heguang, why is it, you never look in the mirror? You can't see yourself. What do you look like? You look at yourself, people are not people, ghosts are not ghosts, is this really the life you want?"
When He Qiguang’s hand was about to touch the black cloth umbrella, Xing Fang suddenly took out a palm and smashed the black cloth.
He Qiguang no longer has the shade of the sun, and he simply stood up against the sun. He is the body of the body. The ghost on his body has been almost integrated with his own soul. He only has to eat three souls, his soul and the soul of the ghost. Then, the real integration will be, when he can no longer fear the sun, but also have an infinite time beyond life and death.
Seeing that all this is going to be successful, it is because of this critical moment that these disaster victims have come to the scene, which has caused him to suffer from this scorching sun.
He Qiguang’s face is constantly black smoke, his eyes are gloomy and dead, and his body is chilly and murderous.
"You are looking for death, all looking for death!" He Qiguang's fingers suddenly began to grow his nails, the nails were black and sharp, and the pale lips were black and black between the teeth. Sharp fangs, a ghost like a goblin.