Chapter 1625: Happy konjac

The first thousand six hundred and twenty-five chapters of joy konjac
"Elders, brothers, they..."
To see Chen Zhong’s injury and escape from the robbery of the two enchanted Mozong Tianjiao, some unbelievably looked at the four beaches of blood on the ground.
When did they rejoice that the Tianjiao of the Mozong was so vulnerable?
"Demon, you kill me today and rejoice in the magic of Tianzhao, I will definitely marry you!!"
The anger in Chen Zhong’s eyes is like the volcano that is about to erupt.
"It’s hard to keep your mud bodhisattva across the river."
Ning Qi Chao Chen Zhong laughed, "Seeing how long your practice is not short, why is it being shot by Ziyue Yanjun?"
Chen Zhong squinted at Ziyue Yanjun, and he showed no expression on his face. He suddenly knew that he was probably pitted by Ziyue Yanjun this time.
And he didn’t say anything about the pit. If Zongnai asked, he could only insist that Ningqi took the lead in killing a Tianjiao of a happy demon, and he would only suppress it. Otherwise, he would have led to his negligence. A few lucky people with a lot of money on the scene, I am afraid that I will be severely punished!
"The demon is like a spring, the most devotional to the public, Chen Zhong elder, what is your heart?"
Ziyue Yanjun smiled.
"Humph."
Chen Zhong made a cold cry in his nose, stood up from the ground, and gently held his hands on his head. He was picked up by Ning Qi’s dislocated neck. Then he suddenly had a blood-colored gourd in his hand. This gourd has just appeared, and Ziyue Yanjun’s eyes flashed a strange color.
"Happy konjac?"
"This is not the best spirit of the rejoicing of the Mozong, the ecstasy of the ecstasy that flows out of the fairy prison?"
The blood river is really moving, and the depth of the eyes flashed a trace of illegible color, the best spirit!
There are no more than ten best spiritual instruments in the Central Plains. This one piece is one of them. But he never imagined it. Chen Zhong, a six-robbery creator, even has the treasure of Zhenzong who is rejoicing in the demon? I am afraid that the task he brought out to do this time is not too simple!
Chen Zhong’s eyes swept coldly over Ziyue Yanjun and Xuehe Zhenxian, and the corner of his mouth sneered a little sneer. If it wasn’t for the sake of Zengji’s Yuan Zun behind Ziyue Yanjun, the other party would harm him, he must be the first. Killed Ziyue Yanjun, and then deal with Ning Qi. At this moment, with the joy of the konjac, Chen Zhong’s self-confidence rose wildly, and the Seven Robbers in his eyes were nothing.
"The demon can die today under the vicissitudes of the Zhenzong of the Emperor, and you are dead."
Chen Zhong sneered at Ning Qi.
"That kind of breath, is it the magic that Xiaoliu said?"
Ning Qi’s eyes lit up.
There is an inexplicable breath in the enchanting konjac, which is different from the power of creation, the power of law, and the sorrow. It is the mysterious force that he has never touched.
"The magic flames!"
Chen Zhong snorted and pointed the joyful konjac to Ningqi. The next moment, a black gas suddenly came out of the gourd. The gas instantly turned into a black flame, and everything on the route was burned as Coke, followed by a snoring sound in the black flame, as if a demon head wanted to break free from it, and the singer of the claws danced away.
Ning Qi’s eyes flashed a dignified color, waving a stick to the black flame, and the demon head that seemed to break free, the flame condensed out of the two arms and lifted up, resisting Ning Qi’s blow. .
call……
The aftershocks of the turbulence swept away in all directions like a gust of wind. The slightly-closed monks who were standing suddenly turned upside down, and quickly retired with horror!
The dragon stick that has never been unfavorable, this time did not break the black flame, but was caught by his death, the devil head condensed in front of the flame, and the laughter of Ning Qi’s screaming, screaming, the top of the dragon stick began. Gradually melting, the pattern of the engravings on the top was instantly destroyed.
The breath of the dragon stick fell down from the best of the best to the top of the spirit, and fell from the top of the spirit to the middle of the spirit, but in a short period of time, it was melted out of the majority, and was held by Ning Qi The end of the pair also became a red fire, and a black smoke rose from the palm of Ningqi.
"Ha ha ha!"
Chen Zhong’s eyes showed the color of qi, and he laughed. Because of the excitement, the blue veins on his neck loomed, and the power of creation in the body once again rushed into the joyful enchantment. The body of the black flame condensed several times and opened. The big mouth of the blood basin, bite away to Ningqi.
Losing a piece of the best spirit, Ning Qi's mood is not a trace of turmoil, this dragon stick is his pick, usually used to the enemy is quite handy, but the power compared with the Dragon Sword, there is no comparability, Since it can be melted by the magic flame in front of it, it means that its quality is not top, and the destruction is ruined, but Ning Qi will not eat this loss, ruining him a best spirit, then it is to take another piece. Spirit to compensate.
A knives flashed over, and I intended to swallow Ning Qi’s demon head, but it was cut off from the head, but it did not have a substantial flesh. The skull that was cut off by the Dragon Slayer fell on the ground and turned into a raging fire. In the meantime, this blood river square city became a sea of ​​fire. When the flame spread to the blood river, it would not be extinguished. Instead, it burned on the blood river and turned the water in the blood river into The fog is rising!
"what!"
A monk accidentally contaminated a trace of Mars, and the mid-term monk in the midst of the law was burned to ashes in an instant. The remaining monks saw it, and his heart was terrified. It was just a sparking star in the aftermath of the battle, and they were able to die. This kind of battle is really terrible.
"Ok?"
Chen Zhong’s eyes showed a strange color. The magical power of the enchanting enchanting was amazing. Even the stick that the other person just knew that it was not the best thing could be smelt and turned into two pieces. Seeing Ning Qi smiled and smiled toward him, Chen Zhong immediately madly spurred the joyful konjac in his hand, and the magic flame suddenly rose again.
Ning Qi walked toward Chen Zhong as a leisurely walk, and when the demon head of the magic flame approached him, Ning Qi was cut off, and the magic flame that occasionally fell on him was also instantly enchanted by the spirit of the spirit. It was extinguished and did not cause too much damage. So repeatedly, he quickly approached Chen Zhong.
"How is this possible? Give me to die!"
Chen Zhong’s eyes flashed a flustered color, but in a dozen times, Ning Qi was about to walk in front of him. He immediately fought his life and used all the power of creation to spur the joyful konjac in his hand.
"Unfortunately, if he can play the true power of the joyful konjac, this son will die."
Ziyue Yanjun looked at this scene coldly, but he was interested in the dragon sword in the hands of Ningqi.