Vol 2 Chapter 1157: Human set collapse

"Woo~~"
"Kang Dang Kang Dang~~~"
The Ultraman doll that the ancient master has collected for a long time trembles on the cabinet, ah? How old is the ancient leader, and he still likes Ultraman?
Hey...This doesn't seem to be the point. Isn't the point that the bedroom carefully arranged by the ancient headmaster? Under the release of Lan Feirou's unconscious aura, like a candle in the wind, it may be completely destroyed at any time.
"boom----"
A row of Ultramans of various models on the wall cabinet burst into two halves directly under the devastation of the spiritual storm.
"AhIsn’t it"
The ancient head yelled, looking at the stump of Altman on the ground miserably, the boy was heartbroken.
"Xiao Ao, I'm sorry for you."
Tearfully picking up Ultraman's residual limbs, Gu Zhong condensed the aura of the whole body, condensing a silver barrier around Lan Feirou.
In order to prevent Lan Feirou from demolishing the room, Gu Zhong even used Zhishang.
This is to defend Lan Feirou as an enemy, and to be a licking dog? this one?
If a man is very affectionate for you, just ask him whether the game is important or me, and Ultraman is important or me.
I don’t know what love in the world is, but I want to laugh out loud. What’s going on...
"What, don't add chicken soup, okay... Licking a dog also has dignity."
Today, my Gu Zhong, is going to rectify the name of the dog licking
With a difficult expression on his face, he said this very unconscionable sentence to the little department, and at the same time, he constantly released his spiritual energy to strengthen his death.
Zhishang deserves to be the martial art brought by the junior sister. The toughness is beyond imagination. If it is a general defensive martial art, as long as it touches the aura of an immortal martial artist on Lan Feirou's body, unless it is a martial art of the gods, it must be It will be destroyed as soon as you touch it.
At close range, the aura of the immortal martial artist is not so easy to resist.
Even if the ancient headmaster launched Zhishang, he still needed a steady stream of spiritual energy to support Zhishang's defensive performance.
It is also funny. Originally, Zhishang raised a circle of defensive covers around the warriors who needed to defend, but the ancient leader changed a way to circle the source of the damage.
"what----"
At this time, Lan Feirou, who was surrounded by the Zhishang defensive circle, seemed to be suffering from extremely intense pain. She couldn't help but screamed up to the sky, her delicate body trembling in pain.
And the aura that had originally condensed all over her body poured into her body.
The visible beads of sweat run along Lan Feirou’s forehead hair, across her slender and white neck all the way, and lower her arms down, matching her expression. No matter how you look at this scene, it’s not sweat. Beads, but blood...
It's just that Lan Fei made a painful scream of selfishness, but the momentum of the whole body continued to rise, almost reaching the peak, so the ancient head was actually not well.
The aura in his body surged crazily, but it couldn't stop the silver-white anti-sorrow defensive cover from appearing tottering.
"boom----"
Finally, the energy of the landslide and the earth was bombarded from Zhishang, and the explosive energy quickly spread outwards. Gu Zhong's eyes widened, his hands made several knots, and the energy circles of Zhishang continued to be one after another. Lan Feirou condensed and was destroyed.
Condensed again, and then destroyed, the waves of energy were offset by Zhishang.
It wasn't until Gu Master tried his best to finally calm down in the turbulent room.
Gu Zhong lay on the soft collapse, looked at the ceiling without strength, and sighed: "Finally, I saved my lord's nest."
"Eh...wait..."
Suddenly, Gu Zhong sat up abruptly, turning his head to look at Lan Feirou. Lan Feirou, who had been sitting cross-legged on the futon, was now lying sideways on the ground, lying on the carpet on her side, with clouds scattered on her temples, and the skin on the half of her face that she could see was soft and soft, like warm nephrite with a delicate soft light.
Zhu's lips curled slightly, his bright eyes closed tightly, and he was actually asleep.
Gu Zhong hurriedly stepped forward and leaned to her side, stretched out his hand to sniff her nose.
Wenxiang's heating system was beating on Gu Zhong's palm, and from the aura of her body, it was clear that her cultivation had reached the ninth level of Immortality, but her body was very weak.
It seems that absorbing an immortal product and a spiritual source fruit within a short period of time will also put a heavy load on the body. Lan Feirou would even fall into a coma with the body of an immortal warrior, which is obviously overkill.
Gu Zhong grabbed Lan Feirou up her waist, and walked towards the bed. Even though she was just sitting in the room all day and night, the pressure she was under was no less than that of a battle between the head of Gu and the god-shaking tiger.
It took a day and a night for dozens of elders from Qin Shangyan and others to refining a spiritual source fruit at the same time, but Lan Feirou enjoyed the spiritual source fruit and Qi Luo fairy products alone, and it was normal to fall into a coma.
Gu Zhong looked down at the woman in his arms, and a trace of fire suddenly appeared in his eyes, probably just in the process of refining, the energy was so violent that Lan Feirou's outer robe was completely blown away.
The moon-white tube top was so open in front of the ancient clock, and the towering twin peaks stimulated the ancient clock's vision.