Chapter 1208: Mowing

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"Duang!"
With a loud muffled sound, An Pei Zongxiu was blasted out. Rao is a demigod-level powerhouse. He was hit by Wang Yan's terrifying warhammer, and he was definitely injured.
But as soon as he flew out for more than ten meters, he was caught by Nini, who had been walking in and out, and hit his back with a violent stick, hitting him back like a baseball. The bitter monk's line is about the unity of man and god, and the requirements for the tempering of physical strength are extremely high, and the spirit is constantly strengthened by constantly tempering oneself.
And do n’t look at Nini ’s stick. It ’s a holy vessel handed down from generation to generation of ascetic monks, and it is a collection of beliefs and spirits of every generation of ascetic monks. As long as she holds this stick, she will continue to gain endless power from the energy source.
In terms of pure power explosion, it is not much more difficult than Wang Yan.
Even after two hard hits, Ampezongxiu had several broken bones and blood spewed out of his mouth.
But this is not over yet.
A bright ray of light ignited, inviting Yue Jian to kill him, and the extremely frightened An Pei Zongxiu reluctantly twisted his body to hide, but one arm flew into the air. Inviting Yuejian, even cut off his arm.
"Holy Light Ruling!"
At such an opportunity, the little angel Babe, who had been assigned to protect the Bright Virgin, could not bear it. With his hands together, a sacred light blasted towards Ampezong Xiu like a laser cannon. In addition, laser light was also emitted from the eyes of the women's Super League.
The most exaggerated posture is the Shiva goddess. She dances the Shiva dance, and there is a ghost image of the Shiva goddess in the back. The flame of destruction in the third eye has inspired the extreme. Maybe it was the pressure of persecution, maybe she saw the flame of the Eye of Destruction, and the power of her flame of destruction at this time seems to be a higher level.
Under the joint efforts of everyone, An Pei Zongxiu was bombarded into scum. But even so, he wanted to escape. However, under the double siege of the flame of destruction and Wang Yan's pure Yang true fire, it was gradually burned into coke.
"Everyone pay attention." At this time, Wang Yan did not relax at all. "The spirits of the demigod-level old monsters are very powerful. Even if they escape a little, they may cause hidden dangers. Saint girl, besieged a holy flame. "
Wang Yan is deeply aware of the intractability of the semi-god-level strong. The former Black Death Demon Venerable and the current Ampezong Xiu are old monsters who have died for many years. Therefore, in order to avoid future problems and dog blood, Wang Yan will naturally be careful.
Without saying anything, the Bright Saint Maiden once again inspired a Holy Flame, enclosing the fragments of An Pei Zongxiu's body. Sure enough, a few traces of black gas tried to break through the blockade and escaped, but they were completely burned by the Holy Flame of the very restrained soul.
Under the three most famous flames in the world today, even if Ape Zongxiu is cunning several times, there is no alternative. On several occasions, An Pei Zongxiu, who tried to escape from the remnants of the separated soul and turned back to borrow the corpse to return to the soul plan, finally forced his soul out.
The phantom shadow filled with black energy roared with open teeth and claws: "Son of flames, you don't want to force people too much." He tried desperately to stop all kinds of flames from burning, but the soul was burning smaller and smaller, and the pain was extremely painful.
"Forcing you?"
Wang Yan sneered, "Master Zongxiu, you've always been killing yourself. Every time you take the initiative to provoke me, okay? I have no time to go to Dongying and ask you to settle the bill. You come to stir the wind again Stir the rain, now it ’s just that you have more than one death. What else you can do, you all show up, and my old king ca n’t take care of it.
Under the siege of the three flames, Wang Yan did n’t believe he had any ability to get out of trouble.
Sure enough, after the intimidation failed, the powerful soul began to pretend to beg for mercy again: "Son of flame, I am wrong. It is my infatuation and should not provoke you. As long as you let me go, all my property will contribute Here you are. Also, I am a semi-god-level strongman who can be completely driven by you. Isn't it about to fight the abyss? I can help you and help you fight the abyss. "
So far, it seems as long as he is willing to let go of him and let him do whatever he wants.
"Unfortunately, whether it is Ampei Qingming or Ampei Zongxiu, I can't believe it." Wang Yan sneered with a snort, "I let you go today, and I have to worry about whether you will stab you. An unreliable ally, threatening Far bigger than a group of powerful enemies. Bye ~ "
Next, no matter how the soul asks for mercy, threats, or curses, Wang Yan is indifferent.
After a few minutes, that soul was finally refined and burned completely. Even Yan Pei Zongxiu's body fragments, Wang Yan insisted on burning coke, so as not to hide half of the soul.
It wasn't until An Pei Zongxiu's everything disappeared that Wang Yan was relieved and fell to the ground, breathing heavily.
He was exhausted.
Not only tired, but also tired.
From the beginning, Wang Yan began planning and implementing counterattacks to fight back. Until now, he was really relieved. Don't look at him as a hippie smile, but the spirit is always tense.
Fighting against a demigod-level strong clan, the mental pressure is too great. That's because during the whole process, there is no room for mistakes, like dancing on the tip of a knife. A little carelessness will destroy everything, and it will also bring down teammates.
Fortunately, although the dangers emerged throughout the process, they finally survived, and every teammate survived.
After this battle, he lay down directly and recovered well.
The rest are no better than Wang Yan. One by one, it seems that the spirits have been emptied, paralyzed on the ground, and they don't even want to move their fingers. From the beginning, the desperation after being poisoned by the ancient antiquity, and then Wang Yan detoxified everyone in a strange way, and then to the Jedi counterattack, desperately fighting to win the entire battle, this process is really tired and tired.
Each of them is a legendary strongman, with physical qualities comparable to monsters. But even so, they were all tired as if their bones were broken into slag.
Shiva's eyes looked a bit complicated when she looked at Wang Yan.
Although she had great opinions on Wang Yan, this time she was deeply grateful. Without Wang Yan, the descendants of the gods would fall into great trouble, and even the eye of inheritance would be lost.
When she thought about it, she just wanted to say sorry and misunderstood you.
However, Wang Yan suddenly warned: "Your Highness, Goddess, everyone was acting before the detoxification. You must not take it seriously. You, you are my brother's girlfriend."
Shiva Mori was so hung up that he was so angry that he rolled his eyes, "Son of Flame, can you stop being so narcissistic? Ghosts will really like you."
"This is good, this is good." Wang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, patting the chest several times in a row, as if another big stone fell in his heart.
"What kind of expression are you?" Shiva Goddess finally had a good impression of Wang Yan's accumulation, and once again consumed up, staring fiercely.
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