Chapter 1844: Demonizing the devil of the skin (2)

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At this moment, Mu Yan can be evenly matched with the Jinxian of the two emperor continents.
At this moment, the face is even faster than Ling Yu, who has absolute space.
Hey -! !
Ouyang Xiangdong only felt a tearing pain in the chest and abdomen.
The seven swords crossed the abdomen horizontally.
Then, the wound burned with a blazing flame.
The blazing pain caused Ouyang to make a scream of screaming to the east.
Mu Yan stopped her body shape, the music stopped, and the burning of spiritual power disappeared.
She gasped slightly and her face was pale.
With her current cultivation, [step by step lotus] is too much for her spiritual power and vitality.
"Little sister, are you okay?"
Mu Yan did not answer, but gently plucked the strings and launched [Echoes] to supplement the spiritual power of the seven.
The gaze is not a moment to look at the direction of Ouyang Xiangdong.
Ouyang’s burning to the east’s abdomen is getting more and more prosperous, and even the skin in other parts of his body is burning.
His screams were getting sharper and sharper, and his hands were on his face, as if he had to smash his face.
When Ouyang Qing’s face changes, he will rush over,
Father!

Mu Yantian magic piano crosses, blocking his way, "Don't be close!"
Xiaoyaomen and Ouyangqing both looked at Muyan strangely. "Little sister, isn't he going to die?"
Obviously looking at the appearance of Ouyang Xiangdong, at this time has been dead end, dying.
But why can the little sister's look become more dignified?
At the end of the Chu Dynasty, he slowly said: "He is not going to finish, but he plans to abandon his own skin."
"Oh... hahaha..."
The weird, creepy laughter came from Ouyang to the East.
The strange thing is that the sound is obviously not Ouyang to the east.
This sound, sometimes sharp, sometimes feminine, sometimes sturdy, sometimes hoarse, is like a few sounds put together.
The dark clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker.
The rich black gas surged from Ouyang to the east.
Originally warm in the early summer, this time only makes people feel a bit of bitter cold.
The seven faces of Xiaoyaomen became extremely dignified and clenched their swords in their hands.
At about the same time, Ouyang slowly climbed up to the east.
Do not! It’s not that Ouyang is going east.
Because Ouyang went to the east and was bruised and bruised, there were "body" burning marks everywhere, lying quietly on the ground.
In front of them, there was a tall man who was surrounded by black air.
The man's face is long and narrow, his nose is like a gutter, and his eyes are reddish brown.
His expression seemed to be excitement, and it was like excitement, sticking out his tongue and licking.
But the tongue is as slender as a snake.
His hands and feet are different from ordinary people, but the black claws he just saw.
"Father!" Ouyang Qing rushed to help Ouyang to the east. When he found out that he was just fainting and breathing, he was relieved.
Then, his cold eyes looked at this strange demon. "Where are you demon? Why are you attached to my father?"
Ouyang Qing’s words have not been finished yet, but suddenly his face has changed dramatically, and his body shape is rapidly trying to retreat.
However, the speed of this devil is so fast that ordinary people can't imagine it.
In the blink of an eye, I have already come to Ouyang Qing, and a claw hits his face.
Ouyang Qing quickly fought against the sword, but slammed.