Chapter 1385: Murderous

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The Holy King of Eight Wastes condensed his mind and thought that this fierce beast was obstructing him. Today, not only can he kill Xiao Chen, he can't even take Luo tears away, he must find a way to reinvent the fierce beast first.
When he saw him suddenly he couldn't move, he said with a sneer, "What are you thinking about again, grandson of the Eight Wastelands? Come here, your grandfather will be with you today, hahaha!"
The Eight Waste Saint King's eyes condensed, and he was already thinking about it, and said, "梼 杌, you stupid beast, do you know that she is the reincarnation of Luo Tears?"
"Haha!" Zhuo Lao put his hands on his hips and smiled with his head up: "Laozi knows of course, grandson, don't think I don't know what the you're doing. You were nothing more than the spiritual power of Luo tears, and wanted her Devour, isn't it? "
As soon as this statement came out, not only the people of Wushan were shocked, but even the people in the distance were shocked. At this moment, everyone looked at the Eighth Wasted Saint King.
"How? Bahuang grandson, did I say the wrong thing? What kind of perfect match is to deceive outsiders, your grandson moves his ass, and the old man knows what you are thinking, hahaha ..."
Zhuo stood in mid-air and laughed, and the face of the Eight Kings suddenly became somber and scary, and said coldly: "Yes, how is it ..."
Hearing this, everyone in Wushan was shocked, and there was an unbelievable look in his eyes. He looked back and smiled, pointing to him and looked over to Wushan: "Haha! Did you see? This grandson even himself I have admitted, do you still want to give him the goddess? "
The people of Wushan are still shocked. The appearance of the Eight Kings Saint King became somber, and said coldly: "In that case, it is the same to make the Eight Swords of the Gods devour!"
When the words fell, he saw a wave of his hand, and the Eight Swords of the Immortal Sword immediately turned into a red awn, flying towards the heart of Huangfu. This came down too suddenly. Not only people in the distance didn't expect it, even 掼 杌 and Wushan None of them thought that he would suddenly shoot at Huangfu!
At this moment, I saw that the horizon clouds were surging. The sword was like a gust of wind, and dozens of Wu Lingwei didn't even have a chance to react, so they were swept away by the sword wind.
Seeing that the sword swallowed towards himself, Huangfu's heart also seemed to be stunned in the same place, enveloped by the sword wind, unable to escape.
"Heart!"
In the distance, Xiao Chen was gathering souls for Qianyu Nishang. At this moment, he saw that the Eight Kings suddenly shot towards Huangfu's heart and his face changed suddenly, but he couldn't leave. Once he left, Qianyu Nishang's soul was bound to disappear.
"Grandson! I'm your mother!"
I didn't expect it at all. The Holy King of Eight Wastes even said that if he turned his face, he turned his face on the face of so many people and devoured the Eight Swords of Divine Sword to devour the heart of Huangfu. Bahuang Shengwang was raised by the spirit of the soul, it is easy to devour a person.
"Asshole! Laozi you!"
Zhuo Zai also seemed anxious, blocking his hand at once, his hands turned into claws, and with the sound of "Zheng", he grabbed the flying Eight Swords, but how could this sword's prestige be easily blocked, right here At that time, Bahuang Shengwang's eyes flashed with a strange look, and suddenly twisted his fingers, and the next moment, he saw that the Bahuang Divine Sword suddenly split from the middle, and a sword would pass through the chest.
"Uh ... grandson, you cheat ..."
This was finally realized, but it was too late. The next few sword lights, directly through his body, broke his chest into a scary blood hole, and only the gods like the Eight Swords, In order to hit him hard.
"Stupid is a stupid, it really is as stupid as it was!"
The Eight Kings of the Wild King's eyes were cold, and he hit him with a palm. Under the agitation of his palms, several nearby peaks tremble, and there was a "bang" with a loud noise. He was beaten up by the palm and flew out. , Smashing the ground along this road.
It was then understood by everyone that the Eight Waste Kings could not devour Huangfu's heart, and the purpose was to deliberately hit the barnacle and deliberately acted like this.
In the distance, everyone was quiet, everyone was staring at the collapse of the ground. It was originally one of the four evils, but at the moment he saw that he could not afford to fall to the ground, his chest was penetrated by a horrible blood hole, and his mouth was constantly vomiting blood. It seems that at this moment, many people feel compassionate. If he is not to protect the Wushan goddess, will he be counted by the Eight Wasted Saint Kings? Unexpectedly, the holy king of the Eight Wastelands would actually make the plan count as a beast.
Holy King Bahuang smiled coldly, and now his heart thorns were finally removed, and he looked at Huangfu ’s heart, frowned, and said, "Luo Tears, only what I said was to blame this beast, you must not Seriously, I treat you ... "
"Go away!"
At this moment, I saw that Huang Fu's eyes turned red, and the tears of the goddess in his hand turned into a hundred feet of Bimang and flew towards him. The Eight Kings of the Holy King was shocked by this power, and even retreated.
"Jiang ...... Jiang!"
Then I saw that Huangfu was busy running towards the 杼 杌, and 擼 擌 fell in the pool of blood, a scary blood hole was broken in the chest by the Eight Swords, and the blood continued to go out, obviously it was already hit hard.
"Jiang!"
Huang Fu's face was pale, and he knelt down on the ground, using both hands to press the blood hole on his chest, but he couldn't stop the blood from flowing out.
"Uh ..." Yan Zhuo's face was pale, trying to sit up, slowly reaching out, trying to touch her face, but fearing that his claws were too sharp, he finally retracted slowly, breathing in a spring. : "Little girl ... do you remember me ..."
"Um ... Um!" Huang Fu's heart choked, and nodded.
"Hey ... hey ... that's good, then I don't owe you ..."
Zhuo Zao's speech was very weak. When he finished speaking, his eyes closed, and he fell backwards. The huge body stirred up the dust.
"掼 杌 ... No, I don't want you to die, I don't want you to die ..."
Huangfu's heart shivered, and her tears suddenly seemed to be the pearls of the broken thread, and she continued to slide down her cheeks. At this moment, many strange and familiar pictures appeared in her mind.
"I don't know what your name is ..."
"Haha! Then listen to me! Lao Tzu is just doing nothing! Are you afraid? Ha ha ha!"
"So ... So you are the fierce beast that broke in yesterday ..."
"漼 杌, the high priest they are coming, the high priest is very powerful, you can't beat him, you run from there, I will help you away from them ..."
"I ... My name is Luo Tears."
"Okay! Lao Tzu's grievances and grievances, Luo tears, 押 杌 owe you a favor today, come back in the future!"
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"漼 杌, why are you here, you go quickly, my mana is blocked, you take me, can't run out ..."
"Don't be afraid, Lao Tzu is here to save you. Lao Tzu knows that you don't like that grandson and won't let you marry him ..."
"Take me to the world, I want to go to the world, remember, take me to the world ..."
...
In the distance, everyone was quiet and everyone was speechless. Xiao Chen also saw that he was hit hard, but he couldn't pass at this moment, and the people over Wushan were also stunned. They didn't expect it. It would be this fierce beast to protect the goddess, and now the goddess keeps crying, what is going on? What happened to the records in the family history?
At the moment, he was lying on the ground, his eyes closed, his chest slightly undulating, and blood continued to flow out of the blood mouth. Huangfu Xiner kept pouring spiritual energy into his wounds, crying like the little girl who was crying while walking: "Long, wake up ... don't die ... I don't want you to die, you don't die ... you don't die ..."
"Uh ... I'm not dead yet ..."
Suddenly, he opened his eyes again and coughed up a bit of blood. He was powerless and said: "It is terrible to be seriously injured, so easy to die ..."
In the air, the Eighth Wasted Saint King's eyes were cold, and he thought that the stupid beast had been hit hard. At this moment, the people of Wushan wanted to block themselves again, just waiting to say something, but the high priest suddenly stood out from the crowd, his face cold. Tao: "Holy King, wait ..."
At this moment, I saw that the high priest's face was terribly gloomy, as if it was covered with layers of clouds, and the Holy King of Eight Wastes looked at him: "What does the high priest have to say?"
The high priest looked at him with a somber face and said, "I am afraid that the Holy King cannot take away the goddess today. Wushan's marriage contract with the Holy King was cancelled."
As soon as this statement came out, many people in the distance were shocked, and the Wu people were all trembling, and they looked at him one after another. They felt very bad at this moment. If they were ordinary people, it would be ok. The Eight Wasted Saint Kings, so retiring in public, wouldn't it bring scourge to Wushan?
Sure enough, the eyes of the Eight Waste Kings became very cold at once: "What is your king ..."
"The Holy King is what Wushan is to me again."
The high priest's face became more gloomy. From the moment when he saw that Huang Fu's heart was forced to seal himself at the bottom of the lake, he saw that those people were shaking away, and he had deep grudges in his heart.
"I'm afraid today ... It's the turn of the high priest to decide the king and Luo tears."
The Emperor Bahuang's eyes were cold, and suddenly his hand was lifted, and he grabbed Huangfu's heart from the air, and the high priest's figure moved. At this moment, the breath surged countless, holding the staff, and resisted him.
"It's up to you and you want to stop this king ..."
"Then try ..."
The high priest's face was gloomy, and many people in the distance were surprised. Although he was the Matriarch's high priest, but at most it was only the strength of the true monarch's peak. He dared to challenge the eight kings of the holy king, but in the next moment, I saw only His eyes turned red, and a strong breath suddenly broke out in his body.
"Eight Wonder Books!"
Everyone was shocked, and the Maori people were even more shocked. They never knew that the high priest had actually practiced eight wonderful books. It turned out that he was retreating in those days, but he was actually practicing this book!
"Eight Wonderful Books ..."
The eyes of the Eight Great Kings became colder, and suddenly his sleeves flicked, and a mountain-like palm surged toward the high priest, and even if the high priest practiced eight wonderful books, it would be difficult to resist. , Wu Zhu several people saw the situation, and flew past in an instant, but under the strong shock of the Eight Kings of the Holy King, several people spit blood and flew out.
"Luo Tears ... not going fast!"
I saw that the blood in the mouth of the high priest kept pouring out, and the heart of Huangfu, who was treating the wound in the distance, was also shocked. She had always disliked the high priest, but at this moment ...
"Go!"
The high priest sang with a deep voice, and urged the profound strength in his body. His body suddenly became countless in an instant, and was blocked in front of the Eight Kings.
"Since you want to fight against this king, then ... all die!"
The horror of the Eight Waste Kings was terrifying, and he stared at him. Seven or eight sword lights directly passed through the high priest. In the distance, Princess Luo Ling and others exclaimed: "High priest!"
"Uh ... Pooh!" The high priest spit out blood. Even if he reached the Emperor's power at the moment, he would never be the opponent of the Eight Kings.
"Go to hell!"
The Holy King of Eight Wastes also seemed extremely angry, and he took a palm to shoot at the top of his head. If this palm goes down, it will inevitably destroy the form and spirit, and Huangfu's heart is suddenly shocked, and his body is instantly expanded to move to the big one. In front of the priest, his eyes glared at Bahuang Shengwang: "If you want to kill him, kill me first."
The Eight Kings of the Holy Land stared back, withdrew their palms and said calmly: "You can spare him, follow me today, this king is naturally not to blame, otherwise ..." With a sound, a sword flashed through and directly took the head of the two Wu clan elders.
The two elders were standing next to Concubine Luo Ling and Wu Ling'er. Before they reacted, they were taken the first rank. The blood splashed the faces of Concubine Luo Ling and Wu Linger. Wu Linger screamed and immediately Frightened.
The rest of the people were scared as if they were petrified. Together with countless others in the distance, this moment was stunned. The Holy King was furious, and the dead body was millions, not just talking.
"How? Will more people die?"
At this moment, Bahuang Shengwang was obviously angry, and his killing intention could no longer be stopped. He pointed his finger, and another sword light flew over, and immediately cut off seven or eight people in Wushan, and the blood suddenly shed all over. Everyone was shocked.
"Stop it! You stop me!"
Huangfu's eyes were wide open, she has been regarded as a goddess by the Wu clan, but at this moment, she can only watch the clan die, helpless, and no one can protect ...
"Then you think clearly ..." The Eight Wasted Saint King looked cold, and looked at her coldly. After the words were finished, another Jianguang Fei slashed out, and immediately killed a dozen people.
"Stop it!" Huangfu's heart shivered, his face pale, and nodded: "Ok ... I'll go with you, I'll go with you ..."
Everyone in the distance was flabbergasted, and only felt a chill. The Holy King of the Eight Wastelands angered innocent here today, but beheaded more than 20 people of the Wu clan, but no one sanctioned him. Even the Heavenly Emperor could not control him. No one is his opponent at all.
"Qinglong Baihu, take her away."
The Holy King of Eight Wastes looked cold, and Shen Sheng drank. In the distance, the blue dragon and white tiger no longer entangled with the Youyang two puppets. When he came over, the sound of "chief" cut the two out.
At this moment, everyone felt a cold and murderous air, as if instantly falling into the endless and endless cold forest. I saw that Xiao Chen did not know when he had come, and his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and his voice was low. Terrible: "I said you can take her ..."
"Oh?" The Eight Waste Kings looked at him coldly, as if looking down at a ant, and said lightly: "It's up to you?"
Xiao Chen's face was gloomy, he looked at the severely wounded priest in the distance, looked at the seriously injured high priest and Wu Zhu, looked at the bloodshed on the other side of Wushan, and looked at the two dozen corpses lying on the ground at the moment , Suddenly silenced the voice: "Everyone, withdraw ten miles away!"