Vol 3 Chapter 909: No worries

No worries, I laughed very happy.
The monk also smiled and smiled very proudly.
At this moment, the eyes of the two seem to be the same.
Looking at each other is like an idiot.
No worries said: "It seems that you are very confident?"
The monk said: "Confidence is natural, so Lord Buddha reminds you that your death is because of your family."
Three streams of light came from a distance and fell to the front of the monk.
Shengyuan glanced around and found an abnormality. He lost his voice: "No, there is something going on here."
The monk is somewhat puzzled.
Shengyuan said: "The brothers who are guarding here, the breath has disappeared."
The face of the monk has changed. It is a nine-star Holy Spirit. Let’s not say how powerful the combat power is, but there are many ways to save lives.
It can be said that the people of the Buddha who come here can be seriously injured, but it is impossible to kill them.
But now, the breath of the nine-star Holy Spirit disappears, and what does a Mozu stand in the mountains?
In the heart of the monk, there is a bad feeling.
"Look, you can't laugh now?"
Worrying at himself, he said: "And I am still so happy."
"I used to feel weird, but I don't know what the reason is. Now I know, our people have not encountered one along the way."
The monk’s face changed a few times.
Did they also be killed?

The worry-free monk made a snap, "Yes! The nearby ones should all die, so I found some bait from a distance. But this time, I am most satisfied."
The worry-free sight, moving on the purple three, the more satisfied you are, the more you see, "Devil Lun, you have made meritorious deeds."
All the way led the monk who came over the monk, excited.
Worried, he waved his hand, and Lulu immediately stepped back. He stayed aside and prepared to collect the corpses for four people.
The sight of Zi Yan falls on the worry-free hill below, and he is aware of his soul and discovers some abnormal situations.
"Are all three of you together? Or are you together?"
He said with a smile, but his eyes were on the body of Qingyi and Shengyuan, and Ziyan was ignored by him.
A seven-star Holy Spirit in the district does not need him to look at it at all.
Who knows that the woman who looks weak is actually taking the initiative to say: "This matter has nothing to do with me. I just came to visit and play."
I saw that she immediately took a step back and stood with the monk.
"Oh, some meaning." The worry-free mouth emerged with a smile, then looked at the source, "That's you."
Shengyuan put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, the poor is only a guide."
Shengyuan also retreated.
This makes the worry-free more unexpected. He has to look at the purple scorpion that has not been seen once. "What about you? Is the excuse to pass the road or something else?"
Zi Yan took a step forward and said: "I am the one who wants your life."
Worry-free, he said: "Are you not broken your brain? Start talking nonsense?"
Zi Yan pointed to the bottom and said: "There are pure Buddha powers in the blood. You should kill a lot of Buddhas here? So, you are destined to be alive."
"So arrogant, not a fool is an idiot!"
He said with careless disdain, though, he did it in advance.
The magical tumbling, like a black fog, goes forward.
Qing Yi three back, took the initiative to let the battlefield out.
The purple scorpion was immediately shrouded in dark fog.
The black fog is tumbling violently, sometimes stimulating a strong aftermath.
"This is not an ordinary magic. This is called a magic cloud."
Looking at the purple scorpion that has been shrouded in black fog, he explained: "Once you are attached by the worm, you only have one dead road. The last nine stars are so dead."
Qingyi three people back again, no help.
The surging black fog gradually became quiet.
Looking at this scene without worry, it is even more disdainful. "This is your strength? There are two five-stars in front of you who can still struggle with one or two. You haven’t even started the waves. It seems that there is no relic in this place. The fighting power will be greatly reduced."
Suddenly the black fog began to shrink sharply and disappeared quickly.
"This is impossible!"
The worry-free face can't help but change, and then can't keep the previous calm, because he perceives that the life of the devil cloud is disappearing.
The purple scorpion stepped forward and walked out of the dark fog, only to see the black fog that had been materialized and fell toward the earth.
The magic cloud worms who saw their own refinement and refinement all died, and the worry-free face was a little cold. "How can you know which magic cloud worms are precious? How dare you kill them all?"
Zi Yan said faintly: "It’s all this time, shouldn’t you worry about your life?

The two rushed forward almost simultaneously.
"dead!"
No worries are handed out, countless magic surges, and the whole world becomes dim.
The purple cicada also hit a punch and there was a thunder.
The two fists met, the whole world was a quiet, and then a powerful knock came out, countless waves carrying a powerful force to retreat.
The worry-free figure was shaken by hundreds of feet, and his face changed after he stabilized his body.
In the distance, the magic Luneng who waited for the corpse, also had a shocked color on his face.
The last time the secretly guarding the nine-star Holy Spirit of this place did not kill the adults. I never thought that this person had only the realm of seven stars.
At this moment, Mo Lu can give birth to some illusions. Does the hair make the spirits stronger?
After all, their opponents have never had hair.
The pain of the upload of the right arm made the worry-free idea of ​​continuing to fight with the other side. If the two sides come back, his arm is afraid to be shattered.
In the strength of the physical body, he is obviously weak.
There are many seven-star spirits killed by worry-free, but the one with such powerful power is the first one.
The offense is not good, he decided to attack.
The magic surged around the body and gradually turned into a black flame.
He looked at Zi Yan and said in a cold voice: "This is the positive magic fire of the Mozu. Although it is still one level away from the highest level of nine, it is enough to kill you this seven stars. Before dying, there is a last word to stay?"
"Fire? I have it too."
Among the palms of the purple scorpion, Lei Yanhuo appeared, and the quaint meaning began to pervade.
"I will be your last words."
The magic flame of the worry-free body twisted, and left the body, turned into a huge palm, and went straight to the purple.
Magic hand.
Not only is the power extraordinary, but speed is its strength.
Almost in an instant, it was in front of Zi Yan, but just when the purple scorpion was about to be seized, a palm composed of Lei Yanhu appeared out of thin air and collided with the palm of the magic fire.
boom!
The two huge handprints collapsed at the same time, forming strong fluctuations, drowning around, including the nearby purple cicada.
No worries again, and then his pupils are shrinking.
I saw a straight light, suddenly bursting out of the raging energy, like a golden lightning, came to the near no worries.
The worry-free face changed a lot, and a light screen appeared from the front.
The golden light is approaching and there is no way forward.
A bang!
The screen is broken instantly.
Golden light disappeared.
The worry-free body hangs in the air, and the chest is pierced by a black rifle.
The raging energy dissipated, and the layers of ripples and waves disappeared after nearly a thousand feet.
The heavens and the earth suddenly became quiet, and some quiet people could not adapt.
Mo Lu can lick his own mouth and work hard to prevent himself from exclaiming.
The invincible adult in his eyes, at this moment has been pierced by a seven-star spirit.
At the rear, Shengyuan shouted Amitabha.
The monk was the first to see the battle of the sable, although it was expected, but still very surprised.
There have been some subtle changes in Qingyi’s expression, which seems to be somewhat unexpected.
"Your speed is very fast, but unfortunately compared with me, it is still slower."
A faint voice sounded.
It is worry free.
From the sky.
Before the rifle, the body became a piece of magic jade, and the slamming cracked.
Zi Yan looked up at the sky and looked.
I saw a big net that fell from the sky.
It is not the silk thread that makes up the big net, but the numerous blades that are connected end to end.
Standing in the sky without worry, looking down at the purple, his eyes are cold, like watching a dead person.
The space around the purple scorpion was strongly squeezed, leaving him with nowhere to escape.
Waiting for him seems to be only net.
Shengyuan is somewhat worried. As a Buddha, he has not found out when he is avoiding.
If the two confront each other, he has to admit that he is already dead.
He is worried about purple.
At this moment, I saw the purple scorpion put away the rifle, and there was a sacred pen in the hand.
A stroke is drawn.
A straight light blooms from the tip of the pen, like the most beautiful light in the world, against the sky.
In this light, the space is divided into two.
Even the space can be smashed, this black big net is certainly not to mention.
The big net was separated from it, and the light did not dissipate, but went straight to no worries.
Hey!
The light shines through the worry-free body.
There is blood in the sky, but there is no worry-free body.
"This guy is disappearing?"
The monk whispered.
The vision of Zi Yan falls on the worry-free hill below. "Since you intentionally lead me, then go and see."
The shape of the purple scorpion descends from the sky and falls to the worry-free mountain.
"The monk, the guy gave it to you."
It’s a magic Luneng, and I can’t escape in time.
"Reassured, the district is a four-star only."
The monk laughed and rushed to the magic Luneng to go to ~EbookFREE.me~ to see how Foshan killed you!

The purple scorpion fell on the hill of worry-free, and Qingyi and Shengyuan followed, and no one went to the monk.
"Is there an exception here?"
Looking at the eyes of Zi Yan has been staring at somewhere, asked Shengyuan.
The holy pen in the hands of the purple scorpion, toward the front, the sound of the road rushed out, and a passage appeared.
The expression of Shengyuan has changed. At this moment, he finally understood the meaning of the Buddha.
The purple scorpion put away the holy pen, took out the spear and the shield, and strode in.
He was full of alert, but he did not encounter a surprise attack during the period.
The purple cicada came to the inside of the mountain, and it was not the magic of the rolling, but the pure Buddha power.
It seems to have come to somewhere in the temple.
Ps: One more today.