Chapter 877: Heart of Wu Wanshan

As the screams of the priests came out of the golden light, the hearts of all the towers of the gods and devils were trembled.
Although the results have been guessed, they were shocked when they saw the priest and his three-headed dragon riding on the body.
The priests now look like this, can they be called people, called muddy people.
The gold armor of the tower of the gods and devils took a breath of cold air, and the priests were their chiefs. They were so high and high.
But this is so unattainable, the priests have now become like this, and the strength of his opponent is really terrible.
The priest screamed and fell from the sky, and it did not seem to die.
At this time, Bai Ni moved.
"Call." Bai Ni leaped high, holding a three-pointed gun in his hand and slammed it toward the fallen priest.
Although the priest has lost control of the rotten body, his powerful soul is still there, and he feels the enemy's attack. The priests did not hesitate to expel all their souls in the first time. come out.
boom.
Strong to the unmatched purple soul force will fly out of the white Ni, and at the same time, the three sharp guns in the hands of Bai Ni also thrown out, a shot penetrated the heart of the chest of the priest.
The three-pointed gun is the treasure that Bai Ni mainly comes to his own home. As long as he can hit the other side, even if the other side’s King Kong is not bad, he must be worn a big hole.
"Ah," the priest once again screamed in pain, and the priest who could no longer bear his broken body finally made the decision: self-knot.
He would rather kill himself than to die in the other hand.
With a bang, the body of the priests had not fallen to the ground, and it was blown up into countless pieces, falling from the air.
"This kid..." Seeing that Bai Ni was smashed by the priests, Ling Xiao shook his head helplessly.
Bai Ni didn’t need to do this at all, just wait for him to kill the priests.
However, Bai Ni wanted to kill the priests and revenge for Yao, and this led to the situation in front of him.
In the eyes of others, it’s not necessary, and not worth it, in front of Bai Ni’s eyes.
Only Ling Xiao understands how important it is for Bai Ni to end his life with the priests.
Not to mention that it is half-dead, even if it is for Bai Ni to pay the price of his own life, he will not hesitate to do so.
As far as love is concerned, everything can no longer be judged by ordinary people's common sense or not worth.
"Yao Yao, I finally revenge for you..." Bai Nitou, who fell to the ground, had a satisfied smile on his face and closed his eyes.
At this moment, he seems to see Yao Yao beckoning to him, she is still so bright and heroic, so let her heart happy...
I feel that there is no fluctuation in the soul of Bai Ni, and Ling Xiao can not help but sigh deeply: "I hope that you two will be together in the afterlife..."
Ling Xiao knows that Yao Wei loves himself and wants to bury Yao Yao and Bai Ni. He can't do this.
Even if he understands, this is the last wish of Bai Ni.
He wants to respect the will of Bai Ni, but he also has to respect the meaning of Yao.
If Yao Yao is willing, Ling Xiao will naturally refuse, but Ling Xiao understands that Yao Wei will not agree to bury her and Bai Ni together.
Of course, if Ling Xiao is dead, Yao Wei will not mind sharing a place with Ling Xiao.
Put away the thoughts in my heart, Ling Xiao turned his attention to the last battle.
This battle is the only battle of the Demon Tower in the ten battles. The newly appointed priest Wu Wanshan controls the millions of gold armor warriors who cursed witchcraft, and will be led by Ling Shiyu. The army was defeated by the army.
Originally, Ling Shiyu thought that Wu Wanshan's cursed witchcraft could only last for one hour. It turns out that Wu Wanshan's curse has surpassed Ling Shiyu's imagination.
After a time, those soldiers were still fierce and fierce, and they forced the troops of Ling Shiyu to retreat.
Three days after the war, Ling Shiyu’s troops have been completely destroyed, and Wu Wanshan’s team still has more than 200,000 soldiers.
Although there is protection from black cockroaches, the pretty face of Ling Shiyu is still white.
Everyone knows that this is not the fault caused by Ling Shiyu's leadership incompetence, but she still feels that this is her own fault.
Looking at the corpse in front of my eyes, Ling Shiyu's heart is gray: "I am incapable... I let Ling Xiao disappointed, but also killed so many Alliance fighters..."
In order to make up for his "mistakes", Ling Shiyu suddenly raised his head and said to Wu Wanshan loudly: "Wu Wanshan, I want to challenge you."
"Poetry rain, are you crazy?" Ling Xiao heard the words of Ling Shiyu and was shocked on the spot.
Although Ling Shiyu has now reached the equivalent of the seven-green level, she can be compared to Wu Wanshan, she is a real little witch.
"Haha, Shantou, you are very brave." Wu Wanshan laughed loudly: "I really want to accept you as a disciple, how, and promise me this request, I will end this battle immediately, how."
Ling Shiyu gnashed his teeth and waved a small fist: "Even if this battle is over, I will challenge you. I am dazzling the mainland, Xihecheng Lingshiyu, in the name of the individual, officially challenged Wu Wanshan, you can dare to fight."
Wu Wanshan was stunned and laughed by Ling Shiyu. He said, "Small girl, you really have to compare it. Ok, I am so a curse here to let you lift it. You unlock it. Even if you win, I will do it myself."
Ling Shiyu did not ask how she would lose. Since the other party did not say, she naturally did not ask: "What curse, you try to show it."
"Okay." Wu Wanshan waved the wand in his hand, and a black "sworn" word was drawn along with the wand in his hand.
"This is the curse of the vows. In this swearer, as long as the descendants of their children swear, whether they obey the oath, they will suffer the retribution of the oath." Wu Wanshan explained very seriously, like a serious master. .
"Normally, the cursed person is unaware, so I don't know that I have cursed and swear by retribution." Wu Wanshan said with a smile: "Now, this curse is on me, if you are I lifted it, even if you win."
After all, Wu Wanshan actually took this black "sworn" word and grabbed it.
"What is he doing?" All the people who saw the scene were shocked, and Wu Wanshan was full of food.
Obviously, I have already secured the ticket, and I have to play with Ling Shiyu.
The black "sworn" word touched the heart of Wu Wanshan's chest and quickly merged into the body, disappearing without a trace.
"Hey, little girl, if you can solve this spell, you will win." Wu Wanshan smiled and didn't feel that it was a very boring thing to curse himself.
"Well, I will try." Ling Shiyu volleyed in the air, wearing a black cloak's black squat tightly next to Ling Shiyu, doing enough for the bodyguard.
With him around, it is more difficult for Wu Wanshan to move his hands and feet.
Unexpectedly, Wu Wanshan actually locked up the soul of his own body, without any soul fluctuations.
In other words, if the black scorpion wants to kill Wu Wanshan now, it is a very easy thing.
"What the is this guy doing?" Even Ling Xiao couldn't think of what it was all about, and had to wait and see.
You know, if Wu Wanshan is not dead, everyone has to be trapped in the battle. I don’t know what year and month to come out.
Ling Shiyu did not understand fear, and directly applied his own spiritual power to Wu Wanshan, and used his spiritual power to test the signs of cursing in Wu Wanshan.
Ling Shiyu just applied the mental power to Wu Wanshan. Her mind immediately revealed the curse of countless days of the soul of the world. Some of these curses have been mastered by Ling Shiyu, and some of them have never heard of Ling Shiyu. It can be described as all-encompassing.
Ling Shiyu was amazed. At this time, she heard the voice of Wu Wanshan directly in her mind: "Hey, I have left the inheritance of the Mantra door. From today, you are the palm of the Mantra. The door, I have rebuilt the Mantra Gate, the disciples are cultivating, I hope that you can continue to train them, the light and the curse."
Ling Shiyu is full of confusion: "Why, I am not a relative to you, why should I choose to be your disciple?"
"You are the grandmother and daughter of the old magical annihilation. This time I helped Ling Xiao and left the Wan Mang door to you. It was because I repaid his kindness to save me."
The sound of Wu Wanshan came to Ling Shiyu’s mind wave by wave:
Everyone thought that I was ungrateful and joined the tower of the gods and devils. In fact, I am waiting for this opportunity to pass on the inheritance of Wan Man’s door. I can be careless."
"I hope you can admit in the future, you are my disciple of Wu Wanshan..." Wu Wanshan's voice is getting weaker and weaker. Until the end, his body can no longer sense any fluctuations in soul power.
Huh, Wu Wanshan suddenly died, and his body fell straight from above the sky.
"Ah, what happened." Looking at the body of Wu Wanshan fell to the ground, all the people watching the game could not help but one of them: Is it that Ling Shiyu killed him.
No one knows why, except for Ling Shiyu.
Looking at her own old man who wants to accept herself as a disciple, Ling Shiyu’s heart is not so sad, but she solemnly bowed to Wu Wanshan’s body and said:
Master, let’s go.

With the death of Wu Wanshan, the control of the remaining 200,000 Golden Armor soldiers was moved to Ling Shiyu.
Ling Shiyu can clearly feel that as long as he moves his mind, the more than 200,000 gold armor warriors will instantly vanish.