Chapter 1916: See you

"Give me all your strength! Get the strongest power, this is the fate of my benevolence!"
On the dynasty clock, not only the golden light shines, but also the magic pattern flutters.
Bei Jinghong’s skin does not know when he is dissatisfied with the black pattern, and Li Yun’s running magic is generally the same.
"Childish!"
The magic Pu said with a smile, "Things that you can't get for 100,000 years will never be available."
Five fingers and one grip on one arm, and the sturdy weapons are solidified.
The power of terror spread out from the weapon, and there was a magic ring that appeared to be hundreds of feet.
"Dangdang!"
Under the impact of the mighty power, the dynasty clock constantly vibrated.
The devil's wrist trembled, and Ah Han's bone knife swayed out the shadow of the road, smashing in the direction of the big clock!
"Boom!"
A gully was pulled out of the sky, and the entire thirty-three days of the array were shaken.
"boom!"
The dark knife slammed on the bell and immediately annihilated the golden light.
The dynasty clock violently swirled, and the inscription on the clock flashed one by one.
Bei Jinghong’s face is gloomy and dripping with water. His eyes are full of madness. He completely loses his senses and moves directly down. Jin Hao slams on the clock!
"when!"
A piece of golden light spread out, and the knife was slightly resisted.
"Oh?"
The magic eyelids jumped a bit, the corners of the mouth raised, and a sneer, said: "Useless!"
The wrist was forced to press down, and the sound of the mysterious instrument was issued on the sacral knives. It was like returning to the ancient times and opening the sky.
"Hey!"
The golden light on the dynasty clock was instantly broken, and the knife was smashed on the clock, and it exploded!
The mysterious weapon is destroyed, the power of the horrible magic knife is not reduced, and the impact is on!
Bei Jing Hong Da, the madness in the eyes is like being poured cold water, and instantly wake up, hurriedly sweeping the golden plaque and blocking it in front of you!
"Boom!"
The gold slammed a bit, and suddenly collapsed, the whole person was swallowed up by the magic light!
A knife with a bone knife smashed the Beijing Hong, and broke into the array of thirty-three days, a magical gas, causing the sky to tremble.
"Oh, let me go, let me kill the shame of a battle for 100,000 years, and then consider killing you or turning you into hard work."
The magic Pu said with a smile, the five fingers holding the knife loosened and changed back to the seal.
A sacred bone knife was suspended on the print and became sinister again.
The gully that was cut out by the knife, hundreds of feet away, suddenly appeared in the void in the sky, the face is extremely pale, violently vomiting blood, the blood is actually golden!
"Impossible, if you can use six magic soldiers, why wait until today!"
The smell of Bei Jinghong fell sharply, like losing his whole body blood, becoming thin and thin, wrinkled skin stuck to the bones, and the cheekbones sag.
Magic Pu said sarcastically: "Have you forgotten what I said? Thank you for bringing Li Yunxiao, how do you tell him how to make true magic?"
Bei Jinghong trembled, his eyes were terrified, and he lost his voice: "Don't you..."
"Oh, it’s the avatar of the emperor!"
The magical one laughed loudly and said: "Haha, I don't think I can get back some of the magic yuan after 100,000 years!"
At that time, the Emperor of the Devil was divided into two because of the thought of righteousness and evilness. Now the two thoughts are once again united, and there is no evil, just the purest power!
"Under the thirty-three days of enchantment, I really can't sense the existence of six magic soldiers. But the emperor's body in Li Yunxuan is able to feel the magic soldiers at will. After I get this part of the magic yuan, I can not only be free. Drive the magic soldiers, and the long-lost power has returned a lot. The king of the Western Regions, is it desperate?"
The magic mad laughed, the three sides of the law were mocking, looking at Bei Jinghong coldly, as if watching the decaying past in the years.
"Hey!"
Bei Jinghong was hit hard and spurted out another blood. It seemed to return to the light, his face became red, and his skinny body began to linger.
On the peak of the sky, the six-color ray is like a cloud change. Li Yunqi suddenly appears to get up. It seems like a cloud, and the face is staring at the magic, and the cold voice: "Get it? Can you take my magic yuan away?"
"Alright?"
The magic Pu opened his mouth and couldn't help but laughed and said: "Ha ha ha, smile and hurt my stomach." His smile gradually condensed, coldly mocking: "Your sister?"
Li Yunyan’s eyes shot cold, and the irons of the double fists were tight.
Magic Pu said: "You don't have to look at me like this. Now it's just a return to the original owner. Your boy is good. When I kill the spirit, I can make you a servant and lead all slaves."
Li Yunqi hugged his hands on his chest and said coldly: "When you really kill the squad, let me know, be careful, I will put a cold arrow on the side."
Mopu sneered and laughed: "You who lost the magic yuan can not completely control the monument of the gods. In my opinion, it is better than Bei Jinghong. You don't have much. Since you don't want to be a servant, it's all right. I originally wanted you to present the sword in your hand. Now it seems that I have to take it myself."
Li Yunxiao snorted and was too lazy to care for him.
Although he lost a lot of magic elements, he was not too annoyed. This may be the only chance to defeat the spiritual rushing out of the seal.
As for the lost magic yuan, you can always find a chance to grab it back. Even if you can't win it, you can make up for it in the place of Gu Mojing or Tiandang Mountain.
Now that Bei Jinghong is seriously injured, he has not threatened him. Then he rubbed his hands and took the peak of the peak. He returned to the side of Beizhennan and others, but found that he lost the figure of the flute.
Li Yunxiao was slightly shocked in his heart and hurriedly looked up. He saw the figure of the singer flute after the appearance of Bei Jinghong, quietly.
Bei Jinghong sneered aloud and said: "Even if you fall into the stone, don't dare to face me, but send a sneak attack? I am, is this person still destined to be in the body?
He had already discovered the trace of the singer, and he smiled and turned and took a shot!
Even the gods of steel shovel, not too much in mind.
As he turned his head, he suddenly trembled, his pupil like a brass bell, and saw a silver whip hit down, bringing out several afterimages and some runes.
"Hey! Rebel!"
He recognized the mysterious device, and suddenly he was so scared that he shouted and shouted: "How is it possible?!"
But I don’t have time to think about it. I have already dodged it, but I suddenly turned my hand into a fist and poured all my strength into the boxing!
"Boom!"
That boxing was on the whip of the soul, and it hit countless silver light. The soul whip was shaken out and the fist slammed into the flute. The body of God's steel was stepped back by the shock, and the chest was a punch.
"Hey!"
Although the whistle of the singer was repelled, it seems that the person who was injured is Bei Jinghong. His face is full of horror and screams: "Reverse soul whip, it is really a whip! You, you are not a sly!!"
That whipping in his hand directly hurt the soul.
At this moment, there are silver characters flashing on the bones of the boxing. I only feel a little embarrassed, and the ruddy complexion suddenly becomes pale.
Bei Jinghong’s head was cold and sweaty, and he trembled:
You, you, yes, who?

When he heard the flute, he waved back and put it in his hand. He finally said, "You have guessed it, but you don't believe it."
"Hey!"
Bei Jinghong took a cold breath and was scared to step back and lost his voice: "Impossible, how could you still be alive!"
Listening to the flute and saying: "You can live, why can't I?"
Bei Jinghong calmed himself down a little and said: "You are not suppressing Hongshi, let the Xuanwu Star Palace flow into the void, are you eating?"
Listening to the flute: "I am a man of words? I will not tell you about the process. Now I only ask you, where is the monument of the monument?"
Bei Jinghong’s face suddenly changed, and then he turned around. Haha laughed and said:
Have you heard the flute, you have no flesh, boarding on the body, and want to fight the idea of ​​the monument?

Hearing the flute does not care about his ridicule. He said: "If you know that I have lost my body, there is no possibility of refining the gods and gods. How can it be evil?"
Bei Jinghong is cold and cold: "Where is that monument, why are you doing it with you? Are you trying to help the kid?"
Listening to the flute: "The of the gods will choose the Lord. Since it chose Li Yunqi, I naturally want to help him. As for you, the obsession is too heavy, it is impossible to refine the monument."
"shut up!"
Bei Jinghong yelled: "Why can't I? Why?? I can't compare with such a stinky boy? Why can't I get the monument to the gods! Listening to the flute, we worked together in the same year~www.mtlnovel. Com~ Can you help me? As long as I get the monument, I will definitely find a way to reshape the flesh!"
He looked at the color of eagerness and looked forward to it.
After listening to the whistle, he raised the evil spirit whip and strode over and said: "Since you are obsessed with it, I can only kill your soul and search for it yourself."
Bei Jinghong’s body trembled as if he could not believe it.
You, you want to search my soul?!

The rebellious whip rises up in silver, and the volley is the best answer to the whistle.
"Boom!"
Bei Jinghong did not dare to resist, rushed to retreat, and gnashed his teeth: "Why? You want to search my soul for vicious!"
He was not eager to hear the whistle, but continued to walk toward Bei Jing.
The other party has been seriously injured and it is difficult to turn over. The longer it is dragged on, the better it will be for him.
"Because you are already a cancer of this era, what to use." The singer is still the cold expression, said lightly.
"Tumor? Haha, you said that I am a cancer! If there was no me in the past, can you kill the Lord? This world may have been destroyed!"
Bei Jinghong squatted, his eyes full of grievances.
Hearing the flute nodded: "You really have a lot of power. But even 100,000 years ago, you are not a good class, but the battle of the demon is too broad, everyone is responsible, you contribute to the world and contribute to yourself. What I never expected was that you sneaked into the seal and wanted to win the power of the demon. Fortunately, it failed to succeed. I now think about it and shudder."