Chapter 635: Human heart

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Chapter 635: Human Heart
The burial witch master noticed Qin Ming's face, and his nose was cold, and you were still too tender.
Qin Ming's face was ugly, and it can be basically determined that the owner of the buried flower witch has no spiritual power, otherwise it is impossible to move out of fame to intimidate. However, she reported her name, and Yuna might not be on his side anymore.
"You ... the funeral witch master?" Yuna asked tentatively. The deterrent power of the Witch Temple in this area is too strong and terrible. Even though it was severely damaged in the several battles against the Temple of Heaven, the Witch Temple is still the Witch Temple. The fierce power established over the past millennium has enveloped every inland force On the head, people like Yuna can be said to have awe and shadow over the temple since childhood. They usually don't even see ghosts, let alone the supreme witch master.
But how did the funeral witch master appear here?
She was seriously injured at the Tuocangshan battlefield in the ancient sea, and she should be healed in the temple.
The funeral witch asked, "Do you know who the people around you are?"
Yuna, they all look at Qin Ming, who is it? Lu Yao.
Facing the eyes of the burial witch master, Qin Ming suddenly sneered and killed the blood pool.
"What are you doing?" Yuna exclaimed, crazy? No matter whether it is the burial witch master or not, it is not something we can provoke, and if it angers her, we will die terribly.
Qin Ming stepped wildly, killing like a tide, stepping on the corpse of the ground, soaring into the sky. The right hand and arm were covered with blue tendons, and surging force poured into the ancient sword of Dayan, the sword body was trembling, the ancient meaning was permeated, and the forest cold sword buzzed the stone hole, like the sleeping ancient ancestors suddenly opened their eyes and broke out A bright, bright light illuminates the space, and the shining Yuna cannot open their eyes.
"Very bloody!"
There was a voice in Qin Ming's heart roaring, vibrating the ancient sword, and angrily burying the flower witch master.
"Hehe ... you have no chance ..." The main owner of the funeral witch remained motionless, letting the ancient sword carry the mighty power to his heart.
Qin Ming's physical body can't give out 100,000 strength. The
Yanjun Storm
of Dayan's ancient sword is definitely okay. This blow is equivalent to focusing his whole body's strength on a sharp point, which can explode with extreme strength and can explode the mountains.
Huh! !! Bang!
The sword tip of the Dayan ancient sword confronted the blood suit on the chest of the buried flower witch's chest. There was a muffled sound, a roar, and the blood suit burst into an astonishing divine power, like a wolf-headed blood bat with a bald head. Ancient sword impacted Qin Ming.
Qin Ming snorted, and Dayan's ancient sword was strongly shaken. He almost came out, implicated him and flew out. After landing, he twitched and almost lost his right arm. He trembled to prop up his body and looked at the blood pool in front of him inconceivably? How is it possible that she obviously has no spiritual power fluctuations, is it the blood suit? Is that why she is hiding here?
"I didn't go to see you. I'm here to make blood cloaks. The blood cloaks have already been made, and you're late." However, her slender and beautiful body was forcibly tightened, and her chest was sorely painful. Not only did her bones crack, her heart was almost shattered by that sword. Sure enough, the blood cloak hasn't finished yet, it's too far away.
Qin Ming's arm's golden blood accelerated to ease the feeling of soreness. Can the blood cloak protect me from a full blow? Wouldn't there be no more chances!
"Lu Yao, are you all right?" Gao Sen came to help Qin Ming.
"Lu Yao? The name is good, but it is a fake." Her spiritual power was suppressed, and she could neither take Xuedan nor suffocate her blood, but could only endure it.
fake? Yuna, they all looked at Qin Ming and looked at the buried flower witch master, confused. Who is true, who is false, what is true, and what is false.
"He, Qin, Mingming. Temple of Heaven, King of Undead, Qin Ming!"
"Qin Ming?" They exclaimed, eyes widened. The name of the undead king Qin Ming has been very popular among hunters recently, such as Lei Guaner, not only because he towed out the Long Live Mountain on a blackbird battleship, swept the Tuocang Mountain battlefield, it is called a legend, but also because he was super High bounty price, five thousand black gold coins! That is five million gold coins! Takeaway Holy Martial Arts. For all hunter teams, this reward is enough to make them lose their minds and trade their lives.
However, Qin Ming is not like this. Qin Ming's portraits are everywhere on all islands, and many merchant ships and warships are covered with it.
"Looking at the blood coming out of his mouth, isn't it obvious." The burial master's voice was indifferent and calm, could not hear any emotion, and echoed continuously in the cave.
"Golden blood! He is Qin Ming!" Yuna recognized, but it was incredible. I actually spent five days with the legendary undead king Qin Ming? He still worked for me?
Qin Ming! A legend! How could they stand in front of us like this? The other physical martial arts were very surprised. No wonder I always felt that 'Lu Yao' had a special temperament, very different from their hunters.
"I paid each of you a thousand black gold coins, and went together to kill her." Qin Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
One thousand black gold coins? Their hearts were hot again, and they turned to the burial witch master.
"He can't kill, you can do it? Stop dreaming, you can't afford to kill the witch master of the witch temple. There is no airtight wall in the world, in case one day said that it leaked and passed it out, think What will the temple do with you. "
Yuna, they hesitated to kill the witch temple master? They felt tremor when they remembered, without the courage at all.
The buried flower witch master reiterated, "You're called Yuna, right? Hold Qin Ming for me, and live. After leaving the forbidden island, I will accept you as a disciple."
"Ah?" Yuna covered her mouth in surprise. What an honor this was, and at this moment she felt the blood in her body warm.
Everyone looked at Yuna with envy, from the hunter to the disciple of the witch temple master? It's just a step up!
Looking at the entire inland sea, it is a status symbol, and even the owners of those islands have to be polite. For these hunters, they can hardly imagine it.
Qin Ming's secret way is not good, but there is no way. The influence of the witch temple is too great. In the face of the temptation of the disciples, all the treasures are like dung, which is completely worthless.
The Lord of the Witch Temple continues to stimulate Yuna: "The Witch Temple has recently been damaged and urgently needs talents. Your realm should be above the sixth heaven, as a casual repair, breaking through the barriers of the sixth heaven of the earth, enough to show your talent. . My daughter, but she can lead a team of more than ten people, and she has a good ability. If you want, you can worship me. "
Yuna could not resist the temptation at all, her breathing was rapid, and the of her chest were undulating, almost squeezed out of the thin coat. Unfortunately, no one came to appreciate her beauty, looked at her enviously and was waiting for her decision. Lu Yao did not explain from beginning to end, he should be Qin Ming undoubtedly, and the person in the blood pit can basically be identified as the burial witch master.
They dare not challenge the Lord of the Witch Palace, and Qin Ming has been shaken back. How can we do that?
They were looking forward to Yuna's promise. If Yuna really became a disciple of the burial witch lord and entered the temple, she would always need some henchmen and assistants. They are natural candidates.
As for their relationship with Qin Ming these days, they didn't think about it.
Only Gossen scratched his head: "We are ... not so good."