Chapter 682: Muni’s Feast (Part 2)

Muni, who had been attacking wildly and fiercely, suddenly stood still, and then cast a stern look on Qian Wu.
Yang Xi had a rare opportunity to take a breath. He glanced at his left arm, which was glowing with crimson light. There were already cracks on it, like a fragile porcelain bottle that was cracked, and it was about to fall apart in the next second.
Yang Xi couldn't help but smiled bitterly: "If you don't move faster, I really have to confess my life."
It took a long time for Mou Ni to suppress his inner mania. He walked to Qian Wu and leaned down with his back to him: "Come on, I'll carry you."
Qian Wu was still hesitating, but found that Mou Ni was turning his head and staring at him, the cold and cruel smell in his eyes that was gushing out. Had to do it.
Mou Ni is tall and sturdy. He stood upright, and his body was coated with a layer of colorful colors for no apparent reason, and even wrapped him and Qian Wu together, making Mou Ni's long ears and thick lips look a little more solemn and precious.
"Close your eyes and hold on."
After Mou Ni said, his whole body rose into the air. This time he made a shot, he vowed to eat Yang Yan's bones into his stomach before he was reconciled!
It was still swooping, it was still biting, and the point of his mouth remained unchanged. Yang Yan held his breath, and his scarlet fist slammed into Mou Ni's face fiercely, only to hear the clatter of gold and iron, Yang Yan The left arm of Yang couldn’t bear it anymore. It began to split from the back of the colorful fist that touched Muni’s body. The scarlet fragments splashed everywhere, followed by the forearm, and then to the shoulder. Finally, the left half of Yang Yan exploded. Open, the inside is empty, and the aftermath of the fight between gold and iron is endless.
Zheng~~~~~~~
Regardless of it, Mou Ni opened his mouth and bit a fist-sized black hole in Yang Xi's head. He chewed, his cheeks pulsing up and down made a crunching sound, and he made two mouthfuls. Most of Yang Xi's body disappeared in his mouth. Inside, only one pair of feet remained standing.
Mou Ni was obviously eating well, his face flushed with excitement, his tongue and teeth turned out, and his saliva splashed. It was completely inconsistent with his colorful majestic method. There was a kind of disordered magical tension.
After a long time, the clank of gold and iron struggling lingered, not only did it not become low, but it became more and more uplifting, as if it was going straight into people's brains, and Mou Ni realized that it was wrong.
He lowered his head, most of Yang Yan's feet were submerged under the sea, and the inside was empty and pitch black. Together with the sea breeze, he blew up large black dust, which was shining in the moonlight.
Mou Ni covered his mouth and suppressed the desire to vomit, but there was still a little black dust escaping along his fingers, little by little, really beautiful. He stared at the black dust he was vomiting, unable to believe that there was something indigestible for him in this world.
The breath of the candle dragon: a large thousand Yan floats to a turbid thing, a grain of breath dust can turbid the world's 36,000 gods.
Remarks: The of Zhongshan, the name is candle yin, regarded as day, gazing at night, blowing for winter, calling for summer, no drinking, no eating, endless, breath as wind. Thousands of miles long. In the East of Nothing. It is a thing, a human face, a snake body, and a red color. It lives under the Zhongshan Mountain.
vomit
Mou Ni bent down and retched several times. The bean-sized beads of sweat covered his forehead, and even Qian Wu on his back could feel Mou Ni's body trembling.
It's now!
Tapir and Ren Ni charged up almost at the same time. One person grabbed Yang Xi's only remaining foot, turned and fled in two different directions!
But the tapir had just turned around, and his eyes suddenly became dark, and his body fell into the high tide of the sea, and the blood gushing from his neck instantly polluted the sea.
Mou Ni's mouth was still stuck with saliva. He grabbed Ren Ni's neck with one hand, and stayed still no matter how much he resisted, while the other hand held the tapir's head, breathing continuously.
The water washed over the tapir's corpse. Despite the loss of its head, the corpse still convulsed and tried to stand up, but it was stepped on by Muni's back and couldn't move.
Mou Ni stared at Ren Ni coldly, and lifted the tapir's head to his mouth to bite a large piece. With Muni eating, the tapir's body stopped moving.
After eating all the tapirs, Muni's complexion had improved a lot, as if he had recovered from the influence of the Dragon's Breath.
The night sky with sparse moon and stars did not know when it would be occupied by dark clouds again, and the blackness seemed to collapse at any time.
"Where are the rest? Tell me, I can make your death more comfortable."
Ren Ni's hands and feet were cold. Because of his special talent, he received an invitation from Three Eyes Global in just half a year after he entered Yan Fu. This kind of atmosphere like a flesh-and-blood mill is really unfamiliar to him.
Seeing that he was silent, Mu Ni licked the corner of his mouth, put his hand on Ren Ni's shoulder, and only twisted slightly. The bones and flesh of Rennie's shoulders were torn apart. Qian Wu kept clenching his teeth on his back and couldn't bear it anymore. Just as he was about to speak, a little bit of light from the col shook his eyes, and his heart moved and swallowed the words that reached his mouth into his stomach.
Ren Ni suddenly lost his arm and couldn't bear the pain. Mou Ni squinted his eyes and disliked his noise. He was hesitant to eat from his head. A chill came from the top of his head. He didn't even want to raise his hand. Ni went to evasive, but this sudden slash was ignored, and Ni's right shoulder and half of Muni's left arm were cut obliquely at the same time!
Ah ah ah ah ah~
Mou Ni was painful and angry. Through the splashing blood, he could see Li Yan's face with open eyes.
At the same time, a white stone square rose suddenly in the mountain col on the opposite side of the moon from the wind tower. On the stage, you can see countless long-eared villains working hard. Not long after, the square is covered with red glaze on one side and covered with a circle. Ye Shiru stands in the middle of the altar. In front of him is a table of yellow cloth. The cloth is embroidered with golden crows. Houyi shoots the sun and Kuafu chases the sun. A purple compass spread out under Ye Shiru's feet, and the purple qi of the canopy that rushed into the night was beyond words.
On the other side, the high spot lights of the wind power tower were all turned on, Zhao Xin held the Taixu compass, and the blazing lights converged on the compass in his palm.
Qihui of the sun and the moon.
Mu Ni sensed something was wrong, and regardless of Li Yan's entanglement, he stretched out his hand in Zhaoxin's direction and held it with five fingers.
Li Yan didn't even think about it, and threw a black shadow at Muni. It was a small brown-gray dog, flailing and dancing in the air towards Muni. It was Li Yan bought before entering Daming to find Danniang. Traces, but have not been used, had to press the Torino fine dog at the bottom of the box.
Muni only glanced at the small dog, who was supposed to be an insignificant beast, but his face changed drastically, and even subconsciously folded his hands in front of him, the five-finger power of the virtual grip was also out of shape, and saw Zhaoxin's standing on the hill. It was the sand pile that was smashed silently as if it was squeezed hard, and the hot air wave swept across Zhaoxin's face, Zhaoxin's wrist turned, and the Taixu Luojingyi in his hand enveloped Mu Ni and the others.
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The square table was covered, and the long-eared little people lined up in a square queue, stepping into an opened black makeup box one by one, until the last little man jumped into the box and Wandie ran over to cover the box. She stretched her neck and looked towards the seaside pier, but there was nothing on the pier except for a few scrapped motorboats. Even the corpse of the tapir disappeared, leaving only the sound of waves hitting the shore.