Vol 3 Chapter 2376: Abnormal situation

Lin Feng’s infatuation and infatuation made Xiao Chen associate with his own love and hurt, and for a time he was helpless.
It is easy to say that others are easy to see.
Xiao Chen shook his head, not to take care of this idle thing, long nights, and some time unintentional.
In the storage ring, turned over and over, Xiao Chen found the red blood king who had left the beggar.
This is a medium-sized soul device. Xiao Chen once planned to give it to his own teacher, and let him make a sentimental token for Linglong.
I remember that many years ago, Xiaoshi and Linglong had a five-year contract.
It’s been a full year, and it’s been a decade since I’ve been full.
I don't know, the little teacher went to the appointment, and now how is it.
All are love, they are helpless.
Some of the emotions can't be vented, and Xiao Chen arbitrarily fiddles with his cockroaches. His knife and the sound of the scabbard can match the most beautiful music in the world.
Xiao Chen is not good at temperament, has a peerless instrument, and can't play a complete tunes.
Only in this endless night, you can play a variety of seemingly irrelevant tones, hehe.
Can be in the hands of the cockroach, but it is the middle of the soul device, even if Xiao Chen does not pass the temperament. He himself is connected with his mind, and the tune played is all he wants and remembers in his heart, and he is unexpectedly good.
Like the clear spring in the mountains, the water and the whistles, the spirit is pleasing to the ear, there is a trace of sadness, there is a hint of helplessness.
There is also a touch of thoughts, condensed at the fingertips, turned into unvoiced sounds, empty valleys, and entangled.
The end of the long blood battlefield, the endless night.
Two big men, one in a funny fiddle, the action is sturdy and indecent, a more funny face in the mirror trying to squeeze out the smile, wanting to make the broken mirror round, not bleeding.
Suddenly, the voice stopped abruptly, and Xiao Chen’s brow was picking up. There seemed to be a sharp edge between the eyebrows, illuminating the night.
Lin Feng collected the mirror box, his face was covered with chill, and his look was cold.
"One person?"
Xiao Chen said to Lin Feng, Lin Feng nodded slightly.
Hey!
The two of them each turned into a streamer, and if they were stunned, they would each reach 100,000 miles.
The two gods who had just chased after the voices had not reacted, and they were shocked by the sudden appearance of Xiao Chen and Lin Feng.
Quick speed, Xiao Chen and Lin Feng's state, can not stand a long battle.
Xiao Chen’s opponent is a Raksha Guardian, repaired to condense a god. The appearance of a middle-aged man has white bones protruding from the left and right shoulders.
"Xiao Chen, you are the head of the Raksha, but the value of the next soul."
Middle-aged Rakshasa, looking at the corner of Xiao Chen's mouth cracked a smile, a flash of greedy look in his eyes.
In the morning, Xiao Chen, who first entered the underworld, smashed the avatar of Rakshasa.
Almost sensationalized the entire first underworld, in the first underworld, Rakshasa, is equivalent to the existence of the supreme god, with supreme prestige.
Its avatar, actually was annihilated by Xiao Chen, who was less than the king of the time, and the vibration caused can be imagined.
Xiao Chen whispered: "Is there such a value? However, I am afraid that you do not have this ability to take."
"Oh, is it?"
The middle-aged Rakshasa sneered aloud, holding the left shoulder bone spur in the right hand, pulling it out with force, and a white bone sword was pulled out of the body.
The swordsmanship of the bones is connected with the mind, and the flesh and blood are connected.
Taking the bone as the sword and the body as the sheath, the stronger the body, the stronger the sword, and the martial arts skills of the Raksha family are rather weird.
If Xiao Chen thinks thoughtfully, the kendo of the Rakshasa family seems to have some similarities with his own knives.
However, the other side is more extreme, directly refining the shoulder bone into a sword, feeding with its own flesh and blood.
Lifelong cultivation, the domain, the practice, the martial arts, and even the gods are in this bone sword.
"Received!"
Middle-aged Rakshasa, a sword stabbed, the land of this sword, let the whole world tremble.
Rumble!
The sword is like a wild beast, Benxi arrives, and now the mountains and the earth are easily crushed and unstoppable.
"Interesting, unfortunately... I don't have time to ask for advice."
Xiao Chen’s eyes brightened and he was very interested in the kendo of the Rakshasa family. If you have time, you can have a good way to ask for advice, but it is obviously out of place.
"Maya breaks the ring, the Buddha is in the world!"
In the face of the sacred vision that this sword has evolved, Xiao Chen refused to go out in a more violent way.
A statue of the Buddha who is the only one who kills the Buddha is in the world, and the Buddha is tall and proud. He is proud of the world, and his face is cold and frosty. He is ruthless and has no desire.
I am compassionate!
Hey!
Killing the Buddha and the palm of the hand, the offensive of the middle-aged Rakshasa, instantly collapsed. Just to have some action, I saw Xiao Chen screaming, the three-way domain, blessed by the gods, ice, thunder, knife, one heavy reopening, and the next layer.
"Three kinds of domain? Thunder road, four?"
Suddenly a huge pressure was used to make the middle-aged Rakshasa look dignified in the moment, and the bone sword in the hand flew out.
A smear of the sword light, turned into black light, even in the blink of an eye, poke the road of Xiao Chen to thousands of caves.
Good sharp sword!
Xiao Chen naturally will not let him continue to do so, and it will be a drop of rain to reveal his hand.
What is a demon? Dripping water is breaking through the sky!
The demon knife inherits the second style, a drop of rain dew, and instantly hits the Rakshasa emperor.
With a bang, I saw the endless knives, his body flesh and blood clothes armor, falling apart, leaving only one skeleton.
"Give me out!"
Xiao Chen is unsuccessful, carrying the power of the three-way domain, and is also a Moye Broken Knife, into the hell.
The knife is turned into a dragon, and it becomes a dying dragon that roars out of hell. It slams into the skeleton.
Rub and rub!
The skeleton suddenly cut off, a touch of white light, wrapped in a broken bone sword, crazy far away.
Xiao Chen received the knife and returned to the sheath, and did not chase, the emperor's situation, it is very difficult to really kill each other.
Thinking like this, I saw the scream of tearing the lungs on the other side, but it was another god.
Hard to be born by the forest wind, to the death zone, the whole machine will be eroded and unable to die.
Xiao Chen slightly screamed, adding a sentence in his heart, of course, facing the madman who mastered the death zone, even the emperor is still less irritating.
Hey!
Solve the opponent separately, the two vacated, fell on the back of the bloody, and hurriedly flying in the dark.
For the rest of the day, both of them spent their time in the pursuit of the Guardian of the Gods. For the Emperor, the battlefield of the last blood was not too broad, and it was impossible to break out.
Almost every day and night, I will fight with the chase, and I will not be in love.
Once you are dragged, waiting for the two is the siege of the gods, and it is bound to die.
Being in someone else’s territory is so miserable.
If in the central world, with the power of the Tianmeng, why is it so embarrassing?
It is a pity that the ninth underworld is the base camp of the Temple of the Gods. It is extremely difficult to get rid of it by the gods.
Xiao Chen is okay, he can actually use the Yushen monument to return to the Qinglong homeland and get rid of the killing.
Well, once you do this, you must lose the wind.
After thinking about it, it is not necessary to use the Yushen monument.
However, it is not. It is all bad news. After half a month has passed, both injuries have recovered by 80%.
It’s not yet at the peak, but it’s not too far apart. As long as it’s not surrounded by more than ten people, there’s basically no danger of being dragged.
"The touch of death!"
"Maya is breaking the ring, in the world!"
When Xiao Chen and Lin Feng, once again retreating to hunt down the gods, there was a strange color in their faces.
"Xiao Chen, have you discovered that except for the beginning of these meditations, they are doing their best. There seems to be some changes in the back. These gods are only trying to trap us in the battlefield of the last blood, not rushing to kill."
Lin Feng looked at Xiao Chen and said the doubts in his heart.
Xiao Chen nodded slightly, but he did not understand the truth. Both of them could feel it. In the first seven days, the gods of the gods were almost in the same shape, and the two chasing them did not have a suffocating time.
A scene that is necessary to kill Xiao Chen and Lin Feng is not dead.
I don't know what happened, and suddenly I feel that the pursuit of the gods is greatly reduced. Just chasing and not fighting, it seems that I just want to drag the two in this blood battlefield, and then solve the other things and then kill Xiao Chen and Lin Feng.
"You said, is it possible that the goal of this meditation is not us, not even the body of the ancient demon? You think, if they care about the body of the ancient demon, why didn't they take the shot? Show up."
When Xiao Chen’s heart moved, the more he wanted to be more likely, he continued:
It must be like this. At that time, I saw Li Wei, saying that someone had betrayed him. Now think about it, it must be this group of gods, and make an appointment with him. It did not appear."
Lin Feng said: "There are very few things to do with these things, and they are generally dispatched. They are aimed at the righteous warriors and the righteous superpowers."
If Xiao Chen thinks thoughtfully, the right way is the sect of the sacred son who smells the feathers.
Is it possible that the purpose of this group of people is not the body of the Van Gogh? Think about it, a group of righteous forces, there is not much desire for the body of the demon, it is likely to just take advantage of the trend.
"Hahaha, I am both confused. We guess what to do, we just need to know that the main goal of this group of Guardian is not just me."
In the eyes of Xiao Chen, the light flashed, and whispered softly: "If this is the case, we will not leave. Let's take this opportunity to regain our strength and restore our strength to the peak. If I am the refining of the divine fire, I will break through the emperor. Not impossible!"
When he has the strength of an imperial ruler, Lin Feng’s strength has returned to its peak, breaking through the blockade and rushing out of the final blood battlefield.
Lin Feng whispered: "If I am refining, the life of the peony is also possible."
"You are dead, can you refine your vitality?"
Lin Feng nodded: "The most powerful poison is the best tonic, as long as you can survive the pain and fear of life and death. You can also refine the power of death, as long as you like, I can teach Your method helps you master the path of death."
Xiao Chen is a moment of heartbeat, but he chooses to give up in a blink of an eye. Seeing that when Lin Feng suffered a counter-attack, the people are not ghosts and ghosts. The pain can be imagined, and it is not as easy as he said.
Moreover, he has a reincarnation, which is stronger than the way of death, but it is more difficult to cultivate.
"I will say this again, you and I are now looking for a secluded place, and each of them will break through, let the blood of the devils protect you for me."