Chapter 1190: Devil head

The first thousand one hundred and ninety chapter
Luo Rumeng is a typical devil head, basically with the Promise Devil.
If you want her to help, it is impossible.
The only hope now is Mr. Qin.
"The time of a fragrant incense, it is too late to hide it, huh, huh."
The Promise of the Promise is laughing.
"let's go!"
The people of the sects immediately ran around.
This is no longer the time to be able to do it. The strength of the Promise is too strong. If they can't beat it, they can only try Tan Hai's method.
Hiding, they can't beat, can't they hide?
In the blink of an eye, these comprehensions disappeared without a trace.
The dream was also taken away by Xiao Bai.
"Hehehe, this group of people on the right path, can't fight, but when the turtle is shrinking, it is very powerful."
The Promise Devil smiled, and the time was almost the same, and then slowly got up from the car.
"The game should start too, and this seat can't wait."
He said, releasing his own konjac.
The konjac, turned into a group of black smoke, and then surged in front of him.
The black smoke quickly condensed a shape, and the above vagueness was a small model of Longshui Town.
"Your people can hide, but can you heart?"
He muttered and wondered what was in the model.
"Oh, what's the people here?"
The Promise Devil said, his body flashed and turned into black smoke.
Yaojingtian is an elder of Qinghong Gang, and is the elder who is most qualified to be the next head.
Recently, Qinghong’s infighting is finally coming to an end, and his support rate is also the highest.
It can be said that he is basically going to become the new head of Qinghong.
As a result, another such thing happened, and the Promise Demon was born.
I really don't want to manage this thing.
But he can't care, because they are decent.
Since it is a decent, then these things are related to the world, they can not sit idly by.
I was going to come over and go through the game.
After all, now Qinghong's Promise is weak, and there are other things to think about.
"Pharmaceutical elders, can we hide here?"
A few people in Qinghong's Promise help hide in the illusion created by Yaojingtian.
"You think you are talking to whom."
Yao Jingtian said proudly, "This is the magical instrument that I have refined with centuries of effort, and the illusion created by the celestial mirror."
He reached out and said, "Here, even if the Promise of the Promise, you can't find us, hahaha, so you can wait for him to lose."
"You mean, who is waiting for the loss?"
At this time, a ghostly voice rang in this illusion.
A few people in Qinghong's Promise helped him. When they looked up, they saw the figure of the Promise, and they were floating in the air, laughing and looking down on them.
"You, how come you came in?"
Yao Jingtian looked incredulous.
"How can I find out the illusion created by this mirage?"
"How can you get through this seat with this little trick?"
The Promise Devils laughed happily. "These people in the realm of cultivation really don't grow up."
"If you come in, you are looking for death!"
The drug Sedum shouted, "In this illusion, I am the same as God!"
Said, he waved his hands, and suddenly there were countless thunder and lightning in the illusion, and gathered toward the Promise.
"It’s just a little trick, you’re really serious.

Who knows, the Promise Devil is just a random wave, and the lightning is dispelled.
"In this illusion, everything is an illusion that you create. It is just a dream to confuse this seat with this illusion."
"Yes, hateful..."
Wu Jingtian did not expect that his means were actually poked like this.
"You are the first little flies discovered by the deity, so it will make your death a little better."
The Promise Devil said, reaching out to these Qinghong disciples.
The black konjac wrapped up the Qinghong disciples, and then they began to scream wildly.
"Kill, kill!"
A Qinghong disciple suddenly took out his own instruments and began to shoot at the disciples next to him.
Other disciples also fought back with blushing eyes and soon became a group.
After a while, these Qinghong disciples were ruined and ruined, and they broke their arms and died.
"This, what is this spell..."
When the Promise of the Promise is in the realm of the realm, the medicine is also a small newcomer, because I don’t know anything about this devil.
Now that he saw his gestures, he killed so many of his own hands, and his face was white.
This is too strong, and the spells are too strange!
It seems that it is not an opponent at all.
"Okay, it's time to clean you up."
The Promise Devil's Hand points to the medicine Sedum.
"wait wait wait!"
Yao Jingtian shouted in a panic. "You, you can't kill me! I, I am the Qinghong head of the future. I, I can owe allegiance to you, as long as you let me go, how can I do it..."
"Sorry, this seat does not like the loyalty of others, and this seat does not believe anyone."
In the mind of the Promise Devil, I couldn’t help but think of the things that were betrayed by my most proud disciples.
No one can stand in this world.
Only you can be reliable.
Therefore, he practiced the people he could see as a konjac.
Only your own konjac is the most loyal.
"Damn, I am fighting with you!"
The drug Sedum has a dragon sniper and rushes to the Promise of the Air.
"Just by you?"
The Promise Devil swears with disdain.
He released a konjac that instantly ran through the chest of the drug.
The power of the konjac, even the Yuan Ying of the drug Jingtian is running through.
This medicine Sedum, instantly became a dead person.
The master died and lost his support, and the mana of the celestial mirror disappeared.
The figure of the Promise Demon Reappears in this Longshui Town.
"Oh, this group of flies, do you think you can escape the palm of your seat?"
He laughed and then flew to the hiding place of the next comprehension.
"There is less and less of the comprehension of Longshui Town..."
Xiaobai with a dream, hiding in the roof of a school building.
The figure of two people is constantly moving through the town of Longshui.
The periphery of this school is the boundary of Longshui Town. The black konjac that ordinary people can't see is wrapped here.
Xiaobai originally wanted to go straight to the outside world with a dream, but the konjac was really powerful. Before she crossed, she could feel a serious sense of crisis.
This thing seems to block the space.
"What to do... None of us is his opponent..."
Yuan Meng said with all his worries, "I am worried about Master..."
"Emei's breath is still there."
Xiaobai comforted, "They must be fine. The breath of Qinghong is nothing at all. It seems that all of them are hanging in this Longshui Town."
"Can we really hide?"
Yuan Meng couldn't help but ask with some suspicion.
"If you can't hide, you have to delay."
Xiaobai said, "Because you will hold on for a while, your Qin brother will come."
"Really... Great, as long as Qin can come, we will all be saved!"
Yuan Meng has always believed in the blindness of the Qin Dynasty.
Moreover, the Qin Dynasty did save many of these comprehensions many times.
Only those who are self-cultivators never know how to be grateful.
"Hey, you said, who can save you?"
Just then, a gloomy voice came from the air.
The two women suddenly became shocked and looked up. It was the Promise of the Promise.
"Two little beautiful people, thinking that they are constantly shifting their position, can you not find you in this seat?"
He laughed. "You can't run anymore, you can't run out of this town. As long as the town is within the limits of the seat. So, you are dead."
"Little White sister..."
When Yuan Meng saw the Promise, he couldn’t help but fear.
Her cultivation is still shallow, and fear in front of this meat fairy is justified.
"Don't be afraid, the more you are afraid of him, the stronger his konjac will be."
Xiaobai said.
"Oh, this female doll is very smart."
The Promise Demon smiled. "However, this seat has been said, and you are all dead. It is better to give you one of the most comfortable ways, that is, to die, is it good?"
He smiled wickedly.
"Perverted, rogue! Shameless!"
Yuan Meng stunned a few words, and at the same time threw a sacred lotus flower and threw it at the top of the head.
"boom!"
The black konjac came out of the Promise Demon, and the red flame lotus was wrapped around it.
Subsequently, the Promise Devil reached out and wrapped his hand in the konjac and grabbed the flame.
"This lotus flower is very beautiful, and the woman looks better. You two are still good at this seat, so you can have a little more happiness."
"Stop dreaming!"
Xiaobai said, reaching out to the sky.
Suddenly, on the top of the Promise Devil, opened a wormhole.
From the wormhole, flying out of countless white spider silks, flew toward the Promise Devil.
"brush!"
The figure of the Promise Mozun disappeared instantly and exploded a few meters.
And those gossamer, like the falling knife rain, rolled the smoke from the playground of this school.
The students in the school who were in class couldn't help but curious. They looked out the window and looked at the smoke-filled playground. They said what was wrong with this. Someone was shooting outside?
However, it happened that this smoke was rolling, blocking the figure of the Promise and Xiaobai.
"There are some means, it is a konjac."
The Promise Devil can't help but laugh. "But it's just a konjac that let this seat slowly enjoy it, hahaha! This generation of Rakshamen Gate Lord is really interesting!"
After that, in the direction of Xiaobai and Yuan Meng, he rushed over again.
"Run!"
Xiao Baiyu started his dream and rushed to the side of the konjac enchantment.
"Give me a crack!"
Xiaobai used the power of space to tear the thick konjac, but those konjac were like glue, letting the cracks in the small white space continue to tear, and also continually.
=
20 groups recruiting ~138359961
Today, someone ran to the post bar and yelled at me~EbookFREE.me~ I didn't hold back for a while, and I sprayed it with him, hehe.
In fact, it is really difficult to write a book. You write too much meat, everyone says you are yellow. You are not meaty, everyone is too light, no one is watching.
You write too short, everyone is too little to write, not enough to see. Write too much, everyone is too dragged.
Many people say that I am running east and there is no main line. But I really want to ask, what is my main line, do you know?
What main line can pull more than five million words, has been described?
The life of the Qin Dynasty is not just living in the main line, ok?
And this novel has more lines, not just a line of comprehension.
This book is urban self-cultivation, the city is in front, I have not said this once.
Many people like to watch the truth, many people like to watch the city, I naturally can't just write one.
I don't have much to say, I just hope that everyone can understand one author.
Please deaf people and sprayers to detain the Germans, let alone what I am arrogant, do not accept readers' opinions.
What I accept is the opinions of the market, the opinions of thousands of readers, not you alone. Books are not written for one person. You don't like to watch them. It doesn't mean that others don't like to watch.
Or do you think that thousands of people who read my books are fools, are you smart? My readers are all so-called "kindergarten students" in your mouth?
Please deny yourself.
The book starts from the 17K novel network, the first time to see the genuine content!