Chapter 1782: : Fan Wai: Wan Beast Without Chapter [19]

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Chapter 1782: Fan Wai: Wan Beast Without Chapter [19]
Undead tree, finally, finally... so many years, finally close!
The high priest was so excited that he was trembling, and even the steps of walking were trembled. It seems that he has waited for too long this day.
Xiao Jin looked at him coldly and watched him step by step closer to the undead tree. He raised his hands and prepared to take off a recent bright red flower. She was moving and came silently behind him.
Because of the excitement, the master of the high priest could not detect anyone approaching.
Xiao Jin’s sleeves were hidden in a burning flame, slowly spinning, condensing into a burning fireball, and slammed into the past. However, she had not succeeded in sneak attack. Suddenly the high priest exclaimed and then jumped back. .
The situation is abrupt, but Xiao Jin is also very responsive. He took a step and looked up. It turned out to be the bright red flower. Suddenly the petals were opened. In the middle of the petals, there was an open mouth and a bright red tongue. Detected from the inside!
The bright red liquid flows down from the tongue like pus, and the tongue smells very sensitive. It should smell the taste of the high priest, so don't look at it and rush to him directly!
The black robes moved, the high priests sealed their hands, and a group of wind vortexes formed in front of the body. The tongue slammed over and could not be broken, so they could only anger around the vitality.
"Oh, it's really fierce! But it's better, because the stronger the strength, the more helpful it is to me, hehe, hehe..."
Under the black robes of the high priest, a strange and screaming voice was heard, and the scalp of the listener was numb.
Xiao Jin is cold, this old guy must be very happy now, use her as a bait to lure the black giant snake away.
I am happy now, and soon there will be time for you to regret it!
Looking at the tongue in the safflower before the wind is angry, he is not willing to squat, hit, and finally very tired, and his body also hit a lot of wounds, and the high priest is slowly seeping out on his forehead.
Sweat, think about it, he will not feel good about this process.
However, fortunately, the flower did not continue to attack stubbornly. The saliva on its tongue slowly decreased and could not be supported, so it was not reluctant to retreat.
The high priest breathed a sigh of relief, slowly wiping the sweat from his forehead and collecting the wind.
At this time, Xiao Jin sneered a sneer behind him, only the eight-year-old child, who should have been in a clear and innocent voice, but full of sinister and fierce light.
Grab the palm of your hand, condense into a group of fire, screaming and rushing out!
The high priest was covered with a look, and his face changed. In the end, he was a man who had experienced a hundred years. Ginger is old and spicy, and his combat experience is so rich. Therefore, the wind turned to the back and slammed into the fireball of Xiao Jin.
However, because the angle of the sneak attack is too sinister, the waist side is still rubbed by the fireball.
The high priest gritted his teeth and frowned. He looked at the waist side of the DC. When he saw Xiao Jin, he blinked and immediately narrowed his eyes: "It is you..."

Did I not think that I am still alive?
Xiao Jin said with a smile.
How do you go back to the father to tell me? But I don’t think there is such a need.

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