Chapter 1133: Eight Immortals Board (4)

"Master?"
She was shocked!
Why is Master's head cut off here?
Her heart at this time seemed to be slammed by a big truck, tearing her heart.
The bronze coin sword screamed.
She unconsciously threw the copper coin sword to the ground and took a step towards the Master's head.
"sister--"
Xiaoqian yelled when she saw her look abnormal.
Yang Zimei turned a deaf ear and continued to leave.
Xiaoqian jumped up, raised her palm, and slapped her face in anxiety.
Ripple's claws hugged her leg tightly, preventing her from walking forward.
The hot pain made Yang Zimei's mind agitated and awake.
She stroked her sore cheek and looked at the table again.
The heads of Master and Uncle are not on the table, they are not strangers.
She had a hallucination just now!
Yes, the greatest magic power of the Eight Immortals Bureau is to deceive people.
Once a person's will is weak, it will multiply into the psychedelic mind and make people unconsciously enter the game.
Although Yang Zimei's magic power is high, but just now when I thought of Master and Uncle, his emotional will was at the weakest moment, and he was also confused.
Fortunately, Xiao Qian found it in time, and had mana to stop her.
She took a step back and picked up the bronze sword from the ground.
"Sister, you scared me to death, you just became a different person just now!"
Xiao Qian shouted, "This little Eight Immortals Bureau, how did you almost make you stand?"
"I think of Master and Uncle!"
Yang Zimei smiled bitterly.
Her dead point is Master!
As long as it was related to Master, her mind immediately dropped to zero and she lost her ability to discern.
She also knows this, but has no ability to change, because in this world, nothing can change her dependence on Master.
"Wendong, I'm sorry, Wendong, I'm sorry ..."
Huo Wenhua cried with tears in her face, and she had to walk towards the Eight Immortals Bureau.
Duplicating Ghost's mouth also said the same thing to him, and his face burst into tears, but it pulled Huo Wenhua tightly and did not let him go.
Seeing Huo Wenhua like this, Yang Zimei naturally knew that he was also in the Tao.
She hurriedly reached out and pressed his Tianling Acupoint.
Huo Wenhua's expression was stagnant, and she found that her face was full of tears. She asked in confusion, "Master Yang, what happened to me?"
"You're hitting fantasy."
Yang Zimei took out a heart protection charm and stuck it behind Huo Wenhua.
Feeling that she must also protect her heart, she simply posted a piece for herself, lest she would touch Jing Shengqing to think of Master when she was next to break the battle, and be seduced by the mind.
Yang Zi's eyebrows gazed, the bronze sword in her hand trembled again, and the bronze coins in the iron gate array behind her, pulled by her mana, whirled around her side ...
"Get up!"
She shouted, the bronze sword pointed at the Eight Immortals in front!
The thirty-six bronze coins, like obedient soldiers, were shot at the seven people except Huo Wendong's head.
The bronze sword in Yang Zimei's hand pointed directly at the departure of Huo Wendong's head.
It's also here!
She has to keep her head intact and break her eyes. This is a bit difficult!
The eight human heads also seemed to feel threatened, flying away from the table together, and rushing towards Yang Zimei from eight different directions ...
Those bronze coins hit the skull without failing to make them fall.
Instead, the bronze coins were all embedded in the human head ...