Chapter 187: Endlessly

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"On behalf of Sect Master, do you really want to destroy the Xuan Corpse Sect?"
"What do you know !?" The corpse boy's face is full of greed, "The blood of pure yang on this kid is the best nourishment for the evolution of our puppet corpse. Uncle Jin Shi, you are stuck at the level of the golden armor corpse. It ’s been three hundred years. If you up the pure blood of this kid, you can guarantee to break through to the level of the corpse king in the near future. No, it ’s too wasteful to do so. Such a wizard who is rare for a hundred years should be caught Live and raise, and slowly draw his blood. Then use his genes to discuss the conditions with the company to ensure that the company can be fully supported. "
"You ..." Jin Jia's body will be very helpless. As a guardian of the sect, it is impossible to defy the order of the sect master.
"Ji Jie. Moreover, he is still a descendant of Yan Zun." The corpse boy was more and more excited, and sharply grinned, "Catch him back, this patriarch will make great contributions to the company. Yan Zun is even more powerful. How about it? Our FBG company is not afraid of him. "
"FBG?" The face of the corpse man on the side showed a complete despair. "Brother, you are a FBG person."
Wang Yan's face remained the same regardless of how the corpse boy shouted and laughed. She picked up Uya Ange and gently opened her wet hair on her forehead, and said softly, "Sister Ange, I'm sorry. I can't abandon you and the predecessor. We are colleagues and partners. Come out together. Yes, either go back together or die together. "
"Fool." Wuya Ange snuggled in Wang Yan's arms, with a pretty face, a slight gleam of eyelids, and a low voice in a hoarse voice, "Well, either die together or go back together."
"Small, Comrade Xiao Wang ... This time, the old man has caused you trouble." The corpse man's face was pale, and he said flatly, "Although the old man has always scolded you for being a bad boy. In fact, you are really a very good boy."
"Senior corpse, you are also a very good senior, although I will often vilify you as an old monster." Wang Yan gently put down Wu Ya Ange and slowly stood up. The right hand flicked up, and the heavy hammer appeared in his hand out of thin air. The thick hammer handle gave him a sense of solidity.
His expression gradually dignified, and he walked towards the corpse boy step by step, and said indifferently: "The corpse boy, public and private, today you and I are in an endless situation."
His musculoskeletal crackling, every step, his body seemed to be burly and strong, and the heat wave on his body increased by one point.
"Hi!"
The clothes were torn apart by the physique, Wang Yan pulled his hands, and the remaining clothes on his body were torn off, revealing his naked upper body. At this time, his image is completely different from the usual sunshine. Every muscle in the body is raised like a rock, and every muscle fiber contains a powerful explosive force.
Especially the flame mark on the chest, usually hidden in the skin, invisible and untouchable. It only appears when anger or blood is boiling. Now it is red, red and glamorous, and it looks like a real flame burning and dancing.
Every step of the flame imprint is like a heart pacing, and the red breath spreads along the meridians and skin to the whole body. Let Wang Yan's body look faintly crimson, exuding a strong sense of danger.
The indifferent eyes and the dangerous breath made the corpse boy take two steps back subconsciously. Immediately he came awake, passing a trace of shame and anger across his ugly face, sneering and mockingly said, "Do you transform? Jie Jie, do you think you can turn into a sky if you transform? The poor strength is poor strength, you Can Yan Zun possess no ... "
He only spoke half. Wang Yan snarled and rushed over halfway. His power was very strong, and the blue gravel under his feet was crushed to pieces, as fast as a cannonball. A layer of flame was burning all over the body, with a strong momentum, and it was like a reincarnation of a bull demon.
Brutal collision!
The distance between the two was no more than ten meters, and Wang Yan was approaching in an instant, and a fiery red image swept up behind him.
The corpse boy was taken aback and hurriedly rolled away to avoid the posture to the extreme.
"Boom!"
Wang Yan's violent posture wiped the corpse boy, and his shoulders hit the thick round wooden pillar of the arch. "Click"! The column was cut in two at once, and the broken wood sprayed back. The archway carved with the words "Xuanqing Taoist Temple" collapsed in an instant.
The corpse boy fell to the ground and was scared out of cold sweat. Straight in the heart, this kid is too crazy, so savage. This kind of impact speed and strength is like a wild beast. Both the momentum and strength are stronger than the original.
Before his soul was settled, Wang Yan stepped on the stone steps, and the whole person turned and jumped. When a person is in midair, he already has a heavy hammer in his hand. Lifting the hammer with both hands, a blazing flame ignited on the hammer head and slammed down on the dead boy fiercely. When the heavy hammer and the air rubbed violently, a blast of flame burst with a buzz.
The scorching scent of the sun covered the circle seven or eight meters, and the air was burned and twisted into a wave of fish scales.
The corpse boy lying on the ground only felt as if he was in a hot purgatory, his mouth dry and frightened. The verbal abuses, is this kid really Yan Zun possessed? Hurry and roll around to dodge.
"boom!"
Wang Yan hit a heavy hammer on the bluestone ground, the stone burst like a bomb, and the flames washed away in all directions in a shock wave. The corpse boy flew out like a rag, and hit his back on the "national cultural relics protection unit" stone tablet, smashing it with a "bang".
The corpse boy rolled out of a pile of rubble, rubbing the Martian foam and dust. Roaring back to avoid Wang Yan's pursuit, he roared and said, "Uncle Jin Shi, what are you still stunned? Kill me, no, give him away."
Jin Jia's body will hesitate a little, but still stepped out, punching Wang Yan with a punch.
Wang Yan turned around and greeted with a hammer without fear.
"Boom!" With a muffled sound, Wang Yan was blasted out with a hammer, and his back broke a section of the wall and a building wall. Wow la la, broken bricks and tiles smashed into Wang Yan and buried him.
The strength gap between the two sides is too great, even if Wang Yanshu tried his best, it can't make up the gap with the A-level powerhouse.
"Squeak ~" Little Ferret landed beside the rubble pile, grabbed Wang Yan's trouser legs, and pulled him out a little bit. The delicate and lovely little face showed the anxious color of heartache, sticking out his tongue and licking it on his face.
"Ji Jie, the Sect Master said." The corpse boy jumped back to the collapsed archway and laughed happily, "Even if you have Yan Yan's possession, don't try to escape your life. You can't delay it anymore, and it will change later. Uncle Jin Shi. , Hastily scrapped him. "
"Yes!"
The corpse of Jin Jia will die, and step by step.
Suddenly, the changes became steep.
The golden armor turned the nearby broken bluestone ground into a twisted blood marsh suddenly. A ragged claw protruded from the swamp, accompanied by the wailing ghost crying wolf howling, struggling to buckle the legs of the golden armor, desperately dragging him into the blood.
Rao is the strength of the golden armoured corpse, and was caught for a while.
In such a scene, being an ordinary person has long been scared out of my body.
Blood Prison Claw!
It is one of the inheritance spells of Xuan Zongzong. The corpse boy and the golden armor corpse all cast their eyes on the corpse man.
I saw the old corpse man pinching the tactics in one hand, and pointed at the Tibetan casket in one hand, his voice hoarsely said: "Comrade Xiao Wang is right, everyone is going to die together, and come back together." The casket opened with a buzzing sound, and a greasy claw rested on the casket, and the roar of the horrible corpse continued.
The first to jump out is the bulging muscles, sturdy body, and a faint silver black tower all over the body.
The corpse boy was violently throbbing and shivering all over his body, saying, "Okay, okay! You dare to fight against this lord, okay, it's really good."
At the same time, the corpse puppets carefully cultivated by the corpses were only drilled out of the hidden coffins. There are the top bronze armored corpse shadow dances with Wang Yan, and there are four identical bronze armored corpse brothers. There are also a group of elite armored corpses including Tibetan poison, Yansan, and Mieko.
The corpses danced violently, rushing towards the corpse boy.
"Humph!" Jin Jia corpse hid under his feet, and with a "bang", a circle of golden light swept out in all directions like a shock wave. Those fierce blood-handed claws turned into black mist and disappeared. His figure swayed, blocking the front of the corpse, the golden guns were dancing, and every time a gun went out, a puppet was smashed into the air.
Despite the elite and fierce corpses carefully kept by the corpses, none of them except the Black Tower is a united enemy.
"puff!"
The golden light flashed, and the spear thrust into the chest of the Black Tower. The Black Tower roared, grabbing the gun firmly and trying to tug of war with it. Unexpectedly, the golden armor shook his wrist, and actually picked the powerful black iron tower into the air.
After a little delay, Wang Yan had stood up from the pile of broken bricks and rubble, holding a sledgehammer, and rushed again.
Jin Jia's body will be aware of it, and it is expected that Wang Yan's coming speed will be accurate, and he will shake the black iron tower out of the way. When he was just about to turn back to face the attack, Wang Yan suddenly threw a heavy hammer in his hand.
With a weight loss of three hundred kilograms, Wang Yan's speed accelerated by a large amount, severely misleading Jinjia's instinct calculation. With open arms, he hugged the back of Jin Jia's body violently, pushed him to the ground, with his hands and feet, firmly entangled him.
"boom!"
The flames on Wang Yan's body rose up, eroding and burning the golden armor.
The true fire of pure Yang is the most recent fire in the world, and it has a restraining effect on all evil spirits. The Golden Armoured Corpse would be a corpse, no matter how powerful.
Wang Yan's eyes were indifferent and firm to the extreme!
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