Chapter 110: Imperial monk

Gao Yuan actually woke up when the clock left the fat slag, but he never dared to take action. He really didn't think that a person who looked very bullied had such a terrible strength!
When the man died, he was already surrounded by boundless fear, the devil, this man must be the devil!
He was shuddering in his heart, regretting the abnormality of the clock at that time!
I just want to vent my emotions, but I didn't expect to get into such a comet!
Seeing the clock leaving the sword that reveals the infinite killing, his heart began to sink a little bit, and then it was filled with cold!
"Don't kill me, don't kill me! The predecessors are forgiving, the predecessors are forgiving!" Gao Yuanjian saw, climbed up from the ground, and quickly squatted to the bell, screaming, the voice trembled fiercely, not as a fairy Should have the bones.
The forehead continued to squat on the bluestone slab, making a slamming sound. The pain is incomparable, but at this moment, he did not care about it. What is the comparison with the temporary pain and his own life?
As for his face and dignity, to go to his dignity, life is not there, but also have a fart for these imaginary things!
The lingering poison in the body has begun to be in a crazy episode, and it is time to solve the problem as soon as possible. The longer the time drags, the more unfavorable it is to yourself. Looking at the high movements, I couldn’t help but pause.
Although this person is arrogant, but the sin is not dead, and he is not a killer, let him put a way to life. Thinking this way, the action of the clock is slowed down.
Suddenly, Gao Yuanjian’s face has been replaced by a large green color, and the heart is excited. He is clear about the power of his family’s Qingbo poison.
When the Qingbo poison spreads to the face, it means that it has been poisoned into the soul and repaired as exhausted. Seeing this person's performance is obviously a very deep symptom of poisoning! The height is leaning over, the eyes are filled with the look of grievances and haze. There was also a sneer in the corner of the mouth. With a pair of hands turned over, there was a sword, but it was a fairy!
Then he got up and injected the whole body's spiritual power into the small universe, and quickly stabbed it away from the bell's belly. "Ha ha ha, you are going to die! Dare to get your seat!" Gao crazy crazy laugh, it seems that the big hatred has been reported.
The bell sighed silently. Why do some people always like to find their own way of life? I thought about it in my heart, but the movements in my hands were really not slow. I have long noticed the sneer of Gao Yuan’s mouth. When he sacrificed the sword, Zhong Li has already killed himself.
With a wave of dragon swords, the artifacts will be high with a sense of killing and sharpness. At one moment, the head flew to the sky, and a blood arrow rushed up. At the same time, a group of blue human energy is going to the distance, it is a far-reaching soul.
When the clock was seen, a sword was squeezed, and the dragon sword in his hand shot to the soul like a lightning bolt. A slamming sound, like the sound of broken glass, the soul of the far-away soul was smashed by the dragon sword!
The dragon's sword was taken back, and Zhong Li suddenly felt that there was a strong and abnormal energy fluctuation flying behind him. "Who killed me!" The roar of anger sounded around, like the roar of a ferocious beast.
Then a figure appeared in the line of sight of the clock, but it was a middle-aged man with a triangular eye!
Zhong Li felt a dangerous atmosphere in his body. He had a feeling in his heart that this middle-aged man could easily kill himself countless times! I can't see through his cultivation, but it doesn't mean there is no way to leave. Quietly open
The third eye above the forehead, then quickly close!
The emperor, the glimpse of the moment, let the clock away a bit stunned!
I did not expect that the person who came here would be a royal monk! Although the clock is strong, you can kill people by level. You can pick N people. But for the emperor of the imperial class, there is no idea of ​​rebellion!
Not to mention the combat experience, the use of skills and insights alone is not comparable to oneself. And the imperialism of the imperial class is definitely not something that one can afford.
The king to the emperor is an obvious gap, and the difference in strength is also calculated in thousands of times!
A monk who is a royal master can easily kill a thousand king-level monks! When you reach the Imperial level, you can be called a real strong master.
In a word, Zhong Li is on this middle-aged man, only two
field. Run away or die by him!
"You killed me!" The middle-aged man saw the headless body of the clock from his feet, and saw the dragon sword that was bleeding in his hand. He understood everything in an instant.
Gao Yuan, although he usually confuses a little, but he is his own seedling, his own blood.
Today, he was killed and killed by a late-stage person. Why are you not angry? In front of this person, he must kill him, then grab the soul, and burn it with Nanming from the fire to sacrifice my child's spirit in heaven!
Then he madly yelled at the clock, and the killing in his eyes did not cover up: "I want to break you down!"
The middle-aged man’s angry martyrdom, his face is a bit distorted, and his eyes are full of colors! The body of Aiko has already spurred him into madness.
puff! The bell spurted out of a blood, and could not stand the oppression of this middle-aged man! Even breathing is a bit difficult, the emperor, how many monks look up!
Zhong Li felt that under the pressure of this momentum, even the bones had a tendency to break. Hey, hey, the bell spit three times in a row, and his heart was very incomparable.
The emperor's cultivation is so powerful! The bell didn't want to think about it. When the mind was moving, the body suddenly disappeared into the street, but it was hiding in the small universe.
The imperial monk is too powerful for himself, and he has no chance to fight back when he comes to him!
When the middle-aged man saw the figure of Zhongli disappeared, he immediately thought of something, pinched out a sword, and screamed around in madness, roaring: "Bastard, you give me out, this seat will kill you, ah !"
The building is constantly falling down, and occasionally a few curious and savvy monks are unfortunately torn into pieces by Yu Jin!
Entering into the small universe, the clock immediately sits cross-legged on the ground, and the situation inside the body is very bad.
! I saw that the soul was surrounded by a large expanse of cyan energy, and a burst of pain came from it, causing the body of the bell to tremble unconsciously, the blood of the corner of the mouth was flowing, and the oppression of the last emperor’s monk made the clock away. The body is facing the edge of the collapse!
I saw that the energy of a knife-knife type could not kill the energy of the cyan. When the knife head turned, a large amount of cyan energy was broken.
But compared to the horrible number of Qingbo poison, this seems to be no different from the arm! Strongly resisted the pain, and the clock took the gray power.
When Zhong Li discovered that the gray-white spiritual power touched the energy of the knife type, it would burst into a ray of light, and then the place where the light came into contact, the surrounding green wave poison would dissipate invisible.
Although it was fleeting, it was captured by the clock.
The clock is controlled by the gray-white energy that is close to the knife-shaped energy. It seems that the energy of the knife type is growing!
It is as if the gray and white spirit can play the role of quenching the energy of the knife type!
This discovery makes the clock excitement abnormal. If the gray-white spiritual power can play the role of quenching the energy of the knife type, then the knife-type energy will evolve and become stronger, which is good for yourself!
Resist the excitement in the heart, the clock controls the gray-colored spirit to engulf the energy of the blue, while controlling the knife-type energy strangulation.
Five days later, the energy of the cyan was finally cleared, but the clock did not wake up, but the disk was still sitting on the ground, and the hands were naturally handcuffed and slowly cultivated.
It is imperative to clarify the identity of the knife-type energy and the effect and effect of the gray-white spiritual power.
There is a hunch in the clock, and this knife-type energy and gray-white spiritual power are not all things, no matter from the appearance or the effect.