Chapter 91: White Witch King

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In the exhibition of Yi Yi's upwind, a black figure shuttled quickly through the forest. It was Zhang Yang himself. As for blood slaves and ghost servants, he was included in the blood coffin.
The speed of the ghost servant is too slow. Although the speed of the blood slave is fast enough, the goal of escape alone is always smaller.
刚才 Just now, Zhang Yang beheaded a ragged, seemingly ridiculous young monk. What was unexpected was that the young monk was very rich and had a magic weapon to protect himself.
I don't know what the reason is, the body protector is already cracked. This allowed Zhang Yang to break it under successive attacks.
However, the young monk crushed a messenger Jade Jane before he died, which greatly disturbed Zhang Yang. He decided to end the hunting plan in advance and walk away from it. How far is it to leave this neighborhood of right and wrong? How far to run.
"Looking at that monk, in the period of refining gas, but he can have so many spiritual stones and treasures, he must be a major disciple."
"In that case, Yujian, who was crushed before his death, was sending a message to the elders of Shimen. The first-line gorge was only a hundred miles away, and a large number of strong men gathered there. It will take me half an hour to get here. I must escape during this time! "
Zhang Zhangyang thought that he was very cautious in his actions and never shot at people who were not sure about it.
However, he also knows that this is not because of his poor calculation, but because of his strength.
Insufficient strength, so if you encounter some changes, it will be difficult to cope.
In my opinion, only the improvement of strength is the most fundamental.
I thought so, but there was no pause under my feet, flying all the way.
Cross over the mountains, through the jungles, across the rivers ... Zhang Yang made a roundabout way, sprinting out more than 300 miles.
Just as his heart was lowered a little, suddenly, his footsteps stopped.
Not far ahead of him, a young man stood on a big rock, hitting a white robe with a face like a crown jade and a long sword on his back, fluttering like a feathered fairy.
However, in the face of this fairy-like figure, Zhang Yang did not have the slightest excitement, but felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.
God clearly cleared it all, and all the grass and trees within a range of more than 600 meters were mapped into his mind, but when the big stone was scanned by the gospel, it was empty.
Looking at it with naked eyes, there was obviously a man in white robe there; scanning of the consciousness did not even have a personal image.
Zhang Yang chuckled in his heart, knowing that he had encountered a real strong man.
I held in a lucky mood, maybe this white robe man was not directed at himself, and quietly turned to prepare to leave.
For a moment, a mighty coercion came, and the surrounding air seemed to condense. Zhang Yang's figure was stagnant and he couldn't even move his fingers, let alone move.
At this moment, Zhang Yang's complexion changed immediately, no luck anymore.
"You killed someone, you escaped fast!"
阴 A cold voice, as if ringing directly in the soul.
Zhang Yang's head was confused for a while, and she almost confessed that she would bite.
Judged instantly, Zhang Yang knew that this white robe man must have killed the rescuer who had moved Yu Jian to crush the rich monk before he died.
At the same time, he also knew that he could not admit it. Once admitted, even if there are ten lives, there is no vitality.
My hoarse voice began to speak as my mind turned,
"Is the predecessor thinking it was the wrong person? The junior heard that there were fairy trails near the first-line gorge, so they rushed all the way, wanting to admire it, hoping to make a breakthrough, but never killed anyone, not to escape."
"Hum! Let's quibble! Is it you? After the deity uses the Soul Search Dafa, everything will be clear."
The white robe man seemed to lack even the nonsense of kung fu. With a beckoning and a huge pulling force, Zhang Yang's body could not help but rise from the ground and floated towards the white robe man.
"Woo!"
Zhang Zhangyang's face was distorted, her muscles were swollen, her physical strength and mana burst at the same time, she tried to break free, but she still couldn't move.
Despair erupted.
In the face of strong men of this level, he has deliberately practiced hard for nearly ten years without even having the ability to struggle.
What a soul-searching Dafa is, when you hear it, it is very evil. After being searched by him, I am afraid that he will become an idiot even if he will not die.
10,000 steps back, even if it was protected by the Taiyin Lianxing exercises, after you searched the soul, you were all right, then your own secret was completely exposed.
The ECG turned sharply, but there was no way.
In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracy and tricks are clouds.
Zhang Zhangyang finally tasted this bitter fruit.
When he decided to confess his fate, when he was going to listen to the fate of the sky, he only listened to a soft slap, the restraint was a little loose, and his feet were already on the ground.
"Well? You are ... you can recognize the 'White Witch King'?"
Zhang Yang naturally never heard the name of "White Witch King Liu Dazhen", but heard that the person in the white robe was quite afraid of that person, and his life was between this person's thoughts. "I don't know", I'm afraid I will be hit by a soul-searching bad luck.
At this time, the situation was urgent and there was no choice but to casually say:
"Naturally Recognized."
The look on Monk's face changed, and finally he became severely sick.
"Huh! I have nothing to do with Tian Yuzong and the White Witch King Liu Daoyou. I do n’t know where the disciples of Xun Zong have sinned, is it worth your killer?"
Zhang Yang thought for a moment, knowing that holding the thigh of the cheap White Witch King at this time was the only chance for survival.
"The boy is really only ordered by his teacher Liu Dazhen, and rushed to the frontline to see the battle ruins. I have never seen any disciples in Guizong."
I just heard the words, but I saw a weird look on the handsome face of the white robe monk:
"What? You mean, Liu Dazhen is your master?"
Zhang Yang chuckled in his heart, and said secretly that he was wrong.
However, at this time, naturally there is no chance to change his mouth, he can only bite his head and say with certainty:
"Yes, White Witch King Liu Dazhen is the master."
"Hahaha!" The monk in white robe laughed at heaven, as if he heard the funniest thing in the world.
"Who doesn't know in the world, the three great disciples of the White Witch King have one stiff hair and two black stiff heads. They have also made a big wrist in the cultivation world! Have you never heard of your little wandering body ... His grandchildren, I ca n’t possibly be fooled by you ... even dare to deceive the deity, this deity will let you taste the taste of soul-searching Dafa. "
I said, I'm going to do it.
Zhang Yang's heart was big, where did he know what the White Witch King was? Listening to the meaning in Baipao's words, it seems that his disciples are all zombies?
It's no wonder that he is also regarded as the junior of the White Witch King.
Qilian's disciples are stiff and dark. What should he be? This is too great!
It's just that he can't think about it now. The monk in white robe has already taken it.
At this moment, I only heard a hoarse hoarse voice in the sky:
"Oh! Weng Qingyu, I am so interested, how can I insult my old husband's disciples?"
When I looked up, UU read the book www.uukanshu.com. I do n’t know when. On the cliff next to it, there was a figure of Ling Feng, faintly invisible, but the powerful breath was beyond doubt.
修 The monk named Weng Qingyu looked up, his face changed, and it was time for this old fellow to come.
"The King of the Corpses joked, why have you had such a small disciple?"
"Hum! When will the deity receive his disciples and report to you?" The voice on the cliff was rather unpleasant.
Wu Weng Qingyu was silent for a while, knowing that he could no longer afford to take care of it in this regard, but it was very unwilling to let go of this corpse in this way.
"Even if he is your disciple and killed my Tian Yuzong Zhenzhuan disciple, he must also resist!"
"Oh?" The figure on the cliff apparently didn't know about it. After a moment's pause, he asked Zhang Yang:
"Good disciple, what kind of disciple have you killed?"
The White Witch King intentionally described the "true disciple" as "what a disciple", and heard Weng Qingyu's complexion.
"No! Absolutely not! The trump was just instructed to go to the First-line Gorge to participate in the relics of the Immortal War to seek a breakthrough. I didn't expect to be intercepted by this senior halfway, and said that the true disciple was killed by the trump. Disciples never even met. "
If Zhang Yang didn't know what to say at this time, then his head was really kicked by the donkey.
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