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“Oh, these things. They're superfluous! But I couldn't fit them back in for a while, well, maybe they were destroyed by me... but don't worry, I replaced the features of these parts with a few simple formats to make sure there's no problem!” The White Venerable shot the reassembled missile and then whispered to the Book Channel: “In addition, I added two offensive formations to the warhead. If this missile explodes now, in addition to the usual explosion damage, it will also come with 'lightning explosion' spell damage, which is powerful. In a few moments, when we find the Ancient Demon Sect, we can try its power. ”

Song Shuhang's heart paused again... the original missile felt terrible. Senior White also added 'Thunder Blast' to it? It's a fire. Come on. How terrible would this thing be if it exploded?

Suddenly something unexpected happened while thinking about it. Perhaps the White Venerable was a little more powerful when shooting the missile. The missile that was originally erected was beaten by the Venerable and distorted to the right… and then tilted backwards to the ground.

“Senior White, we're going down!” Song Shuhang shouted in a hurry. This is a flammable and explosive item! It was modified by the white honorable, and this fall may have exploded.

“Relax, I'm here.” The white man laughed, reaching for the missile. Things of this size, white honor can hold onto it with one thought, so don't worry.

And at this point, there was a shadow in the distance that rushed over, one arm to the other, holding onto the dumped missile, the posture was extremely handsome.

It's Shiraku Shiraku!

It has always focused its attention on the white honored so that it can always look for opportunities to serve the white seniors and help them with their troubles.

So, when the missile fell, Shirakawa Jinjun rushed in for the first time, holding onto the missile.

“Senior White, don't worry, there will be no problems with my little white crane!” Zhenjun the White Crane raised his thumb toward the White Venerable.

“Senior White Crane did a great job!” Song Shuhang gave a thumbs-up praise.

White Crane is proud of him.

At this time, the white honored: "…”

Not because of the White Crane, but because the White Venerable discovered that something was wrong when he returned to the missile.

Missiles, it's starting to smoke.

This thing could blow up!

“White Crane, drop the missile.” The White Venerable voiced his unwillingness, but he seemed to have destroyed something again: “The missile is about to explode! ”

“Hmm?” Shirakawa Shinjun first stunned, and then he yelled, “Are you going to blow it up? ”

Shirakawa Shinjun immediately lifted the missile and looked around to find a place to dispose of it.

Soon, it brightened its eyes.

Blood Demon, this missile that's about to explode is perfect for Blood Demon.

“Everybody out of the way, I'm gonna make a big move!” Shirakatsu shouted: “Ah da! ”

Then it threw this black smoking 'missile * White Venerable Magic Modified' at the Blood Demon.

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The brothers brushed their blood and the demons were brushing... suddenly they saw the missile rush with black smoke.

“0_0!” The North River widened its eyes.

“Shit, White Crane, why are you throwing a missile at me?” Lord Snow Wolf Cave shouted.

Oriental Six Fairies risked avoiding the missile, screaming: "Senior White Crane, please don't mess up!!” She almost got hit by a missile.

“Missiles are useless to the Blood Demon. Go play with the White Crane Senior.” The maker roared.

Right at this time.

He has been explaining to Song Shuhang the falling dust of the war scene. He shouted out: “Everyone retreat, that's what the White Honor has transformed! ”

However, Zhenjun only yelled half the time...

The three waves of the razor knife in battle suddenly turned around and the treasure knife came out of its sheath!

“Senior White Crane, there's a missile in the precinct. Don't mess it up. It's good that you're watching beside us. We'll take care of the Blood Demon!” Crazy Knife III * * * *.

In the talking room, the Mad Knife three waves handsome shot.

It was a '72nd Rapid Knife'. In an instant, he cut off 72 knives.

The handsome knife and light intertwined to cover the missile.

Then... when the light of the knife was cut out, the blade fell in the ears before listening to Makoto Dusty.

What, this missile was just remodeled by the White Honor?

Crazy Knife Three Waves: “…”

Father!

At this time, the Mad Knife Three Waves couldn't help but open their mouths and eat back the handsome knife optical net. But late... the gorgeous knife fell on the missile and cut it apart at once.

Boom ~ ~

A huge explosion sounded, and the light of the explosion covered the whole bloody demon, as well as the Daoists of Jiuzhou No. 1.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ”

“Son of a bitch, Sanwa, it hurts! ”

“Did you do it on purpose? Mitsunami, did you have an appointment with Taoist White? Alas, my mother, Kazuo Daoyou, pull the blood demon quickly, this bitch just hammered me with an explosion, it hurts a lot. ”

“Wow... you're dead, Brother Sanlang! ”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Oriental Six Fairies scream.

Crazy knife three waves holding the handle of the knife, the wind is chaotic - pills, own pills.

In the distance, Shinjun Shirakawa maintained the missile throwing motion - he had no idea that the three waves would take such a handsome knife, the pills, and he would die. Wait, you're already dead. There's nothing to be afraid of if you think about it.

Straight ahead, the catastrophe of the Mad Knife Three Waves... has just begun.

With the explosion of the missile, the ‘Thunder Blast' spell matrix painted by the White Venerable simultaneously erupted.

Nourishing, beeping... A bunch of purple lightning arcs exploded from the center of the explosion and condensed into purple lightning balls.

Though it is the work of the White Priestess experiment, the lethality of purple thunder is still around 'six pints' of destructive power.

The first wave of razor blade hit him, the lightning blast arc has not yet hit him, just a little arc energy spilled before the official attack, the razor blades the power of razor blade...

If this thunderbolt hits the three waves head-on, the three waves will have to lie in the pharmacist's bed for months.

Fortunately, the white dignitary who drew the lightning explosion is not far away.

“Destroy!” cried the white man.

And as the honourable drinks,

The array of 'thunder' attributes in the explosion, under the control of the White Venerable, retracted instantly, scaling from a huge globalisation to fist size.

Eventually… the arc is getting smaller and fading away.

Three-wave mouth, black-smoke. This black smoke, like the Mad Knife Three Waves, is now in the mood for 10 million bucks.

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“Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho"!

The sudden explosion of the missile disrupted the rhythm of the Nine Continental Daoists, and the monstrous' maker 'failed to pull up hatred at once.

Crazy blooddemons actually seized the opportunity and ran straight into each other, hardly by virtue of its six-grade physical strength, brute force, such as the mad bull, and broke out of the circle of the 'Jiuzhou No. 1 group' Daoists.

The Blood Demon then rushed in the direction of Song Shuhang - it was so badly injured that it needed to eat something to replenish its energy.

Blood Demon IQ is in arrears, but at least there's a little instinct.

It needs to eat fast, so instinctively looking for the easiest food to catch - only Song Shuhang and Chu Chuxiu, the only people present, are the weakest.

In contrast, Chuchu's family is far from the Blood Demon.

So, decided, the food is Song Shuhang.

So, the blood demon rushed towards Song Shuhang, and a pair of big hands caught him.

“Don't let it get away!” Daoyou of Jiuzhou Group 1 shouted.

But as life and death survive, blood demons erupt at an unparalleled rate.

Even Zhenjun Huangshan sitting in the sky and Zhenjun Ancient Lake guarded by the sky could not catch the running blood demon.

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Straight ahead, the white man pinched his chin: "Shh! ”

Then the white man stood up, stretched out his fist, and took a breath.

When he said that, he came up with an interesting punching technique. I didn't think I had a chance to use it... I didn't expect the Blood Demon to run off and give him a chance to try it.

“Roar, roar, roar.” Blood demons rushed wildly over.

However, before waiting for it to approach Song Shuhang, Bai Zheng had fallen over his head and raised his fist. There are thousands of characters on the fist with culture as a string, revolving around the fist.

Then, the White Honored punched out.

The fist hasn't even hit the Blood Demon's body yet, but the Blood Demon's head began to collapse... as if the wind had blown through the gravel heap and the Blood Demon's head had exploded into countless particles.

When the particles landed, they agglomerated into a blood-red pearl, causing a crisp 'ding-ding' sound from the ground impact.

The fists of the White Venerable are pressed down so slowly... that the body of the Blood Demon is constantly pearlized as if caught in a meat grinder.

Two breaths later.

More than ten metres tall, the bloody demon disappeared, leaving only a sparkling bloody pearl to bear witness to a lovely bloody demon once smuggled to Earth.

White dignitaries retract their fists and pinch their chins. If they think about it, they don't seem satisfied with the power of this punch.

Behind them, the predecessors of the group wanted to cry —— and eventually, the white honored waved his fist.

Is that what's meant to happen?

“More needs to be done. This punch wastes a lot of spiritual power. At least three-tenths of the consumption is wasted when transforming the body of the Blood Demon into an energy crystal.” The white honored muttered.

Song Shuhang picked up a pearl and wondered: “When the blood demon dies, will it turn into a blood pearl? ”

He felt pure spiritual power in these beautiful pearls.

“It was an experiment of mine.” The white man laughed, “I tried to turn the blood demon into something like a 'spirit stone', but it wasn't very successful. Well, let me see what this bloody demon has brought us. ”

Finished brushing the BOSS, of course opening the chest!