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When he was about to lose consciousness, the Daoist Daoist tried to keep his waist bar straight, even if he was seriously injured, but he had to stand up straight.

[Even if my husband is dying, he has to face death. As for the two abominable goods on the side, my husband was ashamed to join them.] This is the idea in the mind of the Daoist Daoist.

Before he died, the bloody Daoist Daoist looked angrily at the heavenly missile ahead: "Come on, bomb my husband! ”

Even if I scream before my husband dies, he's not a man! Not to mention making that kind of absurd gesture like the Seven Living Buddhist Master and Chang Yuanko.

Come on, God forbid! My husband is not afraid of you!

His consciousness grew weaker and weaker at a time when the Daoists were thinking so much.

And then something terrifying happened —— he found himself kneeling slowly.

It was as if there was an incomparable force in the heavens and the earth that pressed him against the earth to overwhelm him.

Is he weak inside?

No, it's not!

It's heavenly robbery!

This modern robbery not only destroys the flesh of the Brothers, but also plays with the will of the Brothers?

But my husband would not surrender so easily.

The will of the old man, the old man's mood has been honed to see through life and death. My husband is not afraid to die. You want him to bend his knees and dream!

The Daoist Daoist thought generously in his heart.

Even if he died, he would not yield.

That being said… but moments later, his knee gradually succumbed to itself. In the end, he squatted in the same humiliation as Chang Yuko, master of the Seven Living Buddhists.

The Daoist mayor felt immense disgrace.

Not only that, but after his knees were forced to squat, his hands trembled and lifted uncontrollably slowly, putting out that huge, vulgar position.

[No!! Put it down, asshole! Put my hands down! Let me die! The Daoist Daoist roared in his heart.

But the cruel reality lay before him. After a breath, his hands ended up on top of his head in a standard 'head squat' position. Just like Chang Yuanzi, Lord of the Seven Living Buddhists, whom he had despised before.

Then his body began to swing uncontrollably and slowly.

The mayor of Heaven feels that his dignity has been severely trampled at this moment!

This is immense humiliation.

At the same time, an enlightenment arose in his heart.

I was wrong to blame Qisheng and Changyuanzi Daoyou. It was not them. They must be like him, strong inside, but weak flesh.

Also, Qisheng and Chang Yuanzi are determined people, unlike the anonymous old man.

At the end of the day, Daoist Daoist mayor exhausted all remaining power and looked to Song Shuhang's position.

There, Song Shuhang still struggled to resist the heavenly robbery.

The scattered light of merit on him is gradually recovering. As long as Song Shuhang himself does not die, the light of his merit will not disappear. Even if scattered 10,000 times, it will gradually recover.

At this time, Song Shuhang turned bald, dyed his bloody clothes, but still stood tall.

In the heart of the Daoist Daoist Daoist, a sense of comfort emerged, eventually losing consciousness.

Thus, behind Song Shuhang's body, the three seniors of the Seventh Life Fu Fu Master, Chang Yuanzi and Tianyuan Zi maintained the position of ‘head squatting guard', with the explosion shock wave, weird swing.

Each time the three of them sway, the light will shine. Thereafter, there seemed to be a force from them that went beyond ‘true qi' and ‘spiritual power', which came together and passed on to Song Shuhang.

This power was transferred through Song Shuhang's body to the ‘boutique puppet’ who was squatting.

After completing a cycle on the 'boutique puppet’, Song Shuhang returned to the three owners of the Qisheng Dynasty.

The Four Plus One puppet is thus in mysterious contact, shaken by the fierce bombardment of Heavenly Robbery missiles without fail.

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Song Shuhang doesn't know how many swords he has swung, how many times he has gathered knives and armor.

In fact, at this time he was in a semi-conscious state due to excessive blood loss and energy consumption. There were nearly 100 wounds on his body.

Now he, the instinctive swing of a knife, chopped the inverse scale of the Inverse Scale Act, and then re-emerged the knife into a knife armor. When the knife armor and the 'scalpel' are not broken, use your left hand as the knife and cut a 'flame knife’.

As for why, after so long, the bombardment of the Skylark missile and the sky tank had not turned him into flying ash? This obviously is a very important question, and he doesn't have the energy to think about it anymore.

And in a shrinking bag in his arms, the onion woman is in the cruel cycle of [being awakened by electricity... by electricity... and then by electricity... and then by electricity...]. Had it not been for the triple diminution of the power of the Tianxiao missile explosion through Song Shuhang, the boutique puppet light screen, and the hand-made 'one inch shrink bag' by the Nine Pin Robbery Immortals, the leeks would have been dead by now.

Song Shuhang has been in this obscure state for several minutes.

Until the golden light on his body reappeared and the beauty of the Godspeed snake reappeared on Song Shuhang.

When Kung De Snake Beauty reappeared, she embraced her and Song Shuhang's spirit shocked.

As soon as Kung Fu Snake beauty appeared, she wrapped the Song Shuhang Regiment and stretched out her hands to block the explosion of Skylark missiles and the attack of long-range tanks.

Next, she warped her head and looked around at the sky robbery missiles that were still blowing up, as well as the sophisticated puppets in front of her 'head squatting' and the three similarly ‘head squatting' masters behind her.

Kung Fu Snake Beauty tries to learn to do the 'head squat' moves... unfortunately she has no legs and can only wrap her tail in one lap.

So a moment later, Kung Fu snake beauty leaned back: “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

After a rhythmic scream, she twisted for the first time, ‘dead’.

Song Shuhang: “…”

After hearing a wave of screams from Kung Fu Snake Beauty, coupled with Kung Fu Snake Beauty temporarily blocking the heavenly robbery for him, he recovered some spirit.

“I'm not dead?” Song Shuhang was stunned and didn't dare believe it.

Has my ‘destiny' already worked? But because this is a blockade of heavenly worlds, the 'fate' can only rebuild me where I belong?

No... I still have things like my magic tool, my knife, my one inch shrink bag, etc. I'm not reborn through the "Death Mark", I'm alive!

Song Shuhang hastily removed the medicine for healing and restoring true qi from the 'bracelet instrument' and swallowed it. Remove the ointment and stick it to your wound. His injuries are so severe that he looks numb on the scalp.

Fortunately, most of these injuries can be recovered through dandruff. Now, he must recover some strength and heal his injuries before the Kung Fu snake beauty crumbles.

At the same time, Song Shuhang turned back and looked behind him - he had already persisted, that was stronger than him seven septembers senior three, are you still alive?

Song Shuhang looked back and saw nothing. Continuous explosions blocked his sight, and he couldn't see anything.

Plus, he couldn't sense the smell of three seniors from all around him.

I don't know. How are the three seniors?

But now is not the time to think about it, although he doesn't know how to sustain himself, but now that he does, he won't give up.

Moreover, counting the time… the missile holocaust should also be over.

Song Shuhang predicted correctly.

The last wave of missiles exploded at full force, even through the protection of Kung Fu Snake beauty, acting on him.

The rumbling explosion lasted for more than a dozen breaths before stopping.

The explosion stopped after more than two decades of interest.

In this last wave of Heavenly Robbery missile baptism, Song Shuhang's Kung De Snake beauty shrank by 90%, and can only be converted into ordinary people's size, trying to protect Song Shuhang in his arms.

“Sustained?” Song Shuhang's heart is delighted.

The flames and lights of the explosion scattered.

Song Shuhang saw at first glance the boutique puppet still holding the huge abomination position. Bibliographic sighs, this puppet, although some scrap material, is well worth more than eight puppets, the material is here. In this horrible holocaust, she was unharmed.

Then, Song Shuhang looked behind him again.

Then... Song Shuhang's chin fell off.

Shit, who can tell him what's going on in front of him?

The three seniors of the Seventh Life Buddhist Patriarch, the Daoist Patriarch, and the Evergrande Patriarch all held the huge 'head squatting guard' position, and their bodies could be seen shaking slightly in the shadows.

The three predecessors looked badly injured and seemed unconscious. But there's still a life left in them. Alive.

As long as he was alive, Song Shuhang's heart darkened and relaxed.

He turned back and looked back at the boutique puppet holding the 'Head Squat' position in front of him.

“Thank you.” Song Shuhang sincerely thanked her.

At this time, as long as the IQ is not out of line, it can be deduced that the three predecessors are still alive. It must be this seemingly huge puppet who helps in the dark.

Even Song Shuhang himself can jump alive, which should be the reason for this boutique puppet.

The boutique puppet did not respond to Song Shuhang, but moved the position slightly, and would turn his back towards Song Shuhang, continuing to hold her ‘head squatting' position.

Is this anger?

Or... the next wave of heavenly robbery is almost here?

Song Shuhang looked up at the sea of robbery.

Then his face was stiff.

The Sea of Heaven, which had surrounded the crowd, shrunk and gathered together. Compressed are essences. How powerful will that vast sea of heaven gather together?

What's even more frightening is the form in which the robbery is gathering.

One thing that seems to be a 'nuke launcher' is fast-forming.

This should be the last wave of this holocaust, if not surprisingly, a holocaust of nuclear weapons.

Song Shuhang turned his head towards the boutique puppet, can this wave be stopped?

The boutique puppet raised her head and looked up at the nuke firing well, then... she suddenly flipped forward, shifting from a squatting position to a kneeling orz position.

Song Shuhang had a cold heart.

Does that mean it's hopeless?