Demon’s Diary
Chapter 149: The Grim Wind Runs Away
As a result, he actually found a simple recipe stamped on the inner wall of the field spiral entrance.
Liu Ming was very surprised. After a slight hesitation, he resorted to this method.
“Pfft," a white Xia rolled out of the field spiral.
A bunch of things appear out of thin air on the ground in front of you.
Hershey is more than a dozen boxes of different sizes, three pieces of equipment, and a reddish rubber skin that only seems to be a few feet long but is complete.
Liu Ming saw this first as a fool and then rejoiced.
He hastily injected another magic force into the field spine, locking his spirit into a crystal blade on the ground.
When the field spiral slightly trembled and the white light flashed again, the crystalline short blade disappeared.
“It's a space object! I can't believe I still carry this treasure on this red beast, in order to live for years unknown crystallized demon beast.” Liu Ming mumbled with excitement.
He naturally did not know that this Sumitomo was also the one who grabbed the sheep from the pair of sea brethren and sisters by hand. I didn't expect it to be cheap for him now.
At this point, he went through the spiritual force again to find out clearly that there was a space in it that was as tall as it was allowed to be, not too big.
But even so, Liu Ming was extremely satisfied.
After all, unlike Sumipa, there is nothing in it.
Moreover, in the present situation, this must be of great use to him.
Liu Ming tried again to put the short blade into the crystalline blade and spit another roll into his hand. After slightly touching it with his finger, he found that the blade was a six-piece prohibited inferior spirit apparatus.
He glanced at the other two objects on the ground with a flash of his eyes, put away the blade in his hand, and single-handedly emptied them and took them into his hands.
A long, slender bloody knife and a light blue token with a fine patterned surface.
Both of these things emit faint light, obviously also of the spirit level.
But when he injected a little bit of magic into the two things, he got a little surprised!
The long-blooded blade is the lowest grade inferior spirit with only one restraint, while the token's "pounding” breath emerges with eighteen heavily tattooed arrays, and the upper spiritual device is almost at the top level of the middle spirit.
Liu Ming's heart is a dark surprise, but lets his tokens rush, but besides making the light shine brighter and brighter, there are any other functional effects.
It seems that this apparatus, though extraordinary, needs some special legal action to motivate it.
Liu Ming deeply regretted that he shook his head and put both of these apparatuses into Sumitomo.
For him today, a single piece of the same type of apparatus is naturally sufficient.
The short, crystalline blade and long, bloody knife do not yet have more restraining weight in the blue moon, and naturally he does not intend to replace it.
However, he looked at Sumitomo in his hand and, thinking about it, took the voodoo chain out with a shake on his sleeve and took it in with a shake.
Now that he had the story of a space object he could hide, he naturally dismissed his intention to hand it over.
After all, this Voodoo Demonic Chain is very useful for it, unlike other sword-like apparatuses.
Not only that, he also turned his hand and took out the box with the golden soil and stuffed it into the field spine as well.
As for the other stuff, he didn't mean to move anymore.
The next time, Liu Ming picked up a jade box from the ground at will. Once opened, it was filled with a silver flower with a very high inch, and the whole body exuded pure spirit.
“Night Silver Grass! ”
At first glance, he recognized the origin of the spirit grass in the box, but it is a rare and abnormal spirit grass, a necessary auxiliary material for the refining of a variety of dandrugs.
Several other boxes were then opened, which were also filled with spiritual objects not valued under the silver grass at night.
These things, naturally, are some of the most valuable spirits that this blush searched from the disciples who killed, including even a thin, golden ginseng.
This is a true millennial grass, even if the condensate phase of the spiritual students and teachers take this object, I'm afraid the magic will quickly increase.
Under the delight of Liu Ming, naturally, this millennium psychic and several other useful psychic drugs were selected, all of which had to be harvested. The rest of the box starts with a packet of shrinkage.
As for the skins, he circled around a few times and struck them with his fingers, and finally determined that they were what was left of the red one.
He naturally intends to stay for his own use as well, and the same is used to fill it in.
At this time, Liu Ming looked back at the monster's body and sighed softly when a gleaming appearance appeared in his head that day when Ishikawa personally received several of their new disciples.
I don't know exactly what happened to Brother Shi in the secret realm, but I can't believe that he would get away with it.
And this half monster magic is only the realm of spiritualists. Its flesh and blood are also half from Ishikawa, and naturally it will not have any effect.
So Liu Ming no longer hesitated to single-handedly pinch, several red fireballs ejected, and the body of the dragon was submerged by the rolling flame.
The monster's body flew fast and scorched black in the flame, instantly turning to ash.
But then, all of a sudden, a roll of flame burst into the body of the monster somewhere, and after a few flashes, even a little flame disappeared.
Liu Ming saw the situation, naturally frightened. After hurrying back a few steps, the blue light flashed in his hand. The blue sword appeared in his finger empty-handed.
“Hasn't this redneck really died yet!” He couldn't help but think so horribly.
“Bang" sound.
Some half-covered black corpse suddenly flew out of it after a drum.
Liu Ming took a closer look, but lost his voice.
Flying Skull
This thing bearded, black lips, red eyes, fangs blown!
It is the Nine Baby Rumor that comes second only to Nine Babies' man with a strong skull-like head.
For some reason, this demon head has been hiding in the monster's body. Now that he's dead, it only slowly flies out.
As for the previous flame, it was obviously sucked away by the demon too.
But Liu Ming now sees the demon head, but the dark cry is bitter, and the nervousness in his heart is no less than the resurrection of the half-hearted creature.
He could have witnessed the power of this flying head with his own eyes on the ring that day.
Now that he has only two to three percent of his magic left, both mentally and physically, he is very tired, and now faced with this demon, the consequences are predictable.
Fortunately, although the flying skull flew out, it did not rush towards Liu Ming immediately. Instead, it fell slightly. One mouth actually bited the monster's body on the ground with a large mouth. It looked like a wolf swallowed a tiger.
Liu Ming saw a little peace in his heart, his upper body still motionless, but his lower body slipped silently back. At the same time, the long silver chain wrapped around a few laps and appeared on one arm.
This Voldemort chain is a restraint on this demon head. Although he is not yet familiar with the usage, he may be able to make this flying skull unscrupulous.
But the next moment, Liu Ming regretted it again!
Originally quietly tore the body's flying skull, when the silver long chain appeared, suddenly ate a meal, at the same time one turned around and looked at Liu Ming with a fierce gaze.
Liu Ming's face changed, and when there was no more hesitant body movement, he turned into a fictional backward reflection and flew out.
But the flying skull burst out, suddenly turning into a black gas rolling chase.
Liu Ming's short blue sword shook his hands backwards, and then three green swords swept out.
“Pfft," “Pfft," “Pfft," the three swords were cut to black gas, and the mud bull went into the sea without a trace, as if nothing had hurt the demon's head.
And then the black gas ”sounded, and the dense and numb black wire came out of it, and it was that flying head full of long hair. The speed was just a blur, and it all went to the back of Liu Ming.
Liu Ming's heart was terrified, suddenly his sleeve trembled and a pale green symbol lashed out.
Exactly what he seized from the disciple who attacked her on that day. Although he did not know what the specific power was, he could only deal with it if his powers were small.
Buzzing into the dense and numb long hair, the moment the hole was pierced into a thousand sores, suddenly flash burst open.
loud rumbling sound.
A raging amount of violence with wind and fire of two different attributes scattered., the wind flames interwoven, instantly turned into a pillar of fire rushing to the sky, and rolled wildly open.
Even though the skull was abnormally vicious, in the face of the scene, the hair could only be harvested. The black gas suddenly changed direction, and a circle of circumvented the fire column.
But just moments later, dozens of people had escaped and stuck their heads in trees large and small.
The flying skull whistled and distributed, suddenly the black gas suddenly mentioned the speed, but did not give up the intention to chase down.
Immediately, one breath went more than a dozen miles in front of the other.
Liu Mingsheng's body was very light and spiritual. Under the addition of light body surgery, his legs slightly pushed, and he could go away.
After being wrapped by black gas, the flying skull seems not to be the body of the entity. It can't avoid all the trees at all. It just rolls off and then moves straight through the hole in the tree.
Instead of pulling apart, the distance between the two became closer and closer.
Then suddenly the black gas burst and exploded. It was supposed to hide in the flying skull and disappeared.
Liu Ming's heart sank, his feet paused on the head of a large tree branch and took a deep breath. The silky green light appeared again, and a brand new vine coat covered his upper body.
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