Demon’s Diary

Liu Ming saw the scene in the distance, but his body moved, and a few flashes reached the void far away from the number of lean men.

The lean man had just sounded a call for help to his other companions on the hill, but at first sight, he couldn't help but jump, but immediately his heart must have laughed coldly:

“But this protection, even if attacked with a psychic device, is not breakable at half an hour. Even if you have the means, you can't do anything about it. ”

And at that moment, the shadows of the people on that side of the mountain shook, and all the remaining spirits stopped attacking the fog sea, and led by the old man of the blue spot, their loves rose up and flew this way.

Liu Ming just smiled slightly, suddenly one hand in front of him emptiness, a "puff” sound, a little red light appeared in front of him, quickly converged into a red fire ball, and instantly the wind swelled, turned into a huge huge thing like a basin, then hurled hard at the seven-color screen, but he instantly reflexed back.

“Great Success Fireball Technique! ”

When the lean man saw the scene, he was frightened, but he could not escape nature in the light screen. He could only roar, one mouth, spraying several groups of sperm blood into the light screen.

Countless lines of blood suddenly appeared in the seven-color screen.

“Boom” sound!

The giant red sphere fell on the mask, the momentum burst open, the rolling flame instantly submerged everything within the length of the square circle, a hot breath rolled in all directions.

The other cultivators who rushed to see this scene could not help but slowly transform into one of the shapes.

After a moment of work, the flames in the air dissipated, revealing an incredibly thin seven-color light screen that seemed to break at any moment in a slight flash.

The lean man, though pale in complexion, was unharmed inside and finally smiled slightly at the sight of himself.

“Ha ha, it's all right. Even the great success of the fireball technique can't do anything about it. ”

But as soon as he exited, suddenly the blue light flashed in front of his eyes, and a sword came out of the sky with no sign. The seven colours of the light screen only crisp sound, and it broke into bits of spiritual light.

The lean man exclaimed and tried to escape, but it was too late.

Just as the cold light passed from the neck roll, a skull rolled down.

At this time, Liu Ming retracted the bluntly chopped green sword and looked coldly at the other five spiritual disciples flying in the distance.

As for the hundreds of ordinary gas refiners, they had long been scared to go far away and dare not come any closer.

“Great Flare of Full Boundary! What a great means. You are a late spiritualist. You also use Chinese spiritual instruments, right? How come I've never heard of Bai Ling in the middle and such a powerful guest secretary?” After other spiritualists saw Liu Ming slaughter two lean men in one breath, there appeared a sense of hesitation and fear on his face. Only the old man with blue spots remained calm and calm in his questioning.

“It is true that Gansu had just joined Bailingju a short time ago. Looking at the look of your friends, whether you want to make way or not, you have to keep fighting.” Liu Ming replied unemotionally.

“Well, since Your Excellency has appeared here, they must have been less fierce out there. During this time, four of my companions were slaughtered by you before and after I waited. Do you think this matter can be easily stopped?” The old man with the bruises laughed furiously when he heard the rumors.

“In that case, there's a move to make. I don't know if any of you are going to fight alone or have a mixed fight together. I can see that there are eighty-nine Taoists who are also late spiritualists. I should have some confidence in my strength.” Liu Ming stared at the old man and suddenly grinned.

“Mixed battle, by yourself?” The old man with the bruises first frowned.

“Since we are in a mixed war, I can't tell you how to call a helper.” Liu Mingfaintly said, with one hand slapping a leather bag between the waists, a black gas suddenly came out of the roll, rolled a stiff, and then gathered a few feet of long bone scorpion next to him.

The scorpion's two forelocks were just a slight pinch, and a layer of purple mist appeared on the body, while the elongated tail hook behind him swayed slightly, and immediately burst into a shadow with a few stinging spikes.

This scene not only makes the other spirituals look pale, but even the elderly with bruises change their complexion.

By the sheer appearance of this scorpion, anyone knows it's definitely not easy to mess with.

“I didn't expect to see such spiritual worms around Daoyou. In that case, Your Excellency, as long as the old man is able to take his best shot and is safe. I'll take the lead and get people out of here right away.” After a gloomy and uncertain face, the old man finally made his decision, he said.

“Strike! Hey, hey, no problem, Daoist, do it.” Liu Ming said with a chuckle.

“Hmm, Your Excellency, be careful. ”

The old man with blue spots saw this, and his heart was more angry. When he slapped the green wooden box behind his body with one polite hand, the sound of the sound sounds suddenly sounded. Thirteen cold blades flew out of it and danced around his body.

“Spiritual set! That's really rare. No wonder Daoist is so confident. ”

Liu Ming clearly looked at the thirteen strange thin blades, but said two strange words, but also threw the blue sword in front of him, single-handedly squeezed it out a little.

After a short sword slipped around, countless green sword shadows suddenly emerged. After a sudden rise, it turned into a round of i blurry green circle appeared, blocking Liu Ming behind.

The old man with bruises saw this, his heart was astonished, but also his hands were pinched, his mouth kept reading words.

At that moment, the thirteen blades of light flourished, and then shivered, turning into a straight cold line of laser across the face.

There was only a cracking sound!

Thirteen blades faded into a white python, shaking the tail of a head stuck in the center of the full moon.

After only listening to the "Tinker Bell” noise, the blue light cold light interweaved, the Python illusion instantly collapsed, and the thirteen blades of flying blades opened with a shock.

After the green full moon surface fluttered, a blurred reproduction returned to the green short sword appearance.

The old man with blue spots single-handedly, thirteen blades instantly lasered back, his eyes swept on several blades, his face suddenly heaved and he turned and flew away without saying a word.

The other spiritual disciples saw this, some unexpected, but immediately followed after looking at each other in opposition.

The hundreds of gas fighter samurai on the ground, even more "boom”, pulled their legs down as did the practitioners in the air.

“The old man is wise, otherwise it won't be that easy to slip away for a while.” Liu Ming witnessed the scene, slightly surprised, but did not go after it after a slight hesitation. Instead, he shook his head and said to himself.

That's when he glanced at the misty sea.

……

“Old Yang, we really went back like this. In that case, it would be difficult to explain to the Nine Princes. After all, the Nine Princes attach great importance to this operation.” A 30-year-old black-faced man pushed the gray clouds under him to the old man's side and lowered his voice to ask.

“If you don't leave, will you really let my husband and this man die? Or do any of you volunteer to haunt this guy so he can break the line? Besides, those four elephant Vajra arrays can not be broken in a moment and a half. I will stay there and the other party will only get more and more reinforcements. I'm afraid it won't be possible to leave again! Besides, this man is far more powerful than you can imagine. Even if the old man handles it with all his strength, he's probably not his opponent.” The blue-faced old man glanced at the black-faced man. Smiled.

“Old Yang joked. That blow didn't work, but that's not all you used to do. Depending on each other's age, although they are also late spiritualists, how can it be that you are too old to possess all your powers?” The black-faced man sniffed and laughed.

“Hmm, what do you know, look at my swallowtail blade and say it again.” The old man snorted and grabbed the wooden box behind him with one hand. He grabbed a flying blade from it and shook the blade in front of the big man.

“This is...” The black-faced man gazed and couldn't help but suck in a cold breath of air.

On the edge of that strangely thin, short-edged blade, Heran added a bean-grain-sized opening.

“Do you understand now that the other party has not only fixed it as a means, the short sword in hand is more than ten times the medium spirit apparatus, even if the old man can rely on the power to take this person, this set of swallowtail blades can not be saved by 89.” The old man with the bruises coldly said.

“Chinese spirit apparatus? This is for ordinary spiritualists, I didn't expect this person to own this treasure! If we did it together, could we...” The black-faced man muttered, showing a hint of greed on his face.

“I know what you're thinking, but don't think about it. Not only is this man powerful, but the smell of the spiritual worm next to him is astonishing, even if we work together to siege most of them, we can't help each other. What we need to do now is return to Prince Nine the matter of one more powerful Latter-day Spiritual opponent among our enemies. Let's see if he's really the guest of the Bailings, or if he's with the Three Kings. Suddenly there is such a powerful opponent, the Nine Princes cannot blame us too much.” But the old man did not hesitate to interrupt the Mandarin language,

“The lesson of Yang Lao is that I did have some delusions just now.” The black-faced man heard an exhilarating remark and said with all due respect with a hug of fist.

And the old man nodded, no longer said anything about putting away the short blade in his hand, and continued to fly forward.

……

Liu Ming single-handedly suddenly took the two blue fowl puppets suspended in the void close to the front, and then after a slight examination, suddenly slapped each other in a protruding part of the back of the fowl.

After a burst of clutter, the two woodbird puppets immediately reshaped into two blue spheres.

Liu Ming smiled slightly and put the two spheres together. When he was about to examine the bodies of the two lean men again, the rolling fog sea in the distance suddenly scored one point, coming out of the middle carefully.