Demon’s Diary

Liu Ming watched under the attack of falling gold sand, Yu swimming blade surplus Satong Tian, his heart read a move, one hand clapped the soul bag between his waist, suddenly two black gas rolled out, and quickly lashed towards Satong Tian!

After the full smashing of the golden wire in the sky by the blue sword, Sathorn's face became loose and his figure shook, reflecting out more than a dozen husbands.

But when he looked up and saw the two dark fogs coming up, his face was once again astonished.

The fog is soaring and it is the flying skull and the bone scorpion, accompanied by two powerful breaths no less than the late condensate!

In the black gas on the left hand side, the scorpion rushed out before the flying skull, and the purple crystal stabbed the tail with a tremor and shot dozens of fine black lines.

On the other hand, the right hand flying skull is also unwilling to backward full of green emission, no less powerful than the scorpion.

Sathorn's face changed dramatically. He turned his hand and took out a water-blue wax. One crushed it and turned it into a shield to cover himself. At the same time, the blue flying sword in his hand flipped one by one, again ejecting dozens of light blue swords, and facing the two fine lines of black and green that had already reached the front.

A burst of metal rubbing ear sound came out.

Under the interweaving of sword and light, the fine lines of green light flashed apart!

Saturn saw this, the sword tactics changed, and the rest of the green sword qi turned into a number of size sword shadow, cutting off towards the bone scorpion without stopping!

The bone scorpion did not shy away from the giant sword and sword shadow.

“Bang” sound!

The giant horn came into contact with the shadow of the sword, and the scorpion flew straight out under a huge force.

Saturn's eyes flashed a hint of surprise. Under his swordsmanship, this scorpion giant leaves only a faint white mark, it doesn't seem to be injured at all!

Just at this moment, the flying skull has arrived, it is just a blur, it has been divided into nine parts, under the swing of the skull, a roll of blue silk came out, and wrapped Saturn sky apart from the shield a strict solid.

And Liu Ming was a flashing, silently appeared over Sathorn sky, just a little emptiness with one hand down, that is, when a little bit of gold flashed out nearby, another wobbled, turned into a giant silk mesh also rolled up.

Then a wave of dragons and tigers burst out. After the black air poured on Liu Ming's body, he simultaneously hallucinated two black mists and a black fog tiger. Then his arms moved, and suddenly the black fist was dense and numb, and it lashed downward like a storm...

After a few breaths, a green light flashed over an empty space outside the Phantom Palace, revealing the shadow of Saturn.

But at this moment, his eyes were closed, and he looked unconscious, and his gown was already broken, and his narrow cheek was also as pale as paper. As soon as he appeared, he fell straight down.

“Nephew Sha! ”

Happy Moon saw the situation, but immediately reacted, the sleeve jumped, a green light Chardonnay turned into a rehearsal roll, wrapped Sathorn's body under one wrap, and gently landed on the empty space around him.

After his eyes swept, his eyebrows slightly frowned and he took out the white jade beads again without saying anything, beginning to heal the wounds on Sathorn's body.

Not far away, Dai, a middle-aged man with a haughty college name, was standing in a shady face like water, and beside him, a young man with a business name lay beside him, and his broken legs had been picked up.

However, the junior disciples favored by the two strong Jindan realms came out with a scene of severe injury almost immediately before and after, leaving the gray-haired elders of the Thousand Allies Chamber of Commerce on the other side, as well as the many monks present, staring at the moment.

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Time flies by and there are only three days left before the closing of the Dome Palace.

In recent times, Liu Ming has killed several more phantom beasts in some halls. To this day, some of these remnants of phantom beasts even possess the strength of the early and intermediate crystallization, and some have some scars on them, which may have been left behind by previous battles with other monks.

To delight Liu Ming, every time these phantom beasts are killed, in addition to the magnificent beads that the phantom beasts themselves have dropped, they also receive some of the magnificent beads that their monks had previously collected and dropped.

This brings the number of beads in his storefront to as many as five or six hundred, including nearly ten silver beads, but only one gold bead.

On that day, when Liu Ming was in a hall and, as usual, killed an early toad-like phantom, his eyes glanced and suddenly found that the stone gate on the east side of the hall was slightly different from the usual, and the surface of the stone gate was covered by a dense and numb silver spiritual print.

After a moment of meditation, he slowly walked past and, after a slight hesitation, pushed directly into the door.

The next moment, the scene in front of him surprised him!

The view in this hall is quite different from before.

Most of the former halls, except phantoms and phantoms, were empty, while the size of the halls seemed to be related to the strength of the opponents encountered, and the stronger the opponents, the wider the halls would become.

But at first glance, the hall seemed to have no end in sight, and mountain trees and other attractions were complete.

On one side there is an open flat, seemingly dense forest in front of the flat, while on the other side there are several mountain peaks, the lobby is not at its top and a white cloud floats, leaving Liu Ming with the illusion that he is already outside the Birdwoven Palace.

Liu Ming was a little divine. Immediately, he rose up empty-handed and flew on a small mountain peak, carefully measuring everything around him.

At this point, not far away came a broken sound, with a hint of gold gleaming uncertainly.

As soon as he turned his mind, he jumped down from the top of the mountain, applied a little concealment, and quietly walked in the direction of the golden light.

A moment later, he arrived at another slightly higher peak and glanced at it, which made it clear.

Beyond Lish, one purple, one gold, two rays of light, chased in front and back over the dense forest.

In the purple light ahead, there was a familiar figure of Hannah. Liu Ming looked closely and couldn't help but say to himself, "It was her.”

The golden light in the rear suddenly disappeared in place, and the next moment, it appeared in front of the purple light, with a faceless expression, a young man in a golden robe and a golden sword in his hand.

The light in front obviously did not anticipate the scene. At a moment's notice, an ugly woman appeared. She was the purple clothed woman of the Ouyang family, with her sleeve flashed and a white flying knife shot out.

Then this woman, two hands never changed continuously, two or three times in a row to make several rulings, the flying knife constantly trembled in the void, the surface spiritual print flashed constantly.

Dragons roar all over the sky!

After a blade of white light flashed, it turned into a white Sensen dragon about a dozen lengths long. The squares on the body's surface reflected a dazzling glow. The green essence of the two eyes kept spinning, and the four giant claws were curved hooks that looked incredibly sharp.

“Go!”

The purple maiden scolds, and the young man in the golden robe is void finger.

After a circle in the air, the white dragon poured white flames towards the young man in the golden robe.

The young man in the golden robe saw this, but had no intention of dodging, but a long golden sword in his hand seemed to tremble lightly and a golden sword rolled out.

Leaving white flames and wild shelter across the street, the sword light was just a blur and unbelievably split onto its head.

“Boom” sound.

When the white dragon screamed, the squamous armor broke in inches as the golden sword curled, and it was restored to the form of a flying knife.

The girl in purple coat couldn't help but sink her face, with one hand and a flying knife flashing back into her hands.

Liu Ming was shocked when he saw the situation.

He looked clearly, and the white light that flew back into the girl's hand was exactly the shape of the magical treasure, Luo Yu knife.

Yet the youth fiction of the Golden Robe was just a random sword, crushing the dragon into pieces, and the strength was a little too scary.

Liu Ming was horrified, not yet thought of retreating or walking, but the young man of the gown walked slowly towards the purple woman in the void, at the same time an unspeakable momentum, without politeness.

The purple coat woman snorted coldly, and sometime she had added a small gold shield bearing the Tiger pattern to her hand. She threw it down gently, instantly turning into a huge, blocking her.

With the golden shield glowing, the surface suddenly emerged a circle of golden grain arrays, beneath the fine number, there were thirty-three times more, and the deafening tiger whistle suddenly came out of it.

On the gigantic shield, 33 golden spirits brushed brightly. After the golden light flashed, a golden tiger of two lengths jumped out of it, fiercely pounding directly opposite.

At the same time, the purple clothes woman's wrist trembled, she actually threw this shield against the giant tiger, the instant golden light was not surprising.

Golden bubble youth fiction, but only a long sword in the expressionless hand, cut out a golden sword light, and after a blur, sturdy cut on the head of a giant tiger.

“Boom” sound!.

Liu Ming only felt a shock in his ears. When he had not yet reacted, the bursting sound of heaven and earth poured wildly into his head. His heart swung and his eyes burst open not far away. He closed his flashing subconscious.

When he opened his eyes again and looked at everything again clearly, a ray of purple light was shining towards his location, inside the purple clothed women's sweat, a look of highway snatching, behind him, the Young Golden Robe fiction followed him more than a dozen times, not panicking.

In the still volatile golden light behind both, that superb spirit shield has been cut into two pieces and turned into two pieces suspended in the void. You can follow the dynamics of forgetfulness in real time by searching for the official Weixin account "Forgetfulness”.

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