Demon’s Diary

Peng Yue knew he was invincible to Ouyang Qian's sisters, and he took the initiative to give up this book.

“Jiao Jiao, counting Peng Daoyou as an intellectual, but save us from doing it.” The young lady in the green shirt finally regained some of her remaining frustration and said with a smile.

Ouyang Qian similarly smiled, Lotus walked a few steps forward, held up the book and began to read it.

This time, the two sisters seemed to have stopped at this inheritance site, but with this book, they finally did not return empty-handed, and when they left the place, there was a great opportunity to find other inheritances hidden in the secret.

Therefore, Ouyang Qian has always appeared to be unhurried.

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Inside Qingshi Square on the other side, when Liu Ming and eight other people entered the Falun Formation in full steps, the golden light around the Falun Formation condensed into a straight golden curtain.

Looking away, it was like a giant golden cylinder, standing in Greenstone Square.

Naturally, those who can persevere all the way here are not generalized!

Several people looked at what was happening around them as if they were blind to each other, sitting on the floor, sitting quietly with their eyes closed.

At this very moment, over the ground at the center of the Fretilin, a sound of music was heard and quickly diffused throughout the light screen.

Liu Ming only felt a tingle in his ear, his heart trembled, suddenly he felt a feeling of restlessness and restlessness, and very strangely couldn't wave away.

Liu Ming opened his eyes in astonishment, only to realize that there was nothing in front of him. After perceiving a trance, he faintly returned to the original murderous island. In the midst of the drift, he became a young child of several years old, and went through the scene of the first encounter with Uncle Qian on the island, as well as other kinds of suffering for nine dead and lifetime.

In a short time, he returned to the deserted island after more than a decade of experience and reappeared in front of the barbarian ghost sect. The scene of the opening ceremony remained astonishing.

The next moment, when the image turned, he appeared in the land of experimental secrets of the year. After a blur in front of him, the Optimus Demon's hand came after him.

This scene of horror flashed in front of Liu Ming's eyes, leaving him with no time to think at all.

Liu Ming suddenly tightened his heart, and his mind seemed to move purely.

He was astonished to inject his full body power into the locks of the soul, and when a cool meaning spread through his body, he calmed down again.

But that feeling turned away, and after he had seen it, he went back to the scene where he had been bewitched for the first time.

Though it's all just a few broken memories, it's all the most fearful thing that's hidden in its heart.

Liu Ming, who seemed unable to sit on the tray, closed his eyes and the bean-sized sweat beads over his forehead continued to slide down.

Knowing that these were illusions, he was suddenly eager to skip them quickly, but the images became clearer.

When he saw that expressionless “demonized willow" again, a thought of killing suddenly grew in the bottom of his heart, and after two abusive laughs, he had to stand up independently.

At this moment, Liu Ming suddenly burst into a buzz.

After a spiritual, his eyes suddenly flashed a little bright, a shock, bite the tip of his tongue, the intense severe pain instantly disengaged him from the hallucination, eventually did not rise, but he couldn't help but get up cold sweat.

Liu Mingxin read the electric revolving room, hurriedly releasing the divine knowledge into his body, under his inner sight, found that he was honest under the suppression of Nine Heavenly Divine Thunder, without any sign of escape.

Everything I felt before was just a hallucination!

He immediately took a deep breath and hurried to call the magic fanatics in his body into the locks of the soul, without hesitation instilling the spiritual power of the middle-class intellect into his sea of consciousness without reserve.

Suddenly, the source of the cooling power of silky hair constantly evaporates from the sea of divine consciousness and forms a transparent shield that is impervious to ventilation, firmly protecting the mind.

In this way, Liu Ming's heart only slightly loosened.

But at this moment, a strange melody flourished in his ear, and his mind, after a blur, again went through a scene against the sea demon emperor, the blood prince and the Golden Barbarian ancestors,

This time, Liu Ming's similar battle drill in mysterious space illusion made it easy to cope, and his face gradually calmed down.

“Kill! You all die!” A roar burst from side to side.

Liu Ming broke away from the illusion in shock and glanced at him, but saw that the voice came from the ugly youth of the Magic Sect.

One pair of eyes has been replaced at this moment by the colour of madness, and while still sitting on the floor, their hands dance in chaos.

The next moment, the ugly young man suddenly burst out of the sky, the black gas rolled around, covering all the shapes, “shudder” sound, a shadow from the black gas rushing from the sky, dancing in his hands, striking a shadow of black palms of various sizes in all directions without purpose.

“Pfft” sounded, the next method arrayed a quick roll of gold light, wrapped the figure in it, the space fluctuated together and disappeared without a trace in France.

It was only a half-hour before they entered the Law Front, when a man of exceptional strength came forward without holding back the idea of killing his head.

Liu Ming saw this and was horrified.

Obviously, at this level, considering the limits of mental strength tolerance, the relationship with the strength and weakness of the Divine Spirit is not very large.

Liu Ming continued to inspire spiritual strength to resist the strange melody of ear music, while sweeping the eyes of all around him.

But when I saw the purple-haired man of Beidoukou, a copper clock filled with light purple spirits was suspended over his head, shaking gently with the wind, releasing a circle of ripples into the void around him, protecting his surroundings.

The purple hair sits in it, a feeling of relaxation and calmness, seemingly unaffected by that strange sound of music.

Tiangongzong's robe man, already sitting on a silver car, his eyes closed, obscure spells in his mouth kept coming out.

The eight puppet golden horses pulling the silver car's surface soared up eight pieces of golden glow and wrapped it with the whole silver car, obviously not much affected by the strange music.

The young lady in the green coat of the college sat on the legs of the original site, holding a roll of ancient books with a light blue flash in her hands, always with a faint smile on her face, her eyes as calm as a windless autumn wave, for everything around her as if she had not heard, only to focus on reading the book roll in her hand.

Luo Tiancheng on the other side and the Demon Valley Eagle Face Man on that day, but obviously no more than a few people so tolerated.

Although Luo Tiancheng still sat on his knees, his eyes were almost replaced by red, his mouth hissed low, his surrounding silver tiger circled, his arms burst, constantly bombarding the ground.

Every punch can cause the earthquake to roar, but there is blood on the fist, although all the wounds recover instantly, and the residual blood on the surface still shows the extreme cold.

It is also unclear what material this bluestone ground is made of, and under such intensive boxing strikes, a slight trace is left behind.

Luo Tiancheng seems to be reluctantly relying on only a hint of reason to force himself not to stand up by constantly draining his body's powers.

The eagle-faced man was a green and red, full of pain. From time to time, bean-sized sweat beads slipped off his forehead. His hands continued to change one law and another. He did not enter a three-color spiritual bead suspended in his chest.

This spiritual bead surface symbol flows slowly, reflecting the blue, red, and white glow, and shoots straight into its eyebrow, seemingly like some kind of mental defense psychic device.

Nevertheless, the demonic monk who had once bombed two Taiqingmen elite disciples looked even more disgraceful.

Liu Ming shook his head, saying that Luo Tiancheng may still be able to persist, but this demon is clearly on the verge of collapse.

Unexpectedly, after only seventy or eight breaths, a crisp sound broke, and the three-colored spiritual beads on the eagle-faced man's chest burst.

After losing his mental defense apparatus, the demon persisted in only two breaths, then roared from the ground and danced with his hands and feet in the air, raising his hands and throwing his feet, almost like a madman.

A roll of golden kanxia similarly emerged from the above-ground array of law, instantly enclosing the eagle-faced man and walking in the air.

When the demon repaired his mind again, he suddenly found himself in a strange stone room.

On the central stone table, there is a slightly yellow clapping book, not far from the corner, with a small white transmission array.

Opposite the stone table, the ugly youth of the Magic Sect is here, only to be imprisoned by a pale golden light, for a time still unable to move.

But the moment the eagle-faced man appeared, the golden light across the street split apart.

After a glance at each other, they almost did not hesitate to strike simultaneously and fought in the stone room.

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Green Stone Plaza.

After ugly youth and eagle-faced men left, there were only five left on the field: Liu Ming, Purple Haired Man, Silver Car Man, Young Green Lady and Luo Tiancheng.

The next time, it seemed to pass unusually fast, and when the moment was full, the strange music suddenly stopped and stopped coming out.

Liu Ming opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath in his heart, stopping the locking of the soul and the addition of chemical insects.

Luo Tiancheng's face was pale and sweaty, his fists were almost completely wrapped in black and red blood, a pair of energy loss did not look light, but when he found himself through this level, his eyes were full of excitement, his fists trembled, and he immediately stood up.

The young woman in green, the purple-haired man and the young man in the silver cart took the apparatus and stood up as well.

The next moment, Liu Ming and five others, only felt the slight tremor of the Pharaoh at the bottom of the foot, the sound of a broken sky,

Five golden light columns, rough as buckets, suddenly swept from the ground and vanished every roll of the five into the formation.