Otherworldly Merchant

Neither necromancy nor yin and yang technique are good, but the specific method of implementation is different. In detail, they should all be of the same origin.

Just like a shady businessman, it's not just about Huaxia.

As the cultivation continues to improve and the experience continues to grow, I increasingly feel the immense responsibility I have!

At first, I only cared about Yin Xinyue, Li Mazi, Van, these people who were closest to me.

I was ashamed of my selfishness and short-sightedness when I learned of the presence of famous people from all over Siberia!

But after seeing Dao Bai crane, the great death of his predecessors, his eyes and heart widened again.

I will guard Yin Xinyue and Van Fan because I am the husband and I am the father, and this is my duty!

I must not let the Eight die in vain. I must fulfill my mission, because I am their expectation.

I can't watch innocent people get hurt by evil magic without moving, because I'm a shady businessman, and that's my job.

Now, once again, I realize a deeper level!

What do you mean, Lord of the Spirit?

Are people other than Warsaw living in the world?

If they die, can I just watch them stay motionless?

Someone is using such brutal and deceitful and despicable methods to incite them to kill each other, and endlessly carry innocent people into this hellish vortex, and I really have to do nothing, see nothing?

This is Imzai!

From the point of view of the master, he and I belong together. Although studying two different spells, I, as the contemporary master of the Nine Pylories, naturally want to clean up the portal and restore justice to the world.

By way of vengeance, it was the Black Eagle who caused the gray dove to come to his predecessor, so I will destroy him all! Naturally includes this more vicious and insidious apprentice.

Morally, I am a shady trader, regardless of geographic race, but anyone who uses evil tricks to hurt people's lives has a duty to act for Skywalker!

Even the above three are a bit vague, even fake sky.

But by far, my most definitive mission and responsibility is to kill Long Qingqing Qiu and destroy Longquan Mountain.

In order to accomplish this goal, I must also constantly improve and strive to make myself stronger!

I actually feel that my current fix has reached a bottleneck and it is difficult to go any further.

The only way is to keep looking for strong enemies and beat them continuously!

Imzai is undoubtedly the best goal.

Either way, this old man has to die!

I reorganized my thoughts and the charm clutter I carried, turned around and looked at the little nigger who loved the shoes so much, lowered his body and wiped both shoes clean for him, then closed his eyes, which led me to the square lobby at the end of the hall.

I was just about to step into the lobby and suddenly I heard a dull and hard voice.

The sound echoed in the hallway, cold and horrible, and with an unquestionable majesty!

Boom!

The sound seemed to have broken through some barrier, widened further and disappeared far away at the end of the corridor.

I paused and walked right in.

When I heard my footsteps, the people inside all turned back a little surprised.

When I retreated from dreaming, I sensed some change in the position where those people stood, most likely something had happened, except that the backlash was extremely painful at the time, and then I slaughtered the terrorists, the niggers who loved shoes as hard as they could, and I didn't have time to think about anything.

At first glance, Lin Zhenbang broke one arm. He was leaning against the wall with weak air. All that was dripping down was blood. He sprinkled it all the way to the high nose beam in the cowboy hat. The cut on the broken arm was neat and neat, while Lin Zhenbang's glasses fell on the ground.

Obviously, he did it.

However, the guy with the heavy machine gun also broke one arm, both left and flat.

The only difference was that the guy was still standing tall, physically and mentally, as if he had not been affected at all, except that the heavy machine gun had been cut in half and the incision was still neat and neat.

The three sacrifices formed a triangular formation.

The cross is in front, the three-toothed fork and the big sickle are left and right, this type of offensive is both ready, it's hard to say, are they going to attack or defend?

They were surrounded by a warped and deformed bullet from Huang Chengcheng and a deep ditch more than half a metre wide.

The guys dressed as Arabs hid behind Imzai and looked pale, some not very nice.

Ray Hauten and the tall nose beam with the cowboy hat, left and right, stood in front of Im, staring very nervously at the three great sacrifices across the street.

Ray Hawthorne's clothes on the left were shattered and revealed a fat burlap. The cowboy hat surface looked fine, but his left hand was shaking in darkness and a drop of blood was dripping down.

And that little old man, who I looked familiar with earlier, was long gone.

The old translator shrunk into the corner of the wall, hugging his shoulders and shivering all over him.

I don't know what just happened!

On the field, only Imzai never moved, not even lifted his eyelids, as if it were a stone statue.

I sweep the crowd, walking forward.

And the way these people look at me is strange.

At first, I thought I was just a little soldier who came to report something, but then I discovered that my eyes and pace were unusual and all confused.

The machine gun broke, and the only man left with half his arm shouted at me.

I don't get it, but I guess I do. I think it's to get out of here or something.

Of course I ignored it. Keep walking!

As soon as he saw me disobeying orders, he was angry, or maybe he had his arm cut off and had nowhere to vent. He shouted out and threw an iron fist at my face.

Don't look, he broke an arm, but both speed and power are incredible. Normal people can't hide from each other, and they can't handle this blow!

If he was an ordinary man, he wouldn't kill him this time, but he would definitely have a broken bone muscle and have to spend the rest of his life in bed.

If you don't ask indiscriminately, you can't blame me for being so vicious!

I kept walking forward, raising my hand and throwing out the intangible needle.

Like a bullet, he drilled in through his eyebrows, and then that big, round head blossomed like a watermelon!

Boom, blown flesh splash.

The guy broke his head and his body, like a meat roller, continued to rush forward with inertia.

Boom! Another burst charm swung his hand out.

The guy had more than 200 kilos of body that was immediately blown to pieces and scattered flesh!

I walked half a step, one step straight from the bloody rain.

Until then, people finally understood that this seemingly small soldier was a bad guy!

Lei Hao Tian's eyes were very sharp. At first glance, he saw that I was using a spell to blow up the body. This should be a technique only used by the Orient. He immediately asked half in shock: “Who are you? ”

“Jiuzhen, Zhang Jiulin!” I stood proudly in front of the crowd with my hands behind my back, saying word for word.