Storm of Kings

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"Do not!"

Seeing that the three-pointed two-edged knife pierced Bao Chong's body about to pierce his sister, Bai Xiaoqing broke out.

The Eagle Mountain Eagle is dead, Bai Duai is dead, and the four big men are dead. These people are the monks of the same period who have lived together for nearly ten years.

Although the defensive heart is indispensable, but in a closed environment, everyone has been together for ten years, even if there is no day and night facing each other, it can be regarded as looking up and seeing.

This kind of encounter has also gained a bit of affection, but they all felt pain and grief in their hearts because of the tragic sacrifice of the goat's head monster in front of them.

If his sister was also harvested by the monster in front of her, then Bai Xiaoqing really didn't know how to live.

He has only one family member left in the world. Isn't this desperate cultivation just to make his sister live happily?

At this moment, if you don't try your best, if you don't deflagrate your life, you will lose all meaning in life.

This is probably his obsession!

Bai Duai's promotion failed because his obsession was not strong enough.

"Ah ah ah, kill kill kill kill!" Bai Xiaoqing burned his life frantically, and the huge real power was injected into the hourglass of time, and immediately turned black and white within three miles.

At this moment, Yang Erlang seemed to be still, but his eyes flickered, seeming to break through the time limit in the normal sense, bringing black and white to his eyes, drawing out the sudden burst of figure.

"Asshole, damn, my body has suffered a serious injury. I can see him in time, but he can't keep up with his eyes." Yang Erlang knew not well, and shouted in his heart: "Erlang's eyes!"

In the buzzing sound, a group of shadows turned back in time.

That was the third eye he let out. He had already stared at the bird's-eye eagle, which was eagerly fleeing, but had to fly back to rescue him.

"So fast!" Bai Xiaoqing felt the change, knowing that he would be strong first, and then he would suffer, so he raised the sword.

The strength of the five elements casts a towering sword monument, and countless pieces of jade feathers are attached to the blade. This sword cuts both the body and the gods. In addition, the speed is like a shuttle, which is an extremely rare blow at the first rank.

"Crack..."

The sparks overflowed, and the blade cut through Yang Erlang's body.

The huge ram's horn pieces shattered, and the forehead was bleeding out from the vertical eyes. Yang Erlang could no longer maintain his human form and turned into a huge, terrifying black goat.

"Hey!" The weird cry spread out.

He Yang Erlang has not suffered such a serious injury since he got the Tao. Today, he must step this kid under his iron hoof, otherwise he doesn't know where to put his face.

"Not dead?" Bai Xiaoqing's face was pale. The blow just squeezed all his strength out. At this moment, every cell in his body was screaming. If the enemy is still alive, it is their brother and sister who died.

"Hmm..." Yang Erlang showed his true body, and just about to use his power with one step, he never thought of a red light sprayed on his forehead.

"Puff..." Three inches of magnificent and precious monster blood sprayed on the ground. Yang Erlang was slightly taken aback when he saw this scene, and then shouted, "It hurts me too!"

This is not physical pain, but mental pain.

The vertical eye on his forehead had long been broken in half, and it extended to the depths of his mind to cause a big ominous occurrence. However, he did not want to believe it. He just wanted to step on the iron hoof to destroy the scumbag youth in front of him.

However, if you die, you are dead. From the mind to the body is completely disintegrating, and the great horror of being stripped of life is on the side.

"Impossible, you are no more than the middle class of the first rank, and I am an invincible existence who is about to enter the demon saint. I am the demon saint who is about to compose mythology. How can I hurt my life?" Unwilling to roar and scream, but the sound is falling apart. Such a powerful monster clan could no longer maintain the body, and the flesh and blood collapsed into a huge mountain of meat.

Only at this moment, Bai Xiaoqing relaxed, fell to the ground and panted violently.

What frightened him was that the breath galloped along with his breath.

The first is the aura of those demon races, including the demon king who was killed before. Although breathing is normal, it feels that they are inhaled into the mouth, and it instantly evolves into a certain force surging towards the top of the head.

Then Bai Duai's brothers who were waiting for death also turned into indescribable breaths and drilled into the nose, finally converging towards the top of the head.

The last is the huge monster corpse in front of him, with a red light coming from his breath.When this group of red light rose up, thousands of lights and shadows flashed in my mind, and there was induction in the dark.

Bai Xiaoqing looked at her sister who had hurried to the front, and saw a cloud of black air covering her head. At this moment, she quickly pulled away like a thread. When she was close to herself, a change occurred immediately, and a small red bud grew on her head.

Seeing this scene, I immediately felt more understanding.

"This is the appearance of destiny. When the black air is enveloped, there will be a life and death crisis. Fortunately, the sprout on the top of my sister's head has begun to thrive! I just don't know what the top of my head has become." Bai Xiaoqing was seriously injured and passed out again.

"Brother..." Bai Xiaozhuo was shocked, using her half-pulse-cutting technique to perceive his brother's injury, the expression on his face became serious.

"It's a serious injury. Even the cultivation base has gone backwards. I need to find a quiet place to heal the injury."

"Hui Shentang, these injuries can only be cured with the help of Shentang."

Thinking of this, Bai Xiaozhuo picked up his brother and hurriedly flew towards the Shentang.

When she arrived at the scene of the battle, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The Shentang didn't go deep into the ground and still stood in the center of the battlefield.

According to other cultivators of the Shentang, I feel that I am not practicing enough and can follow the Shentang many times. However, there is a ceiling for the auxiliary ability of the Shentang, and it will be the upper limit if it is promoted to the middle multiplier like my brother.

"Let's go for another ten years! There is no retreat for these injuries for three or four years, so basically you don't need to think about recovery." When Bai Xiaoqing fell on the steps, he saw a figure floating on the left side, it was the embarrassed Queshan Eagle. .

"Seriously injured, I can only come back for another ten years to repair." Queshan Ying looked sullen.

"Okay!" Bai Xiaozhuo nodded, as Shentang waited for the next issue of "students", maybe during this period, he could collect a dead body for the Yang Erlang...

The situation here was mirrored on Zhou Lie's chessboard, and some more profound changes occurred in the chess path.

"The Lord of Time has survived a catastrophe, and since then he has the power to protect himself. Although he has seen some changes in fate, he chose the power of Time as the force to change the trajectory of fate. Then the Lord of Destiny? Really has the power to change fate, Where is the person who became the protector of destiny? I thought this person was Bai Xiaoqing, but the higher-level destiny didn't choose him, so I can't even survey it?"

Thinking of this, Zhou Lie picked up a black chess piece, thought for a long time, "slapped" it in front of Bai Zi, who represented Bai Xiaoqing, and muttered: "Time suggests to you that it will turn into a fleeting good or bad, and your wisdom makes you understand. There should be another outlet for life, just like the mighty torrent, there is music outside of the dream, and it blooms into a mysterious flower, enticing you to smell the fragrance..."

"Boom..." A group of men and horses were galloping on the Mufeng Plain against the bad weather, and their direction was the shrine where they had passed through the flames of war.