Chapter 42—The Princess of the Mozu

The fifth floor of the Hongri Cave.

The entrance is a high platform, a strong magical atmosphere filled, Xuanyuan took the lead, rushed to the edge of the high platform, saw the scene in front of me, my heart was shocked.

Immediately after Xuanyuan's Yan Ziyun, Lone Star, and a true disciple, one by one saw the scene before, could not help but look shocked.

The real blood is drifting, and the corpses are all over.

Numerous demon corpses lie on the ground, among them Xuanyuan, they did not encounter the Yaksha, the scales of the whole body up and down black and white, it is obvious that the defense is amazing, at least the Mozu who has the power of the fighting king.

The piles were densely packed. In the distance, I saw the wind cracked on the dragon scale horse. I was struggling with a man with a tomahawk in my hand.

Black sè vindictive and gray sè violently slammed together, the wind cracked with a long gun, this long gun named 'wind rifle', is a top grade, powerful, with the magic of the wind cracking means Under the attack, the technique of attacking and killing is vividly reflected.

Wu Ming saw this scene, but also couldn’t conceal his shock. It really is the true disciple of 'Dragons of the Dragons', although the wind is cracked in the 'Dragons of the Dragons' true disciple, the ranking is only three Thirteen, but he is the youngest of the true disciples, and is very popular with many elders of the 'Dragons of the Dragons'.

Wu Ming also knows that Yuehua mén was once subjected to the 'Dragons of the Dragons' under the crack of the wind, and came to encircle the Hongri Magic Cave. This was found here, many people know, so he found it here. .

Wu Ming’s brain flashed through countless thoughts at this moment. Although he was a Yin family, he did not practice Yin Jiashen, and their identity was confidential. Wu Ming was not afraid of his identity. Lù, maybe something can be done or not!

In the distance, I only heard that a man with a tomahawk, who was extremely majestic, was defeated by the wind and cracked. After this man, there were ten people dressed in black robe drums. These people are the devils. Ghost spirit, you can use the vindictive means to display the magical means, to sacrifice, summon.

At this moment, ten ghosts revolve around an altar full of lines, and the enormous vindictiveness of the body condenses into a mark and enters the altar.

"Hey, ghost war, you are going to die today. I dare to kill my people when I am in charge of the inspection. Today, one of you will die." The wind is fierce and he has a two-meter long wind-gun. 'jīdàng, a black-haired flying, Junyi's face killing machine lù, two swords eyebrows into the 鬓, let the wind crack look heroic, unstoppable.

"The wind is cracked, you don't want to bully too much. If my Mozu wants to kill you, the people of Lie, the death and injury are definitely more than that. You should understand that sometimes the devils who lose their intelligence, we want all It is impossible to live under the jurisdiction. It is as if your Terran has not entered here often and hunt them. You should not be too overbearing." The brave man named Ghost War spit out a blood and angered.

"Hey, it’s not my family, my heart will be different. You don’t have to stay in your magic state, avoiding the misunderstanding in my native Dongzhou, and dare to be arrogant. Don’t think that I don’t know that you are delaying time, I see you. It is also possible to delay until a few times!" The wind cracked 咄咄bī people, the black hair rose, the dragon phoenix horse hit a ringing nose, the nostrils spewed two flames, the four hooves stepped, rolled up a mania, the wind and fire two vindictive Gathered together, the power of the wind to the ghost fight.

The fighting spirit of the black sè rushed out, and the battle axe in his hand was smashed out again and again, and the death and death resisted the wind crack. However, at this time, from the altar behind the ghost battle, a shocking rush came out. Blood, ten ghosts screamed:

"Blood ròu sacrifice, summon the projection! Lead the princess!"

Standing on the high platform overlooking all these Xuanyuan, clearly seeing countless demons, Yaksha, their bodies burned inexplicably, their blood penetrated into the ground, leaving only a glimpse of power inside Dan, Xuanyuan eyes light, immediately ordered Wu Ming:

"Wu Ming, hurry up and bring all of these Nedans to me. This is all money."

Wu Ming has nothing to do, but these Nedans are indeed able to sell a large amount of money. If he is replaced by himself, he will not miss it, but now it is searched, only Xuanyuan.

From Wu Ming’s palms, the huge vindictiveness converges into a huge vortex, turning into a huge suction, sucking the ones that are lying quietly on the ground, and counting them, there is enough One hundred and twenty people in the realm of the madness of the realm, the eight nights of the king of the night of the night, Nei Dan, this is indeed a huge fortune.

Feeling the vindictive b turbulence, the wind cracked back and saw Xuanyuan lead a dry disciple mén's true disciple to come here, and quickly ordered:

"Xuanyuan, let them retreat and withdraw from the Hongri Cave. Your mission has been completed. This is not the place where you can come."

Xuanyuan did not panic and took Nei Dan into the fighting ring, saying:

"Purple rhyme, you and Lone Star take them away, I have Wu Ming protection, no problem, I want to see here."

Yan Ziyun jumped directly to the Lone Star, without any nonsense, she knew that Xuanyuan absolutely did not do anything unsure, a order:

"retreat!"

The true disciples who came here are all strong players in the realm of fighting, but obviously they are not enough. Wu Ming has already reached the peak of the fighting king. Protecting Xuanyuan naturally has no problem, and the distance is far away.

The entire altar trembled almost at this moment.

An atmosphere of incomparable horror was released, and even Xuanyuan and Wu Ming standing at the entrance felt this breath.

"Dragon Emperor, this is the breath of the Emperor." Wu Ming whispered: "Come on, no longer go, it is too late, even if this is just a projection of the Emperor, I can not resist it."

Xuanyuan waved his hand and looked dignified.

"I am afraid of anything, the wind cracked the son did not run, we are still so far away, there will be nothing."

From the altar, countless symbols entangled, blood and sky, and finally condensed a figure of nv, I saw nv wearing a flame red makeup, a long flame-like dance, jīng to the devil yàn beautiful The face, flowing with endless charm and yòuhuò, a white xiōng脯, high up, in his xiōng mouth blooms a black sè magic lotus, giving people a very fascinating feeling, a pair of straight and long yùtuǐ Point in the air, touching.

A force of the illusion of the mind, spread, Wu Ming did not fear this power, but Xuanyuan's strength is not high, for a time, caught in an endless illusion, a wonderful nvxìng, luǒ Body entangled in one's own body, rough and low yín, charm huò Xuanyuan.

However, at this time, the heart of the Xuanyuan body y ù ù 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 ù 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 猛 ù ù ù ù ù ù ù ù ù ù ù Woke up, my heart shocked:

"What is this magic!"

However, at this time, the wind crack still held the ‘wind spirit gun’ and sat on the dragon scales. The black hair fluttered and looked at the nv in front of him.

"The long princess of the Magic State Dynasty, although you have reached the realm of the Emperor, but this is just a projection of the Emperor, can you help me?"

However, at the moment when the wind cracked the voice, a very cute nv child came out from the teacher's side. It looked like a porcelain doll and was very cute. The body was a little xiǎo, but the singer's former nv peak was It is more full than the teacher, a pair of scorpions watery, full of sincerity, purity, a pure black sè robes wrapped around the wonderful body, slim waist, tilted tún, the body is perfectly outlined, this Nv child is the standard child language ** ǎ 萝 萝 Loli, people do not have a trace of hostility to her.

"Sister, there are a lot of warriors of our Mozu who are dead here. They are very pitiful." This porcelain doll-like nv child, with the Xuanyuan general xiǎo, soft and weak voice, gives people a very comfortable feeling.

"Well, xiǎo婠, use your fighting fire." The nv child, who was called xiǎo婠 by the teacher, flew out from the projection, and blended into the body of the teacher.

"Teacher, it is actually the devil xiǎo princess, 'Wan yào body' masters several kinds of fighting fire, a generation of refining yào master." Originally very proud of the wind crack, at this moment, God sè big change, double tu ǐ fiercely The clip, the wind of the whole body tumbling, and the dragon scale horse rushed back immediately.

"Hey, the wind is cracking, you are too insatiable, although I have just stepped into the realm of the Emperor, but a projection wants to deal with you, but it is enough." The teacher's face is cold yàn, yù arm lifted up, only the slender five fingers Open, from the fingertips, the five fingers of the thick vindictive, condensed with the invisible fiery wire toward the wind that has been rushing back all the way back, sprayed away. {飘天文学 www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}