"Here is the Bodhi Tower, Bai Jinyi and the night feathers are here. Once you make a big move, you can't run!" The poison widow gathered all the spiritual powers into the palm of his hand, and at the same time warned Long Qingfeng in the mouth, trying to win for himself. That does not exist.

"Bodhita...hehe." Long Qingfeng's hoarse voice screamed twice, and the voice seemed like a coveted old man, and it seemed to use the sound of a broken bellows for many years.

"You think why these interlocking stones are to be placed in the mountainside." Long Qingfeng was quite proud of the poison widow.

When the former poisoned widow went out to work, Long Qingfeng confessed that Mei Baoze could not be banned on this mountain, in order to prevent the process of using his own secretary to be discovered. Now Shimen has been sealed, even if it is strong. Don't even think about breaking the ban.

The poisonous widow's face reveals a bit of miserable whiteness, and she knows that she is fierce today, but even if she knows that she is dead, she has to fight for it!

"The doorkeeper, there is a secret, I have never told you, in fact, I am going to die!" The poisonous widow suddenly slammed out the right palm, and the red heart was insanely shot, the speed was fast, even if it was Longqingfeng. The rush to escape completely!

This is not pure spiritual power, but her blood!

Take the blood as a sacrifice, in exchange for a hit!

Uh... that red blood column directly penetrates the shoulder of Long Qingfeng, the defense of the strong peak of the spirit, and the **** hole is blown by the poisonous widow!

At the same time, Long Qingfeng also shot, a black hand directly banned the poisoned widow's entire upper body on the barrier, the eyes burning with anger.

"You dare to hurt me!" Long Qingfeng's scarlet eyes stared at the poison widow's face, his arm slammed, and the black dragon claws banned the poisonous widow and directly slammed it on the pillar of the stone chamber. !

When the poisonous widow's body touches the spirit stone, the limbs are softened instantly, not really sour, but the powerlessness of the body's spiritual power being pumped away.

The black dragon claws also instantly changed shape, turning into three spiritual ropes to completely bind the poisonous widow's body to the bound stone.

"Long Qingfeng, I will not let you go ghosts!" The poison widow knew that she was finished, her charming face began to get smashed, and there were some wrinkles on the skin.

Just as she used blood as a sacrifice to show her secrets, her loss was too great. The appearance of drinking human blood usually produced a little aging.

"There are more people waiting for you in hell." Long Qingfeng responded with a low and dumb voice, regardless of the injury on his shoulders. His figure was floating and stood in front of the nine bound stones.

Long Qingfeng’s hands were printed, and a group of black spirits gradually rose from the palm of his hand. At the same time, the eight pillars of the spirit were screaming at the same time, and the eight spirits bound in the pillars of the spirits began to struggle. Trembling.

The eight refining pharmacists looked up at the sky, and the round eyes were gradually covered with the same black power of hair.

When the black spirits invaded the pupil, the skin of the eight refining pharmacists quickly became dry, and a blood column was lifted from their tiny mouth and nose, forming eight parabolic lines in the air and collecting them behind the poisonous widow. On the column.

As the eight refining pharmacists were smelted into corpses, the sacred pillars behind the poisonous widows turned completely from black to red.

"Long Qingfeng, you must not die, you must not die!" The poisonous widow seems to have all the spiritual power in the body, and the sounds are low and dumb, and the head is full of hatred.