Soul!

Qiu Lao’s eyes are wide!

"I, I said, ah-"

Qiu Lao felt the spiritual power of the night feathers on his hand, showing his fearful eyes, and then he wanted to confess. It was already late, and the exercises in the night feathers had begun to work.

Searching for the soul, the extremely cruel way recorded in the poisonous spirit!

The souls of the soul-hunting are extremely painful, and the whole soul will be squandered, and the memory will be stripped out a little bit. It is more than the pain of the night feathers practicing the exquisite method.

Qiu Lao saw with his own eyes that a subordinate was used to display the soul of the king of the palace, and the nine-order powerhouse finally died alive!

"what--"

Qiu Laokou made a non-human scream, and his hair was horrible.

In the night, the suffocating suffocation of the smoldering eyes, the memories of Qiu’s mind constantly appear in the mind of the night feathers.

This person, **** it!

Accepting a lot of memories, Yu Yu also knows the lack of things that Qiu Lao has done!

Call -

For three minutes, the night feathers and palms were removed from Qiu's forehead.

What the night feathers want to know, has been found out, and the headquarters of the king's palace is actually in the desert of Shata!

"Hey, hey!" Qiu Lao’s eyes were scattered, and the experience of just three minutes was more painful than killing him.

Boom!

The night feathers swelled in the palm of the hand, and the palms slowly lifted up. This Qiu Lao, for his own sake, has no use.

Suddenly, the night feathers changed.

Hey!

The night feathers burst into shape and plucked tens of meters forward in the blink of an eye.

Hey!

At the place where the night feathers were just standing, a black rifle was inserted.

"Small age, nine-stage intermediate, young and promising!" A cold voice sounded, and a black figure descended from the sky.

The night feathers looked at the mysterious man standing on the top of the long gun.

"Zhan, Zhan Lao." Qiu Lao on the ground looked up at the people who suddenly visited, and his eyes showed a hint of hope: "Save and save me."

"It seems that you are accomplices." When Yu Yu heard the words of Qiu Lao, the body's skill quietly worked.

The old man snorted and his body was floating on the ground. One hand and one stroke, the long gun fell into the hand.

Hey!

Zhan Lao did not hesitate, and a shot directly penetrated Qiu Lao’s head!

The night feathers slammed into a cold, and the corner of his mouth showed a sneer: "Once, you are so embarrassed."

"There is no one to repair the waste, and it will only waste food when it is kept." Zhan's old scorpion, a long gun in his hand slowly provoked.

Boom!

There was a thunder in the air.

The night feathers only felt that their chest was suddenly hit, and they stepped back three steps.

So strong!

This person is not the nineth order of the spirit!

"Under the age of twenty, the nine-order repair is, you are a genius, but unfortunately, you can only live to this day." Zhan Lao's momentum began to climb, and in the blink of an eye he exceeded the spirit of the nineth order.

The realm of Huang Ling! Absolutely the realm of Huang Ling!

The night feathers feel the pressure of the mountains, and the breathing becomes a little short.

Feel the less than 30% of the body's spiritual power, the night feathers smashed a cold, the flames under the feet, life and death, can only fight one!

Flame lotus platform, gathered at the foot of the night feathers.

"Today, you have to die!" Zhan's old voice suddenly chilled, on the side of the body, with a black pistol in his hand stabbing the chest of the night feathers.

Strong pressure! Can't hide!

The night feathers face changes dramatically, the realm of Huang Ling, is not the ninth order can compete!

The night feathers want to use the flowers, but under the pressure of Zhan, the night feathers can't do anything with their fingers!

The long gun is instantly enlarged in the blink of an eye!

Hey!

The eyes were dark, and the pupils of the night feathers suddenly enlarged.