C611 (1/2)

”You want to die!”

Zhen Ling was stabbed a knife, immediately reaction, a palm to the middle-aged man.

He is a strong person out of the body. His magic power has been practiced to perfection. Even if he is seriously injured, he can still easily kill the person in front of him.

However, when his hand reached half way, the original solid magic power collapsed.

Zhen Ling slightly Zheng, suddenly the whole body a burst of numbness, paralyzed in the ground.

”Don't struggle. I know that you are a strong out of body situation. You specially use the best bone powder. Within three breaths, you are imprisoned and turned into blood and water. ” The middle-aged man said calmly.

Zhen Ling raised his head with difficulty, and his face was ferocious: ”kill me, you don't want to leave alive.”

The middle-aged man disdained to say: ”I am the owner of the household, and you are equal in status. Even if I kill you, the big battle of protecting the family will not interfere.”

In Zhen Ling's eyes, resentment and unwillingness finally turned into a trace of despair.

He felt that his muscles and bones began to melt.

If it is a head-on confrontation, he can never give others a chance to get close to him.

However, even if he wanted to break his head, he could not figure out why the middle-aged man in front of him wanted to kill him.

”Even if I die, I will hold you on your back!” Zhen Ling's eyes suddenly showed a cruel look.

Whoosh!

From Zhen Ling's eyebrows, a group of dark shadows suddenly emerge and rush towards the middle-aged man fiercely.

The dark shadow, however, is just a shadow, illusory and unpredictable.

”The soul out of the body is worthy of being a monk out of the body.” The middle-aged man took a look at the admiration.

Suddenly, there was a crack in the middle-aged man's forehead.

The crack became more and more split, and finally the head of the middle-aged man was split.

After the middle-aged man's head split open, from inside unexpectedly drill out a group of black ferocious ghost.

The ghost has six arms. It has two sides of a face, weeping and grinning.

”You are not Zhen Fu, who are you?” Zhen Ling's soul trembled and turned to escape.