Chapter 1457: Destroyer, Liu Sinan (1/2)
In the demon city, the more and more soldiers of the funeral pavilion gathered, from the current situation, it seems that there is a possibility of Benwan.
The powerful magic envelops the entire city, so that the people who eat it are immediately aware that a **** storm will soon be staged!
How to do!
Then hurry up!
Because of this, when the men and horses at Funeral Pavilion were flying, the internal warriors rushed out of the city, fearing that they would be beaten into the fish pond when they hit.
Jun Chang laughed sitting on the street, and always kept the knife in his hand.
At this moment, he eagerly hopes to have more members in Funeral Pavilion, because if they are all wiped out and spread in the upper world, it may be worth a lot of prestige.
Besides.
When there are few people, you will lose with a hard knife. Only when there are many people will you make a profit!
Li Qingyang, Xiao Guiji, and others stood behind the suzerain, facing the siege of thousands of funeral pavilions, instead of having any fears, they smiled indifferently.
”This state of mind.”
Gu Zhaoxi secretly praised: ”Too strong!”
If he had seen the scene where Jun Chang laughed and used his hard-to-reach knife to kill and kill, he would be very calm.
”Whoo!”
”Woohoo!”
The manic and enraged city is vertical and horizontal, the war can be described as a trigger!
”Boy.”
A burial moon pavilion's nine-turn strong said coldly, ”With the Lord Rudder, you can leave your whole body.”
”Ah.”
Jun Chang smiled sneer: ”Let him go and kneel down.”
The eyes of the nine-turned-powerful man suddenly showed a strong murderous look, and angrily said, ”I don't know if you live or die!”
”Whoo!”
The members of the funeral pavilion gathered above Qiqi released Xiuwei, and the intense magic was more intense, as if turned into a roaring ghost.
Momentum suppression is most effective when there are many people on your own.
If the 100,000 disciples of Wan Guzong are present, they will certainly release their momentum to suppress the goal. Otherwise, how can they reflect the crowd?
”cut.”
Jun Chang sniffed with a smile.
The big scene is not unseen.
If you can frighten yourself and your disciples by momentum, wouldn't you let the king of the spirit of heaven see the joke!
Jun Chang laughed that there were hostages in hand. Although the funeral hall became more and more gathered, he did not immediately begin to work, so the two sides were apparently in a stalemate.
but.
Light consumption definitely solved the problem.
Therefore, after a few nine-turners have made eye contact, they immediately set two plans for attack and two for stealing.
However, just as they were about to start the operation, just as Jun Changxiao was preparing to smash the amulet, the sound of ‘stepping’ came from the aisle of the city gate.
In the environment where the magic air and the cold wind roared, the sound was very weak, but it seemed to contain some kind of power, penetrate the eardrums of everyone, and blend into the depths of the soul. It suddenly became very rhythmic and very crisp and loud.
The crowd turned their heads subconsciously.
”tread!”
”tread!”
Footsteps were still coming from the dark aisle.
Slightly, a middle-aged man wearing a slightly worn out robe and exuding a shawl came out.
The man was pale, with a sarcophagus behind him, bound by heavy iron chains and special spells, and looked a little scary.
”Backman!”
Gu Zhaoxi stared intently, ”Liu Sinan!”
As soon as this remark was made, the members of the funeral pavilion gathered over the face changed greatly, and fearful eyes appeared, including four nine-turn Zhuan-dan border!
”Ahem!”
憔悴 The middle-aged man gently took out the handkerchief, and coughed a few times, covering his mouth, his voice desolately said: ”Heavy magic.”
The delicate patterns on the handkerchief are obviously for women.
With a smile, Jun often felt a chill in his heart, and said, ”This guy doesn't have any special quirks?”
”I heard that the scholar said.” Gu Chaoxi said: ”The delicate handkerchief that Liu Sinan carried with him was used by the dead wife during his lifetime.”
Jun Chang smiled and wondered, ”Isn't the warrior in the upper world a single dog?”
”He has a wife.”
Gu Zhaoxi looked at the sarcophagus from an angle, and said with a serious gaze: ”Later, for unknown reasons, he was sealed in a sarcophagus made of special materials.
”Look!”