Chapter 222 (1/2)

”You” spirit was stunned to find that the blood color on purple Frost's face retreated rapidly. And their wounds are healing. What he can't stand most is that others share for himself, especially women.

”Nothing, we have to find a way to escape.” zishuang smiled sadly, just like the plum blossom in February, with the beauty of withering.

”Dismantle the iron monster first.” Lingjun didn't say much, cutting off his connection with zishuang.

”Lingjun, what shall we do?” said a young voice.

Ha ha, little gun soul. Lingjun sent the purple frost to the jade ring, and the killer gun has turned the prison into a sea of magma. The spirits release the fire and divine power of nirvana. ”Small gun soul, swallow it.”

”Bang bang”, the steel monster in the magma stirred up huge waves.

”Bang”, clatter.

Lingjun summoned eight hot hell. Infinite flame and slow magma together imprison the steel monster.

”Roar”, the troll whispered, releasing its anger. Lingjun and small gun soul also showed all their strength. The fight lasted a long time.

The struggling Troll finally calmed down. The iron cord, which could not be burned, melted gradually.

”Hoo”, the killer gun is hung high above the magma sea, and the explosive suction recovers the magma.

The lava flows like a hurricane into the killing gun. Just when the killer gun was finished, Lingjun Shua put it into the jade ring.

If there is any safe place, it must be jade ring.

”Hoo”, the prison is calm again, and the damaged ground is healing. The spirit heads hanging in the air are incomparably large. This posture, the iron rope is not dead?

Clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank clank. But it has changed its shape.

The appearance of the iron rope is the same as that of the God killing gun. Can this imitate?

It can not only imitate, but also soak magma.

”Poof poop” and ”Pooh Pooh”, Tiesuo ignored the consternation of Beijing opera, as if he were warming up. After several times of huff and puff, the gun head is turned around, pointing straight to the average.

Call the floating light again. Light up the prison like a lamp.

”Bang bang”, Lingjun just saw that the shooting around the prison was full of viscous liquid.

Shit, is this the stomach of something? Lingjun can't accept it. This is the stomach. What's outside? What is the whole four domain source?

”Lingjun!” shouted the iron gun.

Uh, want to talk to me?

”Why did I miss you? It's impossible.” the iron gun was puzzled.

Missed me? Lingjun said, ”you've missed more people.” he didn't want to stay in one stomach.

”It's not too late to catch you now.” the iron gun shuddered out dozens of shots and surrounded the spirit in the blink of an eye.

”All spirits are buried.” ”Hoo”, roar, and all spirits launch the king's highest ghost skill.

”Hiss”, a powerful amount of blood pulled the spirit into a bony old man, but the eyes were beating with ghost fire.

”Any attack is useless to me.” the iron gun calmly swam among the spirits. Really undisturbed.

”Hoo”, ”bang”, a gun flashed to Lingjun, and the gun body swept away and beat Lingjun away.

The body didn't land, another shot was hit.

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang.

”Alas, why did you come so early.” ”boom”, the guns merged and the spirits were all pumped away. The sigh showed that he had had enough.

Lingjun has not had time to respond to the landing, and the surrounding space has changed. ”Heaven and earth are the furnace, nature is the tripod, and the Holy One is the fire to refine the essence of time and become the supreme Dharma body.”

”Bang bang”, when he calmed down, Lingjun sat dozens of old people in front of him. Their bodies are burning.

”This is the real body of the old monsters?” is the division and imprisonment just to stimulate their fighting spirit? To take away the power of life?

”Boom”, ”boom”, ”boom!” a thunderstorm suddenly blew up in the sky, and dozens of old people moved at the sound of the wind. All of them burst out with terrible forces, and the tacit understanding was amazing to blast to the thunderstorm.

Well, I see. Planned prison break! Nima knew she wouldn't work hard. He pawned a gun for nothing.