Chapter 167 (2/2)

”Lying trough!” Murong was shocked.

In the cloud Chang heart turned over the huge wave: ”this is what supernatural power?”

”It's so strange that they were deprived of their senses!”

Bai Yinghuo looked at the figure that turned into a magic candle, and her pupils kept shrinking: ”this is... A kind of universal art, very strange.”

In a flash, everyone's crisis was relieved. Meng Xuan got up and began to rush to the direction where the lost immortal was.

”Wait!” In the heavy fog, the cloud is wearing Meng Xuan's fuzzy figure and shouts.

Meng Xuan's body stopped for a moment, and his head didn't return: ”what's the matter?”

Cloud Chang asked: ”who are you, can you tell me your name?”

”Haotian!” With that, Meng Xuan disappeared in their sight and got into the fog.

The lost immortal raised his head, his face showed the color of irony, he looked at the crowd, his eyes gradually appeared blood light, raised his hand.

The king of the golden winged night fork has the fastest speed. His golden wings are like metal casting. As soon as his wings unfold, he comes to the lost immortal. He looked at the cornucopia in the hands of the lost immortal and the ancestral tree beside him.

”It's mine!” The king of the golden winged yecha murmured to himself, what the Terran friars didn't understand. But everyone understood what he meant.

He was just about to step out and pick up the cornucopia and the ancestral tree. Suddenly he was stunned and stopped his crazy body!

Because he found that the body of the lost immortal was staring at him with a sneer in his eyes.

”Not dead!” The heart of the king of the golden winged night fork beat up. It's an archaic one. It's not dead!

Then came the golden robed guests. During the day, the deer riding monk and others were stunned when they saw the lost immortal!

Isn't the lost immortal dead?

The eyes of the lost immortal glowed, then slowly raised his arm, and his dry right hand suddenly opened. All of a sudden, five fingers shine, burst out five fingers sword!

Each one is more than ten feet long. It penetrates the sky and bursts out. It suddenly breaks through one of the king's wings!

The second finger sword pierced the shoulder of the deer riding monk, made a finger hole, and brought out a bunch of blood from the back.

The third finger hit the golden robed man's eyebrow, but was blocked by his mask. However, there was a finger hole in the mask, which almost ran through his head. The whole mask was stained red with blood.

And the fourth, it is the boom in the daytime from the arm, his arm breakdown!

In the fifth way, it broke through the chest of the six armed Zombie King and burst out a big hole. The thick dead air was ejected from the six armed Zombie King.

Five strong, by the body of the lost immortal hit, suffered a lot of damage!

Meng Xuan hides in the fog, looking at the state of the lost immortal, his eyes wrinkle.

There was a lot of dead air on the lost immortal. It seemed that he was dead. But behind him, there is vitality in the diffusion, the state is very strange.

”You are... Very well!” The lost immortal opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and harsh, as if he had not opened his mouth for hundreds of millions of years.

Then, in the eyes of all the people, the lost fairy stood up!