Chapter 511： Blood Moon Helm Master (2) (1/2)
Chapter 511 Blood Moon Helm Master (2)
”go!”
As the first elite disciple changed his face, he immediately ordered it.
”Go?” The **** old man laughed loudly: ”Since it is here, it will become part of the body... and with me, fight the world and witness my glory.”
After all, the **** old man turned into a bloodstream, **** luster, and instantly enveloped everyone.
I saw that one of the disciples was covered by blood waves in an instant, and the body melted into blood and was absorbed by the bloodstream at a speed visible to the naked eye.
”Save... Brother... save... save me...”
The inner disciple, who was entangled in the bloodstream, reached out to the elite disciples, and the face was full of despair.
”Hey!”
The elite disciple took out a long sword and did not hesitate to move toward the bloodstream.
”boom!”
Under the sword, the inner disciple covered under the bloodstream, his body was crushed by the sword.
”Oh... Yunzong has not changed much since the millennium, and he is so ruthless, even his own people have not let go...” The **** tide has long since the elite disciples left the sword and left, so the elite disciples will only His inner-door division was killed and did not hurt the blood rudder master.
Soon, the blood of the earth was absorbed by the bloodstream, and the Gorefiend once again transformed the human form.
”Brother, this ridiculous land, isn't it... the headquarters of Xueyuejiao?!”
A Yunxiao Zongmen disciple, taking a breath, if so...
”Hey!”
Not waiting for the elite disciples to open, if the mountain-like giant shadow, from the top of the void.
”Booming!”
Everyone saw that a strong man with a height of several meters fell from the sky and instantly turned the inner disciple of the mouth into a meat.
”It's not the headquarters, it's a church.” The strong man got up, his huge figure, as if he had covered the sky, saying that it was a giant, nothing.
The strong man has a red fruit upper body and a chain of human skulls hanging on his neck. Every inch of skin is like a steel cast iron, filled with the explosive power of the monks.