Chapter 1104: tease (2/2)
In the south of Lingwu mainland, Mo Qing did not see the gods. Suddenly, his eyes showed a hint of anger. If he did not guess wrong, I am afraid he has already been played.
Then, the news that the three holy places have the return of the immortal monk is also a fake?
It’s also a fake for the North Xuan Mozun to break into the eternal life.
”It must be the Temple of War!”
Mo Qing made a long scream, and looked back at the direction of Xiaoyue and Zuo Linger who fled.
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”Oh, that big bad guy is gone, now it is his men chasing us.”
Zuo Linger looked a little surprised and looked at him.
”In the middle of the three battles, in the early days of the twelve warriors, we may have a battle.”
Xiaoyue turned his head and saw that Mo Qing’s figure was not found, and his eyes flashed a fine man.
”Linger, are you afraid of it?”
Xiaoyue whispered.
”Moon children, are we going to fight with them? Linger is not afraid!”
Zuo Linger immediately responded.
”That's it!”
Xiaoyue laughed a long time, holding hands with Zuo Linger, and stopped in the air. At this time, Mo Qing’s group also flew to them.
”Ha ha ha! Don't you escape?”
The three monks in the middle of the Daowian territory showed a taunting color on their faces. They looked at the eyes of the two women and flashed a greed. It is no wonder that Mo Qing, who was serious in front of them, was also tempted when they saw the two women. There is an inexplicable breath on the body, which seems to be a natural charm.
In the early days of the twelve battlefields, the monks were very serious. Although they had a slight change in their hearts, they could not show them at all. After all, these two women had already been designated as Mo Qing’s imprisonment.
”The two saints are not going to escape!”
”They are going to fight with the people of Zhu Xiantang?”
”I am afraid they are dangerous.”
Many people who have come to see the show, and who want to know where the Temple of War is in the way, are worried about Xiaoyue and Zuo Linger.
In the past few years, the two women walked in the rivers and lakes, and they have not lost a good reputation. They also made many small partners. At this moment, several small partners rushed over and panted to the second woman.
”Yueer sister, Linger sister, we are late!”
A total of eight people, four men and four women, cultivated between the fighting saint and the fighting emperor, but the age does not seem to be big, they are not the monks of the Lingwu mainland, but the young people who come out from all continents, because each A variety of reasons have come together.
”What are you doing, leave soon.”
Xiaoyue’s eyes flashed a bit of anxious color.
”We are friends, life and death together!”
Eight people sing.
”Oh, there are ants who dare to die.”
A mid-term monk in the battlefield was laughing.