Dragon Inside

As the invisible big hand slowly recovered, the whole world was caught in a strange death, only the four groups of bright red blood fog continued to scatter, like a drop of blood, very horrible !

Looking at the thick blood mist floating between the heavens and the earth, whether it is a cold child or a small fruit, the look on the face is horrified to the extreme, and the eyes reveal unbelievable as never before.

Especially the small fruit of the ink, the whole person stayed directly in the same place. As a melody of the spirit, he is more aware of the horror of the four black monks than anyone else. They are all the secret soldiers who have spent a lot of effort and training.

If it was for the purpose of hunting the chilling child, even if he was a Taoist, he had no right to call it. But the four black monks who were so horrible turned out to be pinched by the black robe youth. Blood fog, how terrible the other side's cultivation is, has already shocked the mind of Mo Xiaoguo.

Hey!

A shattering sound rang from the dead world, and the **** imprints left by the four black monks were all cracked in an instant, and the blood was scattered with the sky.

Until the four blood-colored imprints dissipated, Mo Xiaoguo was a singer, and he recovered from the stunned look. When he looked at Luoyang with horror, his figure flew toward the distant horizon.

At this moment, he was already scared by the means of Luo Yang, and he could not produce the slightest resistance. There was only one last thought left in his mind, that is to escape from here!

But when the body shape of the ink was just moving, Luo Yang, sitting under the lightning tree, suddenly snorted, and the sound was like a thunder, and it blew up throughout the world.

For a time, it seemed that all the heavens and the earth were angered, and a silent roar ran into the ink, so that he did not have time to react, and then flew straight out. When the blood in his mouth spewed, the chest was sunken. A large piece.

"I am disturbed to Luo's retreat, but I don't want to leave easily. Now I just want to go, it is not so easy."

Luo Yang faintly opened his mouth, his right hand suddenly gripped, and the small fruit of the ink seemed to be caught by an invisible big hand and flew directly to Luo Yang.

"Before... the predecessors were forgiving!! It was the younger generation who was reckless, and asked the seniors to look at their parents, and spare the younger generation this time!!"

Perceived the coldness of Luo Yang’s eyes, the heart of the ink was trembled, and he quickly asked for mercy in horror.

"Luo murdered, never estimated his identity, don't you say that you are just a Tao, even if you are the patriarch of the spirit, and you are provoked to Luo's head, only the end of death." Hearing the ink After the words, Luo Yang’s look was still calm and faintly said.

Although he was concentrating on refining the spirit before, but with his strong knowledge of the gods, naturally the first time these people entered the vicinity, they found their tracks. They also heard the words they had just said. Clearly, know the identity of this person.

And Luo Yang’s voice fell into the ear of the ink, but it made him look even more frightened, and his eyes were terrified. Even the chilling children on the side looked at Luo Yang with a strange look.

"Rom...Predecessors, the father of Mo Xiaoguo is one of the ancestors of the spirit of the spirit, a strong person who stepped into the heavens." After a moment of hesitation, Han Yuer still reminded.

"Do you want to be a monk in heaven?"

Luo Yang heard the words, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and even he did not think that the origin of this little fruit was so big.

If it is changed to other monks, Luo Yang will naturally not have much to consider, but the monks in heaven can be different. After being refined, Luo Yang is more aware of the horror of the monks in heaven and understands that he is doing his own cultivation. It is still impossible to compete with it.

Seeing that Luo Yang’s look was hesitant, the original heart of the ink was also quietly relieved. Although looking at Luo Yang’s eyes, he still had fear, but behind the fear, there was a touch of Deeply complaining.

"Predecessors, my father always has a son, loves me as much as I love it, and I don't hesitate to spend my life. I have left a guardian brand in my body. If my predecessors killed me, no matter where they are, my father will be aware of it for the first time. At that time, even if you were a master of your past, I am afraid I can’t escape too much."

Although Ms. Guo’s mouth still pleads, but the tone reveals a threat, as if it has been calmed down from the initial panic.

After hearing his words, Luo Yang’s eyes flashed, and the spiritual power in his hand suddenly broke out. When he pressed the ink to the small fruit quickly, the light in the body of the ink was flashing, and the branding of a monkey seemed to emerge instantly. On the other hand, a powerful atmosphere broke out, far beyond the fluctuations of the spiritual world!

"Sure enough, it is the means of the Taoist priests, although it is only the beginning of the heavens, but the pressure is far from being comparable to the spiritual monks." After the eyes swept quickly from the mark, Luo Yang's brow wrinkled more and more tightly.

Although his cultivation is enough to break the brand and kill the ink, but it will alarm the other ancestor, and even if he is, there will be no small danger.

"This time, the younger generation is reckless. If the seniors are willing to be generous and let the younger leave this place, the younger generation will definitely have a few words for the predecessors in front of their parents. When they are repaired by their parents, they may even point to their predecessors. two."

At this moment, the little fruit of the ink is already more convinced that Luo Yang is not a monk in heaven. Therefore, when he speaks, he is also very calm and has no panic before.

His heart is clear, but no one dares to shoot himself when he hears the words of the ancestor-level monk. This is why he can be unscrupulous in the Western China.

In fact, not only did he think so much, but even the chilling children on the side, but also a sigh of heart, know that this little fruit has no life worry.

Even if she is like her, there is the existence of a quasi-royal tribe like the Hanshan tribe, and it is impossible to tell the ink, not to mention the looseness of Luo Yang.

What did Xiao Xiaoguo and Hanzi did not think was that after Luo Yang frowned and thought for a while, he even asked: "Do you have a multi-colored condensate crystal on your body?"

After hearing the question of Luo Yang, whether it is a small fruit or a cold child, it is a slight glimpse.

"Multi-color condensate crystal? What kind of thing is on the body of this Tao. If the Taoist is to want to refine the spirit, there will naturally be priests in the tribe to refine, and do not need to do it themselves." Shaking his head, said proudly.

"Since there is no thing that Luo wants, then you still have to die."

Luo Yang faintly opened his mouth, the spiritual power in his hand suddenly shocked, the ape monkey branded instantly collapsed, together with the body of the ink, directly fragmented!

Until the moment of death, Mo Xiaoguo’s face still showed an incredible look. He couldn’t believe it until he died. Someone really dared to kill himself...