Her skin cracked like an old tree, the opening getting wider and wider, and her whole body seemed to be torn apart.

The essence of these two drops of culture fluid was still too much for Jiayan. When Chen Yu broke through Yuan's infancy, it was just a drop of cultural liquid in my hand. Why? Because two drops of whitening solution will put too much pressure on red meat.

Although Jialan is the flesh of a silver-shelled corpse, and although it has reached the realm of a golden-nailed corpse, these two drops of chemical liquid are still too big for her.

Her body slowly cracked open, as if it was about to be torn apart.

"Go to hell" The terrifying pressure in the sky grew stronger and stronger, and King Qinghe could no longer bear it. He couldn't let Galan be robbed in his territory, so he wanted to kill it before disaster struck.

Seeing Jia Lan's exploding body supported by spiritual energy, King Qinghe felt the best opportunity.

The sickle is like my strange weapon, like a bolt of lightning in the sky, and the next moment, the terrible death energy comes to the blue head.

This sickle is a god's treasure house that King Qinghe seized from the west when he traveled around the world. After entering Tianxuan Continent, the Western Gods were attacked by divine thoughts. The Western Gods were severely damaged and eventually fled. He felt that the scythe contained the energy of death, so he walked all the way up.

King Qinghe has a body of silver armor, and the skills of the earth are rare in the world, so he took away the sickle of death the moment the gods of the west were healed.

The scythe contains the horrific Death, which has the power to control ghosts. As soon as a living person touches the death on the sickle, the bones will be peeled off and scattered. Even the monks dare not touch the death's sickle easily. Because it will weaken the vitality of the human body.

As soon as the sickle of death arrives, King Qinghe must kill Jialan.

As if he felt the threat of death, the blue energy in his body suddenly surged out, and a drop and a half of cyan liquid in his Dantian was filled with more cyan energy. At the moment when the sickle of death attacked, Jiayan's body Suddenly a small sapling rose up from the cracked body. These small blue saplings instantly grew into disjointed old tree roots, fixing Jiayuan's body. The roots of the old tree grew to the roots of the old tree. Jiayuan's flesh was protected by the roots of the old tree. The roots of the old tree suddenly grew wildly in the cracked body, and the young shoots grew into the roots of the old tree.

Click!

The sickle of death waved towards the ancient green tree, and there was a sound of gold and stone meeting. Then, in the eyes of King Qinghe, a silver light flashed on his body, and the silver cross in his eyes flashed for a while.

I immediately saw that the sickle of death cut the flesh into Gagalan's body, and the roots of the old tree were slowly cut off, and a stream of green blood flowed out from it. The green blood dripped on the ground, matching the ground below. touch. Make a "mocking" sound.

I saw the sickle of death about to be cut into Jiayuan's body.

At this time, Jia Lan Dantian seemed to feel the same danger in the clear liquid produced, and at the same time, there was a turning point, and nearly half of the blue gas immediately swarmed out.

Wow!

Then, I saw a simple rattan flying out of Jiayan's broken flesh, and it tied King Qinghe to the rice dumpling.

The sickle in King Qinghe's hand was forced by this vitality. The god of death above also fought hard, and a stream of death was forced to overflow.

At this time, in a dark temple in the west, there was a smell of magma and sulfur burning and boiling underground.

At this time, the huge earth statue suddenly made a strange roar from its mouth, as if it was screaming, as if it was roaring again.

The silence in the Death Scythe was finally driven by vitality, and King Qinghe's body was tied to the cactus with a simple rattan, motionless at all.

At this time, the clouds in the sky were rolling, and there seemed to be white chariots among the rolling clouds.

"How many years have there been no dead creatures in this world?"

In Beimang Mountain, above the clouds, a terrible sound fell from the sky and echoed among the mountains.

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