The city of Monkey King

ten minutes later.

The sky above the disappearance of the Qin's building, there is a Changhong appearance, Changhong scattered, is a middle-aged man, middle-aged man looking at the old building below, empty, brows can not help but wrinkle.

"The breath of those little boys is disappearing here, strangely, there is nothing."

This person is a Mahayana monk of the Deer family. He belongs to the Devil's Hall in the Tenth Immortal Division. After knowing the problems of the deer and the deer's soul lamp, he immediately rushed here.

After all, two caves and monks, one of them is about to break through the robbery, and the mission has lost its trace. Naturally, it is necessary to investigate and pursue it.

In fact, this Mahayana monk should be lucky in his heart, and he will lose a step later. If it is earlier, he will definitely die in the hands of the two shadows.

.....................

At the same time.

Yuzhou Xiancheng.

There is a strong **** atmosphere in the air. The monks of thousands of souls and celestial beings are under the vertical and horizontal of the swords of the sky. They are already dead, including the gray-haired old man, who is also the long cloud sword. A sword wears a heart, and the eyes are unwilling and miserable.

When these people saw the golden hoop, it was doomed to death. Qin Feng would never let these people spread the news of the 'magic monkey'.

In the sky above the mountain, the golden enchantment ball outside the golden hoop stick still exists, and the black magic thunder is slowly disappearing, showing that the power of this magic thunder is dissipating.

Qin Feng looked calm and raised his hand toward the golden hoop. When the golden enchantment was removed, the golden hoop was turned and returned to the hands of Qin Feng. It turned into a fine needle and disappeared into the ears of Qin Feng.

The place where the golden hoop was removed, at this moment, there is a man who is full of wolverines, his clothes are broken, his body is dark, and his hair is more like a fried dog. It seems that he just climbed out from the coal-mining person.

"you you you!!"

"puff!"

Zhu Tongming's eyes were red, and he raised his hand and pointed his finger at Qin Feng. He even said a few words of 'you'. The words behind you were not finished, and then a blood spurted out.

His breath is already wilting to the extreme, even though it is a quasi-saint, but at this moment even a small spell can not be displayed, there is no difference between it and no.

That magic mine, he was seriously injured to the edge of dying.

"What? I don't like this baby?"

Qin Feng faintly opened, his mouth slightly raised, looking at Zhu Tongming, the body shape step by step appeared in the place where Zhu Tongming was half-footed.

"me…"

At the moment, Zhu Tongming was completely ventilated and did not have air intake. Qin Feng came to him, but he was scared to subconsciously go back half a step. It was this half step and almost did not let him fall directly from the sky. He now has Even the air is unstable.

The corner of Qin Feng’s mouth was slightly stunned, and the corner of his mouth did not know when a cigarette had appeared. No fire spontaneously started, and the smoke rose and lingered in front of his eyes.

"You are very bad luck."

Qin Feng faintly opened, this is his true heart. In this cloud water world, this Zhu Tongming is a quasi-sacred monk, and is the leftist of the soul fairy. It is enough to go sideways, indeed has a mad capital, but unfortunately ...he met Qin Feng.

"No, no... no..."

Zhu Tongming seems to realize the meaning of this sentence. The pupil suddenly slammed and shouted loudly. His eyes showed a look of fear. After so many years, he managed to relocate from an unknown monk to the present.

The hardships of this are only his own understanding.

It is because of the hardships that come, so he wants to have a longer lasting possession.

He... he doesn't want to die.

However, this world is not what you want to do. When you do something, you must think ahead and do it well... the cost of doing it.

Unfortunately, Zhu Tongming chose this thing, the cost is relatively high, that is... his life.

"Don't!!"

Zhu Tongming issued the last scream, and this call was also covered by the swords of the ‘嘁’ ‘嘁’ ‘...’.

Zhu Tongming turned his head with all his strength. In his eyes, he reflected a blue sword with a handle.

puff!

Hey!

Puff puff!

The sword wears the flesh and blood, and the handle is full of handles, and the swords of the 10,000-handed swords are so accurate that they pass through Zhu Tongming’s heart, and the swords and swords are left behind. The Dantian and the sea of ​​the saints of the Saints were bombarded into ash.

"I... I... I don't... sweet..."

Zhu Tongming stared at Qin Feng with a pair of eyes, and the hand that was covered with blood was trying to catch Qin Feng, but at this time.

The last sound of the sword, whistling.

Chang Yunjian, with the wind and white sword, descended from the sky, straight into the door of Zhu Tong tomorrow, from head to toe...

At the moment when the sword passed, Zhu Tongming’s pupils slammed, and the look... gradually dissipated, and the dead could not die any more.

The body that lost its vitality fell backwards, like a stone, falling down quickly.

boom!

Fallen in this forest, become one of the many corpses, the dead Quasi-Saints, peace and ordinary people are not much different.

Qin Feng just fainted his eyes, and then all the swords of the sky were taken back from his body, and the long cloud sword was also collected.

Killing, killing one person, killing one hundred thousand one thousand, there is no difference for Qin Feng, it has already become a sense of no feeling.

These souls are divided into the death of the monks. Qin Feng also has no expression changes. The mouth is smouldering with smoke. He glances at the pigs in the mountain forest below. He does not call, does not enter the fairy city, and turns into a sword rainbow. It is galloping away.

"The calculation time is almost the same."

Qin Feng next went to Jiangzhou City. He had previously left the deer tour to be left in the Qin’s building to let Zuo Yingjie and Nangongfan vent their anger. Now it’s been a long time, and the venting of anger is almost the same, the deer After all, the brigade is a cave monk. Zuo Yingjie and Nan Gongfan are just mortals. They can't handle it at all, or they have to solve it themselves.

Among the forests and grasses, the pigs slammed from the grass, and looked up at the pig's head and looked at the back of Qin Feng, who was not screaming. The eyes of a pair of pigs were helpless: "The second grandfather, the dead monkey, you have to Where are you going?! You are also bringing me the old pig!"

"Dead monkey!"

It’s a sigh of relief to the sky, and it’s really mad. There’s no way for the pig to turn around and head towards the direction of Xiancheng. Anyway, he doesn’t know what to do. It’s better to go to the fairy city to enjoy it.

In the eyes... a slap in the face.

"嘿嘿嘿~"

He remembers...

There are many beautiful young ladies in this fairy city, they... they all like his little white pig, especially... his pig's butt. 2k novel reading network