The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss

Remember [www.wuxiaspot.com] for one second, update fast, no pop-up window, free to read!

Because in the eyes of the East Xuan, the ink ancestors have been dead end, no more effort to resist. According to the ideal, if he still has strength, will he still let him cut his arm?

The proud Oriental Xuan did not see the sneer sneer in the small stone.

When Dong Xuan used the killing trick again, things happened at this moment.

I saw the body shape of the ink ancestors suddenly bounced like a cannonball, and suddenly rushed toward the oriental Xuan Bang!

There was a hint of surprise in the Xuanzang of the East, but his surprise had not yet had time to close it, and the small stone had already rushed to him.

I only heard a violent explosion sounding loudly.

The body of the ink ancestors seems to be tied with thousands of pounds of explosives, and these explosives are collectively ignited at this moment and collectively exploded.

Countless flames skyrocketed and black pressed.

The body of the ink ancestors was instantly torn apart by the bombing, and countless pieces of minced meat splashed in all directions.

Dong Xuan, who is very close to Mo Laozu, has already taken care of himself at this time. Because the ink ancestor rushed to him and deliberately blew himself, how could he let go of the oriental mystery?

Dongfang Xuan was strongly impacted.

He tried to hold back, but in the end he coughed out violently, and finally wowed, blood rushed out.

Spit a few mouthfuls of blood, but this time the oriental Xuan spit almost spit out the internal organs. It is conceivable that the impact of the ink ancestor on him was strong.

The oriental Xuan was too late to think about it. It was too late to look at the Soviet Union. At the moment, he sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and quickly entered the repair stage. If you are late for a while, it will have a big impact on his cultivation.

At this time, not far from the Soviet Union looked at the ground fluttering because of self-destruction, and could not help but feel sad, but did not wait for her to brew sad emotions, a cold and arrogant voice Ringing in her head: "Cry and cry? I haven't died yet!"

Although he was desecrated, this time he was so happy that he was so excited that he talked with the little stones in his mind: "You didn't die? If you didn't die, you would speak out early, what is the sadness of the victim?"

The little stone didn't sigh with relief: "This young master is a state of nothingness. Do you think that self-destruction will have an impact on this young master? Even if people all over the world are dead, this young master can't die!" The small stone patted the chest, very Confidence, of course, if you ignore his pale, almost white paper.

The small stone is not wrong. He was originally a state of nothingness. It was originally a state of the soul. It was really a small force that could not be killed.

Su Luo gave him a sigh of relief: "How do you blew yourself?"

"Do not blew waiting for the man to kill?" The small stone did not breathe a sigh of relief. "What is the waste? Laozi uses a flesh and blood to pave the way for you. Don't hurry to run? You feel that waiting for that person. Wake up, what is your life?"

Small stones are self-family to know their own family.

Previously, because of the variation of Acacia, the nine-tailed little fox, and the person who occupied the body of the ink ancestor helped the fall, so she could save the next time, and broke out again, but now everyone injured, repaired Repair, no one can help the downfall.

So the best way for Su Luo now is to hurry and run, squatting in the East, still not waking up from cultivation, how far can run as far as possible.