The Secret of the Seal

"Is it difficult for Master to help the Eudemons?" When he saw this scene, Tan Yang was shocked and even breathed, and he was full of incredulous whispers.

Chun Ying also couldn't understand Qin Dong's mind at this time. She just thought that Qin Dong is now thundering and ruthless. Almost all of them lost their senses. If they started to anger, the hundreds of monks would only have one count, and they would be seriously injured if they died. Seeing that Qin Dong is like a meteor to catch up with the moon, and does not stop at all, the violent figure does not seem to have the meaning of mercy.

"Oh... this credit is mine!" Among the hundreds of monks, suddenly a six-level guy, a pair of eyes full of greed and stared at the golden bird, a fist wrapped in infinite power , jumped over everyone, and slammed the past toward the golden bird.

Among the monks, there are few repairers who can compete with them, and they have seized the opportunity. Although they are angry, they are helpless. They can only be mixed with resentment and look at the six-level monks. A great credit is in the bag.

"Looking for death!" Just as the six-level monks became more excited, they burst into a burst of water, like a blue sky, and they rang through the clouds. Everyone was screamed and screamed, his ears twitching, his heart was tumbling, and he had not reacted. He was shocked to see the six-level monk who wanted to attack. It was like a broken kite, screaming. The volley flew out. The monks did not see how he was recruited at all, but they all clearly saw that the six-level monk had a lower chest and blood in his mouth. The situation was not dead, but also crippled, one after another. Cool down. The only way is to envy and hate. At this time, it is a lingering fear. [

Seeing that these six-level monks almost took Mifen’s life, can Qin Dongzhen not hate? The chest was full of anger, and there was a lot of control over it. This palm directly gave him nearly 70% of the cultivation, and he knew that he would take the life of the six-level monk.

Desperate Miffin quickly fell, thinking that his life was rested, his heart was sentimental, a pair of powerful arms, holding her body shape. A warm and intimate sense of security, and then Muffin wrapped up like a boat floating in the wind and waves, like a ferry, like a sail into a quiet harbor, the original extremely uneasy heart, suddenly quiet Quite a lot.

"Brother!" Mifen turned to see her familiar face, and her heart was so excited that she could not help but shed tears.

Qin Dong’s mood at this time can be said to be full of embers. Only a little worse, only a little Miffin will have to be hurt again, which makes Qin Dong, who once vowed never to let Muffin suffer the slightest damage, is afraid and embarrassed.

"Finer! Let me see, is it hurt?" Qin Dong is full of nervousness.

Mifen giggled, "No, no, don't worry about me."

Muffin said no, but in fact, in the face of the siege of hundreds of monks, Mifen is not Qin Dong, can you hurt a little? Looking at the blood of her mouth that had not yet solidified, she knew that she was not only injured, but also not light.

"Hey, who are you? How can you have such courage, dare to help this..." Qin Dongzheng was hurting Miffin's heartache, but a six-level monk who didn't have long eyes didn't know how to live and die at this time. Pointing at Qin Dong’s nose, he asked.