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We don't have Shen Jian villain yet.
Still trying to break free.
The river god asked for the second time.
The air humidity is getting thicker.
It looks like a little trouble is imminent.
Without any support, in a state that follows the common sense of physics, it is crazily lowered, and small pieces of water flow converge.
The old man was completely insane.
In the staring eyes of the river god, Lingyi took out the ghost knife excitedly, and completely dismembered the river god.
As soon as I finished speaking, another figure appeared in the field.
In the yang world, it is not whether there has been a ghost king.
The big waves are still going on.
It is the Luo River.
But it's just a top-notch red-clothed man, even with that human being added, he's still my opponent.
Last moment.
Specters at that level are not terrifying existences that human beings can come into contact with.
But they found that a terrifying pressure from Yama came and landed on everyone's shoulders, and their steps became normal and hard, making it difficult to move.
Let's participate in the battle between the red-clothed classes.
But wanting to suppress a Tsing Yi level ghost is quite nervous.
That human really didn't have anything.
If it is said that the ghost king comes, the country will not be in danger of destroying the city.
The ancient instructor stretched out a white-spotted arm, and pressed it under the old man.
"Empress of the River God, all of that is about your business, it's all done by those people, and you haven't tried your best to dissuade them."
I also witnessed the birth of a ghost king in the Ice and Snow Castle dungeon.
The other party's weird drumbeat suppressed Luo He's Yan Luo.
Seeing the river god coming out, Lingyi also showed a strange smile.
Knowing that killing you will not escape death, why can you think of a win-win situation?
Emperor Song, in charge of the bottom of the small sea, the white rope fire hell.
"Stop me."
"That's right. Of the eight you dropped, one was golden and the other was silver. Why did he just pick one up and drop it?"
Put out the golden head, the silver head, and the dead head, and let the other party choose.
"It seems that you underestimated him."
All the players who were being educated humbly all twitched their mouths.
One set of fallacies, the slightest attention will be taken away.
Lingyi's face became hot again:
"Human, is he making fun of you? Do you have anything he wants? Although he is very weak, even the Luo River can sink him, but you need to know that there is no one in the world, and there is no sky in the sky. He must want to die out there, and the worst thing he can do is to step into that river again."
listen.
The old man, who looked dead, was suppressed back to an abnormal state, and screamed in horror. Together with the other villagers in the village, he knelt down towards the direction of the flood, and kowtowed reverently.
The whole small land was shaking.
What kind of terrifying ghost is it that can make a group of strange monsters even want dignity, and when the other party doesn't even show up, they are like the most humble servants, kowtowing their heads in horror.
And before.
Spirituality moved in his eyes.
"Someone dropped something. As the god of the river, shouldn't you help pick it up, and then take out a golden mourning stick, a silver mourning stick, and a white mourning stick for me to choose. If I choose the right one, I will give you eight together?"
The supernatural looks like a matter of course.
Seeing that the river god is struggling again.
Instead, he stared at me with a stern look on his face.
It feels like the whole Luo River has come alive and become a ghost.
A lame old man with his coat stripped came out.
Obviously.
At that level, I haven't caught up with my mother.
At the moment when the River God was dismembered, I sensed an extremely terrifying wave of hell being revived.
The face of the river god finally became serious.
The spiritual oppression is getting worse.
The God of the River finally restrained himself: "Wait, human, does he want you to help him pick up things? You can't pick them up."
The river god said gloomyly.
Lingyi pressed the old man's shoulder and spoke resolutely.
Mo Xiao's horror made everyone almost suffocate, the blood under his face faded little by little, and his face turned ashen.
This is not a field that abnormal people can't step into.
The ancient instructor shouted.
The rolling sea.
Even Luo He, who was in a frenzy, became violent.
to the front.
He looked at me strangely.
"Say, where did he hide your other two sticks?"?
At the very front, it reached eighty feet.
It was as low as the waves.
If I could conjure up two copies of ghost weapons that were exactly the same, and even weaker in Yama's effect, I would have hidden in the deep mountains and old forests to farm and grow, and then I would dominate the world.
I'm just a half-step ghost king. Although I don't have the confidence to fight with Luohe's natural advantage, I will definitely suffer a loss.
The smell of gunpowder in the atmosphere is getting heavier and heavier.
Shen Jian walked over step by step, even the spirit of Luohe couldn't sink him, walking on the water, he felt like walking on flat ground.
Ghost holding a mourning stick
no doubt.
Passed over the white mourning stick.
Tao Yan waved again.
The supernatural expression became more and more full, and he stared at the other party for a long time: "You understand, he even has the most basic ability of the river god, if he is a fake."
At this moment, we didn't have the feeling that we were looking at Qing Shen Jian's back.
The body completely sticks out of the water, forming a broken ghost, facing Lingyi directly, and the robe is fluttering.
The God of the River warned coldly.
Seems to be waiting for something.
Chapter 212 Be My Slave
Above the sky, the invisible ladder cast by the raging river carried Shen Jian higher and higher.
In front of Hades, who controls the bottom of the sea, he vainly tried to manipulate the power of a small river, playing tricks.
Shen Jian was expressionless.
With every step he took, his aura rose sharply.
"Yama King Form, 30.00%."
Following these words, the mighty river of spirits began to surge, and in the boundless waves, the rivers converged, and a giant hand that tore the sky stretched out from the clouds.
That was no longer a supernatural collision.
but miracles.
Forged by the sea, stretched out by the hand of the sky.
Looking at the scene in front of him.
The giant hands of the sea pushed the raging waves back to the Luo River.
Empress of the River God:? ? ?
"Little Shen Jian, fuck you to death."
Doubt flashed in Heshen's eyes.
One hand and one river collided.
But now, I am dumbfounded and stupid.
You said every word.
Where is Tianzi Yin, the lord of the underworld?
"If he is satisfied, you can't let yourself wear the bridegroom's clothes and sink up again, it's these villagers who sent him her husband."
I could see the caring expression on my mother's face.
The roar of the Luo River intensified.
talking.
"She felt that the thirty-foot-high river would not be able to resist this blow."
[Bad feelings: -80 (little enmity between life and death)]
You move forward consciously.
In the shock of everyone.
They swear that they will never forget the scene that happened before them.
Her hair was long, not a little messy, and she was wearing a bright red paper wedding gown. Under this pretty face with gritted teeth, there was no faint expression.
Because it's so spectacular.
"Mother, kill slowly..."
The Son of the River God just fell into a long dormant state.
The voice did not fall.
It's just that one handles the government affairs of the human world and the other handles the government affairs of the underworld.
Judging from the introduction, the river goddess is really an ancient person.
But I don't have time for those yet.
The other party spoke without hesitation, with a strange and terrifying aura exuding from all over his body, and a pair of eyes staring straight at Lingyi.
But Wen Hui is dead.
"Ah, what is he doing?"
at this time.
The Goddess of the River opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but felt her throat was stuck, she knew what to say.