The white hair that slaughtered the birth of a white hair is the magic hair he slaughtered 100 million intelligent beings, and the demon hair woven with the grudges of that hundred thousand intelligent beings is strange and extraordinary, even if it is the heat of the sun, it is difficult to burn his demon hair.

"Be careful!The Master!”

Zhao Yunjing and Zhao Tianfeng, the two strong people, drank hard, and prompted the black sword to behead the strange white magic hair.

Those two black swords that can kill ordinary spiritual realms are cut off on the white magic hair, and they are directly crushed by the white magic hair.

The white magic hair was swept away, bombarded on the body of Zhao Yunjing and Zhao Tianfeng, directly shone the black air flow of the body around the two strong people, and the two people directly shook off, and hit the hole on the other side.

All three of you are outside.If you cultivate the same time, maybe I am not your opponent.Unfortunately, I will not give you the opportunity to grow up, and all will die.”

White hair stings a smile, eyes blooming strange red light, burning the power of blood, so that the white magic hair shrouded in a layer of blood fog, the power doubled, to the king Chu roll.

Bam!

A crisp sound sounded, Wang Chu was almost instantaneous, appearing in front of the white-haired slaughter, a town magic box bombarded, like lightning on the head of the white-haired slaughter, the head of the white-haired slaughtered canon directly bombarded.

“That’s so weak, so much shit!What a search for death!”

Wang Chu looked at the white-haired butchered body, reached out and grabbed the treasures on the white-haired slaughterer's body.

Zhao Yunjing silently said in his heart: “It is so strong!”

White-haired butsun is a strong person in the number of Yuan liquid realms, but he was killed by Wang Chu of the Yuan fog, which is simply terrifying.

Wang Chu strode to the depths of the cave, about a thousand kilometers, the vast, as if the cave of a world appeared in front of him.

“The devil?”

As soon as Wang Chu stepped into the cave, he saw that the distant one exuded with evil breath, no face, with a tail, and a statue of a ghost with a large mouth of blood and countless eyes.

“You have blasphemed the great Lord, and you can only pay with your lives for the sins you have committed!”

A cold sound sounded in the cave, a height of 100 meters, covered with blue like armor muscles of the Yuan liquid realm ghost step out, a paw to Wang Chu hard to catch.

A body sexy, the Twin Peaks almost squeezed out from the black leather armor, a ghost horn on the head, the ghost of the human race beautiful woman waved the magic sword, a terrible sword to Wang Chu fiercely stabbed.

Before the statue of the evil ghost, the archbishop held a white bone scepter, chanting a strange mantra and pointing to Wang Chu.

Wang Chu felt for an instant that a strange and incomparable force was trying to erode his physical soul, but that a strange and incomparable force was directly swallowed by the Sun Knife in the moment of contact with him.

The demonic archbishop spit out a mouthful of blood, an implausible face, and cried out: "How is it possible?"How can you stop the curse of the devil?”

The curse of the devil and the god is the most strange curse secret in the cult of the devil, and only the powerful of the archbishops in the cult can grasp.

Once the strong man of the Yuanjing realm is hit by the curse of the evil spirit, he will curse the entanglement, doom, the internal strength is not working well, and 10% of the fighting power will not play 30%.

Wang Chu could make that curse to turn back, it was terrifying.

You are so weak! you are so weak!”

Wang Chu's feet flashed, feet on the sky, body ethereal, appeared in front of the Yuan liquid state of the young ghost, a remember to open the sky boxing bombardment of the body of the Yuan liquid realm of the young ghost.

Bam!

The body of the liquid-shabiter bursting out, turning into a large amount of blood mist scattered on the earth.

The top swordsman of the ghost clan, a sword containing the power of killing, stabbed Wang Chu's heart from a strange and incomparable angle.

Wang Chu's backhand, a hand driving a terrible thunder, bombarded the top assassins of the ghost clan, and bombarded the belly of the top assassins of the ghost clan, and hit the top assassins of the ghost clan through, and hit the wall of the cave.

"Young man, I am Babamoca, the devil-god-terror-brightan archbishop!This universe is about to reach the end of the world, and only by joining our demonic religion can we obtain eternal life under the protection of the great evil spirits and gods!”

“Join us the cult of demons and give everything for our Lord.You will have the glory, the rich, the powerful and the beautiful women, and the strength and the eternal life!”

The archbishop of the demonic religion flashed a strange light in his eyes, and his voice was soft, which made people feel very cordial at a glance.

A glimmer of mysterious and strange fluctuations, gushing out of the statue of the evil ghost, silently shrouded in Wang Chu's body, subtly encroaching on him.

Bam!

A flash of thunder and shadow, Wang Chu instantly appeared in front of the archbishop of the demonic cult, a town magic fist directly bombarded the head of the demon god-mongered archbishop, bombarded the head of the demon god-destrian archbishop.

Wang Chu swept the corpse of the demon-goded archbishop with a scornful sneer: "A seven-and-80 ugly old monster also learns to use charm, when I am an idiot?" 」

The demon god archbishop is a strong person in the realm of the first-level realm, mastering many strange secrets such as curses, illusions, ghosts, soul-spiral, and fascination.

The strong people of the three-dimensional liquid realm were charmed and eroded by the demon god archbishop with charm, and then through the erosion and brainwashing of the ghost statue and the demon god religion, which became the most loyal hitter of the demon god.

“Oh!This guy is not dead?”

Wang Chu turned around and looked at the ghost-man swordsman who had been bombarded with his hand through his belly.

A glimmer of flesh buds squirmed in the belly of the ghost swordsman, making her begin to heal hard.

“I’m just missing my capable men.If you can survive, it depends on your own creation.”

Wang Chu reached out his finger and mobilized the power of taboo to form a taboo seal, and pressed directly to the eyebrows of the beautiful ghost swordsman.

“No!”

The beautiful ghost swordsman uttered a scream, the headache was cracked, and the frantic resistance was against the erosion of the taboo seal.

“Hang on!This is my believer!”

A ghastly ghostly head appeared in the sea of knowledge of the beautiful ghost swordsman, making a sound of incomparable cold.The leeked ghost's head drew all the power of the beautiful ghost swordsman and competed with the taboo of Wang Chu's cohesion.

Even if Wang Chu can use his own strength to suppress the ghost head, the beautiful ghost swordsman will also be drained of life and soul and become a corpse.