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Gong Lupan looked at the big-headed boy in front of him, frowning slightly.

"Alien sacrificial offering." He said in a deep voice.

At the same time, his complexion became somewhat dignified.

"Little Master Uncle said, the avatars of the alien priests are infinitely close to the ninth realm." Gong Shupan looked at the priests and could not tell whether it was an avatar or a body.

In fact, no matter whether it is an ontology or a doppelganger, it cannot be solved independently.

Although he is also a generation of giant engine in the practice world, cultivated as high as the eighth realm, but it is only in the early stage of the eighth realm. If converted into levels, it is now 83.

The disparity in ranks means that he cannot be the opponent of the high sacrifice.

In their realm, a small realm can create a huge gap. It is very difficult to leapfrog to kill people, let alone a larger realm.

Moreover, the great sacrifice is undoubtedly not comparable to ordinary aliens. How can such a person who can practice to such a degree be a mortal man?

To be honest, even if the big sacrifice is now at level 83, losing to Panba Chengdu is not an opponent.

Fortunately, here is the Huoyan River, which gave the public a little more confidence.

Although this is an extinct volcano, it is also a volcano.

The strength of the mountain can be borrowed from Gonglupan, so he wants to try it.

The black streamer on his right hand waved forward, and the two mountains behind him shook violently.

"Huh, it's kind of interesting." There was a trace of surprise in the muddy eyes of the big sacrifice, and there was still a strange smile on his face, just like a cat making a mouse.

He is not impatient because he is not in a hurry.

Zun Shang said, let him reach the Eastern Territory in three days, and now there are two hours before the three-day period, completely within time.

What's more...The big sacrifice here is actually not an ontology, just an avatar.

After the two volcanoes tremble, the endless fire-fighting spirits begin to converge towards the black streamers.

The defeat of the public wave waved hard, and a sea of ​​fire spread forward.

The priest stretched out his pair of hands with some baby fat, two index fingers swiped forward, and two paths were drawn in the sea of ​​fire.

He flew forward quickly, and instantly passed through the sea of ​​fire, and then tore to the black streamer.

"Come well!" Gong Luan said in his heart.

The black streamer in his hand came out in an instant, and the moment the high priest touched it, the sea of ​​fire swept forward and then sucked him in.

This black streamer is actually double-layered, with its own space inside. Nowadays, the big sacrifice is trapped inside by accident.

Gong Yao Panyao glanced at the black streamer, and then continued to draw the mountain fire behind him, gathering towards the inside of the black streamer.

When all the wildfires entered the black streamers, the expression on Gong Lupan's face was a little lighter.

But soon he heard a lazy voice:

"You don't really think I'm trapped inside?"

The loser turned back violently and saw that the high priest was watching him with a joke.

Gong Lupan didn't know when he disappeared, or what was trapped in Heiwa nowadays.

He only knew that the other party actually had countless chances to attack him just now, but the high sacrifice did not do it.

It is not because he is a brilliant person, he is purely teasing the losers.

It's a pity that he didn't see the slightest anger and anger on Gong Lupan's face. On the contrary, his **** face was still only a solemn expression, and he looked very serious.

The big priest did not understand the defeat.

He is the peak owner of Mozong and the elder of law enforcement. At the same time, it is also the person with the worst talent but the most persevering among Yanli's disciples.

The lost rock is a rock-solid rock.

If, among Yanli's disciples, who do they respect the most?

The most respected is definitely Yan Shu, the master sister, because Yan Shu taught them carefully when they started.

And secondly, other brothers and sisters will definitely choose to lose.

No one can match that gritty force.

Who would have thought that this eighth-level great practitioner, Lord Demon Sect Peak, had only five ripples on his body, and was just a practitioner of insight 5.

Gong Lu pan waved the black streamer again, and the next one, like the fire unicorn, came towards the big sacrifice.

The priest was so fierce that he punched a punch, seemingly an ordinary punch, as if the children were fooling around.

And the next moment, the fire unicorn fell apart and turned into a light.

The remaining punches directly hit the black streamer, a crack appeared on the black streamer, and then made two breaks.

The rest of the practitioners wanted to come over and help, but were dragged down by the surrounding aliens and had no time to withdraw.

The loser groaned and spit blood, but the expression on his face did not change at all.

There was a trace of disgust in the face of the great priest. He threw a fist again, and Gong Shupan's chest was recessed. The whole person flew out and hit a hill behind him, causing a violent mountain collapse.

The loser fell into the big pit, and the black face like a blue sky still had that dignified expression.

He actually had time to run, but he didn't want to.

This is his hometown. When he was a child, his family was poor. He lived on the help of his neighbors.

When he was a child, his only goal was to practice well, so that his family and the people who were good to him could have a good life.

But after these people were at the end of their lives, they lost their way.

It was Master who told him: "People must live the way they want, otherwise, they will think the way they live."

This sentence Gong Lu Pan has always been in mind.

In the hearts of everyone in Mozong, it has always been believed that life is the greatest spiritual practice.

So, should the period be drawn in the most beautiful place?

Gonglupan got up hard and looked down.

Huoyanchuan has a unique scene, that is, the leaves of all trees are red.

Looking down from a height, I saw a red!

"It's so beautiful." Gong Lupan thought in his heart.

The great sacrifice floated in the air and said, "Why? I like it very much?"

After he finished speaking, he waved his fists all over, and for a while, the red leaves were scraped up and turned into powder.

The red color disappeared completely.

"You said you want to take my head to Mozong?" Gonglu Pan asked.

"Half a human head is just fine, because your expression disgusts me. Anyway, your brother Shen Yan, should you still be able to recognize your half head?" The big priest said with a smile.

"You want to insult Mozong." Gong Shuanpan's face was solemn, and his black face was full of seriousness and seriousness.

Isn't this obvious?

The priest suddenly felt annoyed because he felt that the person in front of him was very boring and speechless.

"You don't deserve it." The loser said indifferently, as if to state a fact.

At the next moment, a blood-red gas wave spread from him, and then instantly poured into the mountain.

Gong Shupan's eyes suddenly became hollow, and when the breeze blew, his body became powder.

The whole Huoyanchuan, there was a trembling tremor.

The roar continued, but the lava did not erupt.

"Fire Spirit Line, the Fire Spirit Line of the Sky Dust Continent is here!" The pupil of the large sacrifice was enlarged, and his face was surprised.

A blood-red long dragon appeared roaring, its eyes firm, its expression dignified.

"Lingmai turned into shape!" The priest's avatar immediately turned and fled without any hesitation.

However, everything is too late.

The fire dragon swept in and swallowed him clean.

——The Demon Sect cannot be humiliated!

This is the belief of Mozong law enforcement elders.

After devouring the high sacrifice, the fire dragon was already very dim.

It glanced down at the forest under the flames, and then fell sharply.

There was no roar, as if something without weight had fallen to the ground.

Numerous red light spots are absorbed by the trees, and they begin to germinate again.

The scarlet Linhai appeared again, and it was more beautiful than before!

Perhaps this is always a cold face, so that the most feared elder of the Mozong disciple is actually a gentle person in his bones.

After a time of incense sticks, the Devil Sect of the Eastern Region suddenly gusted a gust of wind.

The gust of wind was very hot, and it warmed up the surrounding temperature.

It blows up every corner of Mozong except the sealed back mountain.

The wind blows so slowly, so sad.

Some disciples said, "Do you feel so hot?"

"Yeah, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but why did I come out with cold sweat, just like when I saw the losers and elders on weekdays!"

"Are you most afraid of him? Me too!"

Almost all disciples of Mozong fear him the most.

But the next moment, a magical scene happened.

All the disciples in Mozong felt their heads sink slightly.

It seems that there is a warm palm, gently touching their heads, the movement is gentle and kind.

After the interest was counted, the wind completely dispersed.

On the Mozong Tibetan Mountain, there is a broken black streamer.

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