Storm of Kings

Zhou Lie reached out, his five fingers squeezed slightly, grabbing a ball of silver light from the body that exploded.

"No!" Silver Ray hurriedly begged for mercy: "Old Demon Zhou, no, the supreme warrior demon emperor, let me go! Let go of the villain."

Zhou Lie said in a dark tone, "I want to leave the devil to provoke him? Is there such an easy thing in the world? Humph, as long as you honestly let me know my mind, you can naturally let you go."

"The devil! We will definitely get rid of you! Hahaha, from me, you will definitely die..."

The Facebook people were very determined, and set off a spiritual storm at the cost of a collapsed mind, and frantically prevented Zhou Lie from exploring him in depth.

Zhou Lie had been prepared for a long time, took out the silver descending magic pestle, and Jieyin in his hand chanted softly: "Pros, soldiers, fights! Who, who, who..."

The voice reverberated around, the descending magic pestle rippled to form a seal script character in the air, and the cocoon against the spiritual storm was drawn out, and Zhou Lie hurriedly caught his hand to prevent it from dissipating.

The character zhe in the nine-character mantra has the function of restoring, manifested as freely controlling one's body and the body of others, and is also very suitable for tracing the spiritual power of all things in the world. The mudra is the inner lion seal.

Because the silver descending magic pestle in his hand is extraordinary, and because Qingzhuo has been sealed in the phylactery to transform itself for many years, it is hard to say whether he can control the body of others. It is really easy to restore some of the broken knowledge.

Zhou Lie looked at the silver light with a slight concentration, taking advantage of the warmth, forcibly memorizing the scene.

As for tracing the roots, he is no expert, and he has to wait for the ancestor Shao Yong to come and crack.

When time was short, Zhou Lie returned to the center of the battlefield. He raised his hand and patted Wang Ziqing's shoulder, shaking out a broken blade.

"Puff..." Wang Ziqing spit out a mouthful of black blood, feeling that his chest feels better, and immediately turned his head to look at the demon monk and evil lord, and found that this guy was limp on the ground, his heart loosened and he suddenly fainted.

"Ziqing! Is Ziqing okay?" Wang Ziqin crawled towards his sister a little bit.

Zhou Lie's shocking punch just now formed an extremely terrifying shock. Even if the people present had gritted their teeth and got through it, their hands and legs became soft, making it extremely difficult to move.

Zhou Lie picked up Wang Ziqin's hair and saw the scars on his pretty face and the crow's feet that showed up early. He couldn't help but sigh: "Ten years of separation in a blink of an eye! It's been a long time! Ziqin, I I still remember that on the playground that year, your posture walked slowly in the sunshine. Time! Even if I could return to this era, the time that passed is still gone! I Zhou Lie is back, but unfortunately I didn’t bring it. Coming to Glory and Prosperity did not bring comfort and comfort, only endless battles! That green girl has been bruised all over after so many years! Sleep! With me, sleep peacefully! When you wake up, you will see me, all The situation will get better, temporarily relieve the burden on my shoulders to me! Go to sleep!"

Wang Ziqin had already burst into tears, and a white light suddenly rose up on her body, as if she had fallen into the embrace of a dream, and fell asleep in peace.

The same was true for Wang Ziqing. She went into deep sleep under the comfort of Zhou Lie's powerful mind, and the breath between her nose was like dragons and tigers.

Zhou Lie looked at Cao Hongbin, with a knowing smile on his face, and said with satisfaction, "Brother Cao! You are so unrefined that you are almost unrecognizable by my brother! You have turned from a university teacher to a tough guy, and my brother came here specially. Write a big service word. The journey is far away, and there is a slight delay, but I still look at Haihan."

"Hahaha!" Cao Hongbin said with a trembling body and laughed: "Okay! Just come! My brother has been looking forward to you for many years, and hopes that the good wine that has been stored for ten years has not been discovered by these bald donkeys!"

Zhou Lie leaned over and bowed, "Lao Liu, Lao Chu, brothers have worked hard! The scene below is a bit bloody, so please sleep well. When you wake up, I will take care of everything. Let's sit down, drink and talk. ."

"Hahaha! Zhou Lie! Brother! Boss!" Everyone present took a deep breath, and at the same time fell asleep at ease. Their trust in Zhou Lie had reached the point where they could no longer increase their trust many years ago.

In a moment, Zhou Lie's expression changed when he said that he changed his face. He raised his hand to take the scimitar of the evil lord, and said coldly: "Heaven is a sin, it can be violated, you are a sinner, you can't live! You are secretly embarrassed in your body. If you are lucky enough to think I can’t see it? Dao Gong, this is the organization I founded and my site!"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhou Lie swept the machete at will, and there was the sound of killing pigs behind him. The swollen fat monks screamed and the sarcoma they carried on their shoulders fell to the ground.

Evil Lord saw a glimmer of hope, and many black and purple beetles drilled out of the sarcoma. They made a "creak" gnawing sound and began to kill each other and devour each other.

These beetles were the celestial burial monsters he had domesticated. This time Zhou Lie didn't know how powerful this insect was, and actually cut off the sarcoma. Hmph, as long as the demon worm devours more flesh and blood, it will soon evolve into a very terrifying existence.

Zhou Lie seems to know what the evil lord is thinking? He said lightly: "I deliberately released these monsters to let the monks of the temple enjoy the bitterness of poisonous insects! Don't worry, I won't let you die easily. How can I resolve the hatred? Zombie."

Evil Jue's eyes widened, and he saw the pale skin, the tall and thin man raised his mouth and showed a wicked smile.

This was the scariest smile he had ever seen in his life, with eighteen layers of **** hidden in his eyes. No, it may be the eighty-eighth floor, which is totally out of sight.

"Hehe~www.wuxiaspot.com~ These little bugs will help me achieve my wish. They will soon be transformed into corpse bugs, just a little bit of guidance!" Zhou Lie gathered his blood and looked even thinner, as if just The dry corpse that came out of the river of blood, even the clothes that had been torn on his body, carried a frightening atmosphere.

The evil lord thought of the word death, and said in a hoarse voice: "My lord! No, the noble demon, the villain is willing to serve you and can bear all the means of control! The villain is willing to sacrifice his life for the demon."

"Hahaha!" Zhou Lie raised his head and laughed, "How can you be so cowardly? I just died out without using any means! Don't worry, I covet your skin, aren't there many people in the Heavenly Burial Demon Temple? Time is too late, too late... …"

The evil lord didn't know why, a huge panic broke out in his heart.

After half an hour, a hundred fat monsters ran around, gnawing at the dead monks, and Zhou Lie's forehead was forcibly burned into a copper coin.

The copper coins are very ordinary, they were made temporarily, and they were printed in circles on them. There was a chuckle around the wound, and whenever the blood mouth began to gather under the enchanting atmosphere, Zhou Lie would drip a drop of hot lava, and the pain made the evil lord roar inhumanly.