The Heaven’s Jailer

This feeling of being played between applause is obviously very bad. Even if Liu Lang, who was very calm on weekdays, became anxious at this moment.

He rummaged through the storage ring, trying to find someone who could be useful, but found that most of the things he could throw were thrown out.

Of course, Liu Lang still has a killer that is useless, and that is the Heavenless Sacred Stele.

After all, the Heavenless Sacred Stele is a sacred tool. Even if it has not been fully cultivated, the golden immortal may not be able to bear its weight. However, the Wutian Sacred Stele also has a fatal flaw in that it is not flexible enough to use.

Unless the opponent stands still and asks him to use the Heavenless Sacred Stele to smash it, it will be difficult to make a difference. But now, the identity of the person in the white mist is unclear, and his strength is unfathomable. If he can't be killed with a single blow, the opponent will notice that he is using a sacred instrument, and there will be endless troubles.

Every husband is innocent, he is guilty of his crimes, and the sacred artifacts are not sacred marks. Once exposed, even those celestial powers that have been acquainted with him will inevitably be coveted and have to be guarded.

After thinking about it, Liu Lang did not come up with a perfect solution.

"Is there a sense of powerlessness?" At this moment, the hoarse voice in the white mist came out again, "You have to try to adapt to this feeling, because it will be like this in your future days!"

"fart!"

What Liu Lang couldn’t stand the most was such a high-pitched tone. Under his anger, he grabbed something in the storage ring and grabbed one thing. Then, regardless of the three seven twenty-one, he threw it to the one not far away. A cloud of white mist.

"The sky and the earth can't help me, what else can you do!"

The opponent in the white mist laughed grinningly, and suddenly put out a palm, facing the thing Liu Lang threw, grabbed it, the palm did not reach, the wind came first, Liu Lang could feel a scalp and hair far away. hemp.

With such a palm strength, even a Huang-rank fairy tool, once grasped, it will be crushed.

And the palm that protruded out of the white mist was obviously doing this.

What Liu Lang threw was easily grasped by that palm, and under Liu Lang's gaze, the five slender fingers shrank inward.

Because the speed is too fast and the force is strong, you can even hear a "click" sound of air being compressed.

Liu Lang's heart couldn't help but trembled.

But then, there was a scream that Liu Lang hadn't expected.

"Ah..." The scream was not hoarse. It was obvious that the matter was so sudden that the people in the white mist had no time to cover up and made a sound.

With this scream, the palm of the white mist suddenly retracted.

Only a cluster of blood was left, thrown in the air.

In the blood, a patterned stainless steel kitchen knife flashed with a dazzling white light, which forced Liu Lang to close his eyes. Then, the white light disappeared, and the stainless steel kitchen knife fell to the ground with a loud cry.

"Holy Pattern Kitchen Knife!" Liu Lang was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly reacted.

The stainless steel kitchen knife that fell on the ground was precisely the kitchen knife that Zhao Wude had painted the holy pattern on Mount Danfu before. There is no doubt that the holy pattern on it was exerting its power.

Otherwise, how could a mortal kitchen knife hurt the person in the white mist? You know, that guy has at least the cultivation base of the middle stage of the great immortal, and may even be a golden immortal.

It's a pity that the white mist does not disperse, and Liu Lang's real eye cannot see his specific cultivation.

And the scene just now made Liu Lang soberly realize that the holy pattern on the kitchen knife must be a holy pattern that kills and kills, otherwise it would not be so powerful.

To some extent, this holy pattern kitchen knife even exceeds some ground-level fairy artifacts.

However, because of the material problem, even if the power of the holy pattern kitchen knife is huge, behind this simple depiction, there are fatal weaknesses, and it can be easily destroyed by someone who knows how to do it.

But the people in the white mist obviously don't know how to do it, or even know the Saint Rune, otherwise, they won't be hurt by the kitchen knife.

After the initial surprise, Liu Lang took advantage of the opponent, but did not react. As soon as the true essence was released, he took the holy pattern kitchen knife on the ground back, and then firmly held it in his hand, haha ​​laughed and said: "How, **** It doesn't feel good!"

"Under the prestigious name, Warden Liu finally opened my eyes. But, do you think this little injury can affect me?" The people in the white mist recovered their hoarse voices.

Liu Lang, who was holding a holy pattern kitchen knife, immediately became nervous. He didn't know what actions the person in the white mist would take next.

But what Liu Lang did not expect was that the white mist gradually drifted away. At the same time, a hoarse voice came from within, "Guardian Liu, that's it for today. I hope the next time I meet, you can still have today. In a good mood."

Liu Lang wanted to chase after him with a knife, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

Because he knows very well that, let alone catch up, even if he catches up, he won't take any advantage.

Just now, I was lucky enough to hurt the opponent, just because the opponent was negligent. Once again, the Saint-grain kitchen knife is no different from the ordinary kitchen knife. No matter how powerful the weapon is, it is no use to touch the opponent.

After a while, the white mist disappeared completely.

Liu Lang stood there for a long time, thinking about the sacredness of this suddenly-appearing opponent, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't have a clue.

In particular, the so-called "sea of ​​blood and deep hatred" made Liu Lang confused.

He did kill a lot of people in the mortal world, but in the heavens, there was not much blood on his hands, not because he didn't want to, but he didn't have that ability. Furthermore, the heaven is an orderly place, and he is the warden of a mortal immortal prison. How could he know the law and break the law?

Therefore, to provoke such a powerful enemy is simply inexplicable.

After thinking about it, Liu Lang simply didn't want to think about it anymore. He went to Dragon Ball to visit the injured Gu Jinqiu and healed the trauma. Qi Xue Pill was quite effective.

At this moment, Gu Jinqiu was able to move freely, and Gu Jinqiu also told the thousands of cultivators in Dragon Ball about the situation outside.

When Liu Lang came in, everyone gathered.

"Master Liu, is Bliss Island really gone?" the people asked verbally.

"Yes!" Liu Lang did not deny.

"How could this happen?" Many people showed disappointment. They stayed in this hall all day. Many people were on the verge of collapse, thinking about getting to Paradise Island for a while. As a result, such a small wish was all There is no way to achieve it. If it wasn't for Liu Lang to wave his hand to kill an elder in the middle of Xiaoxian, these people must have been fried.

Although I dare not say anything, the resentment in my heart is inevitable.

"Next, I can only wronged everyone for a while. I will help you solve the problem of Immortal Ji as soon as possible, and strive to let you get out of Dragon Ball and climb into the heaven as soon as possible!" In the face of this situation, the only thing Liu Lang can do is Fully appease.

But Liu Lang couldn't guarantee the specific deadline. After all, this was not something he could decide.

Fortunately, Liu Lang had already received the token of avoiding Jie Li, and he was not afraid that thousands of fairyland cultivators would work together to break the dragon ball. Once the dragon ball is broken, these people will be chopped to death by the sky thunder, so even if they are unhappy, these people have to hold back in the dragon ball.

(End of this chapter)