12 ice and snow ** reverse tie 72o degree Thomas's big gyration reversal and then reverse crying and vomiting blood kneeling begging to click with red ticket!!!

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The giant spirit poison slave looked clumsy and dull, but it was tall. When walking with its legs, it could reach ten steps above ordinary people in one step. In just a moment, it left the road and turned into the mountain trail. Although Jieting is a military important place, it is also located in remote areas, with few nearby villages. After walking in the mountains for a moment, the dense forests had already isolated the noise and hustle and silence in both ears. Tang Sheng was originally talking nonstop, and he was tempted by Yang Zhao. But at this time, he seemed to be intimidated by the surrounding environment and naturally stopped talking. After a moment of silence, his feet suddenly pressed slightly. When the giant spirit poison slave received the instructions, his whole body trembled slightly, and he stood still.

Yang Zhao slowly looked back at each other, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and he asked, "What, is the Medicine King Temple three miles away here?"

Tang Sheng put away his frivolous smile that had been professed as he was cold, his eyes were as cold as water, and his eyes were facing Yang Zhao, without any disadvantage. He said coldly: "Your Highness is joking. In fact, we know each other well. There is no Medicine King Temple nearby, and the reason why I came to you is definitely not to play chess."

Whenever the army is stationed in a certain place, they naturally have to send a horse to survey the surrounding terrain first. Therefore, Tang Sheng's saying "There is a Yaowang Temple three miles away, the terrain is quiet and the scenery is beautiful", just open his eyes and tells lies. However, they also have their own plans in their hearts, so they seem to have a Yaowang Temple in their words. At this moment, since Tang Sheng took the lead in picking out this layer of window paper, what is the meaning of it?

Yang Zhao secretly raised his true energy and said indifferently: "The world is like a chess. When talking about games, you don't have to be limited to the two black and white sons between the nineteen paths. Since Yang has come, no matter what method you want to use to bet on the victory or defeat, Yang will follow it."

Tang Sheng held the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with a smile: "Precaution? It's such a big tone. Unfortunately, you are definitely not the same speaker as Tang. Do you know what happened to those people before?"

Yang Zhao said coldly: "It's a dragon or a snake. Even though you see the truth, you can't kill anyone. It's unnecessary to waste time. If you're ready, you might as well call out everyone."

Tang Sheng suffocated his face and shouted, "What does it mean?"

Yang Zhao laughed and said, "Why do you have to ask clearly? With your cultivation, even if you take up all the right time, place, and people, it is still a delusion to kill me. All four elements are evil, and Kun Buli Zhong is originally. Since you can't win alone, you should naturally go together."

"Your Excellency seems to be too arrogant and underestimate the Tang Sect." Tang Sheng narrowed his eyes, his expression turned cold, and said, "But you are anxious to die, so why don't I... give you a ride!" Before the voice fell, he immediately exerted his legs, but kicked the giant spirit poison slave's neck. The purple-black meat mountain was shocked, and immediately roared in a deep voice, turned his head to aim at Yang Zhao who was standing on his shoulder, and sprayed a large mouthful of strong poison gas when he opened his mouth. It was the Thousand Poisons and Divine God Gu!

In the darkness, it seemed like a hot sun was rising! The power of the Ganyang chapter of the wordless scripture suddenly urged, forming a protective qi to force the poisonous gas. The Li Gua shape in the palm of the right arm was red like blood, and then a palm was printed. The harsh sound of "crackling~" and the burning smell of barbecue came from the palm, and half of the head of the giant poison slave was knocked into a sunken inward. The monster let out a shrill roar that shocked the earth and could no longer stand. Steadily leaned to the side. The heavy body weighing five or six thousand pounds suddenly pressed onto the big tree next to it, like a Gonggong lowering his head to break the Buzhou Mountain. The towering ancient trees were rolled up one after another, and "Kulala" fell backwards. It was like pouring a large scoop of cold water into a hot oil pan. In an instant, countless birds and beasts flew around in panic and screamed and jumped, stirring the originally silent forest into a pot of porridge that was boiling!

The right palm knocked down the giant spirit poison slave, and Yang Zhao's left palm came out one after another, holding the Qian hexagram to slap Tang Sheng. The move was like lightning, and it was a big palm to determine the country. However, this kind of determination to win was only empty. Tang Shengcai instructed the giant spirit poison slave to be unable to escape, and he had already used his strength to fly back. His sleeves spread left and right, like a big bat, riding the wind away, and disappeared in the dark forest in the blink of an eye, leaving only a series of terrifying owls and laughing. Yang Zhao had already used his true energy He was about to fall downwards. He was about to jump up again when the strong wind suddenly came from behind, and the momentum was unusual. In the lightning and fire, he did not look back, and swept out with his back hand. The deep sound of "pop~" exploded, and a huge force like a sea of ​​rushing Yang Zhao outwards. Then the earth shook, "boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo boo

The giant spirit poison slave is not only powerful and has extremely poisonous all over his body, but his vitality is also astonishingly tenacious. Although half of the skull is broken and sunken, dark green blood and yellow and white brains are constantly oozing out from the wound, it can still stand up staggeringly, open its mouth and breathe heavily. The gasping sound is like a blacksmith pulling a bellows. The strong poisonous fog is spit out from it. Whether it is green and tender grass or towering trees, it immediately makes a "sizzling" sound, and it witheres quickly at a level visible to the naked eye. The birds that cannot be avoided are As long as the beast touched a little bit, its whole body immediately ulcerated and turned into blood. This sad monster created by the man had no more self-awareness in his mind except for obeying orders. It had already received a secret code to kill Yang Zhao at all costs. Therefore, even if it hurts or hurts, it must not shake its fighting spirit. His eyes, like a copper bell, stared at it tightly. The muscles of the poisonous slave's right arm were swollen, and the blue veins and blood vessels appeared under the skin like countless earthworms. Even if they were thrown out, it made people feel like a storm was about to come.

The monster weighs in tons. A thunder bombardment under all his strength, even if there is no internal force assistance, the explosive power generated is absolutely extraordinary. In the previous battle, Yang Zhao felt that his arm meridians were so chaotic that they could hardly be lifted. However, to kill all four elements, he must first get rid of this puppet poison slave. Yang Zhao sighed in his heart, and a few sympathy and sympathy were quietly revealed in his eyes, but in the blink of an eye, he returned to his hardness. The Ganyang chapter's skills were gathered, and the qi and blood of his right arm were first calmed down, and then he clenched his fists at the same time. In an instant, he heard the continuous "cracking" sound, and the blue-white thunder and electric power kept jumping and flashing between his fingers. The name of a fierce move was obviously about to come out.

The mountain wind passed through the forest, and a big tree that was eroded by poisonous fog shook twice in the wind and finally collapsed. As the dust flew, the giant poisonous slave suddenly roared to the sky and roared fiercely, and rushed towards Yang Zhao with the posture of Jiuniu rushing forward. In an instant, the earth shook like waves, making it impossible for people to stand footing. Yang Zhao looked calm and looked up and murmured: "I... don't know what your surname is, nor do I know why you fell into this."

The giant spirit poison slave could not hear the other person's words, and even if he heard it, it could not understand.

Yang Zhao raised his left hand, pressed Zhang Xu with his five fingers. He turned his right fist and put it in his waist to prepare for it. He said calmly: "Maybe, you were also a good person, you have your own life and your own dreams. But now... you are just a pitiful monster."

The muscles were as tight as a bowstring. The giant poisonous slave clenched his fist and raised it high behind his head. It was like a large container truck that was driving at full speed. It roared angrily and rushed straight to Yang Zhao, and swung his fist from a high point. A cloud of milky white clouds appeared at the front of the fist, which was as fast as lightning. Then, two consecutive "bang, snap" sounds. The poisonous slave's giant punch hit the front like a cannonball.

This is even enough to smash a rhino into meat sauce in an instant. However, Yang Zhao was still as motionless as a mountain, and he didn't even blink. He sighed slowly, "Continue to live, it's just torture for you. So now, you'll still... die."

The lightning was dazzling and the thunder was shaking. Two figures with a huge difference in size were almost disproportionately passed by in the blink of an eye. Time came to a halt. When the dust settled, Yang Zhao was still proudly standing, while the giant spirit poisonous rage maintained a fist-killing posture, standing stiffly, like a clay puppet. The only thing that changed was that the two men had once again opened a distance of about five or six meters, and they changed from facing each other to facing each other.

"Puff~" A very light and slight explosion sounded. At the front of the fist of the giant poisonous slave, a small thunder ball suddenly exploded, breaking the muscles and bones from the inside out, and flew up the flesh and blood. Suddenly, it seemed like pushing down the domino, and the violent thunder power lurking in the body exploded. Thousands of blue and white thunder balls rushed to the surface of their body, and in the blink of an eye it had spread to every inch of the skin of the giant poisonous slave. The dense explosion sounds continued, even It was comparable to the sound of firecrackers ignited during the Chinese New Year. The huge body could no longer support it to stand, and collapsed in a shocking moan. In the huge shock of "boom~", the entire forest ground also shook twice. Yang Zhao turned around and turned around. Duize's whirlpool palms pulled the strong wind, and the poisonous flesh and blood splashed in all directions immediately flowed back and rolled back. He stepped over and whispered: "Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil. Let's go on the road with peace of mind."

The giant spirit poison slave used all his strength to lift his head and stared at the person who killed him. Two drops of turbid dark green tears suddenly flowed out of his eyes, and a low roar appeared in his throat, vaguely... It seemed like the word "thank you"? However, before Yang Zhao could hear it clearly, he had fallen safely and would never move. Yang Zhao sighed again, and waved out his palm with Lihuo Qianyan. The giant spirit poison slave's huge body immediately burned and gradually turned into ashes.

One was solved, but there were four behind. Before Yang Zhao could burn the body, he held his hands and identified the direction of the escape of Tang Sheng just now. Shi Shiran continued to walk into the forest. After walking less than a hundred steps, he suddenly heard... the sound of boiled hot water rolling in the pot?

These are two, right? Yang Zhao sneered in his heart and followed the sound. In just a moment, his eyes suddenly became clear. It turned out that the forest had reached its end, and then it was a flat grass. Under the moonlight, a simple stove was piled up on the grass, and the firewood was burning in the stove. The iron pot on the stove was constantly "guzzling" and blue smoke was coming out. I don't know what was cooking. An old man in a green robe with a bare head like an egg, but was still white around him squatted by the stove, lowered his head and concentrated on stirring the fire with his hand. Looking at his posture, it was as if the sky had fallen and had to cook the pot first.

"A disciple Tang, do you always know how to play these inexplicable ghost tricks?" Yang Zhao couldn't help but sneer. Anyway, he had to kill people in the end, so wouldn't it be nice to be a little bit happy? It's just a waste of time. He subconsciously shook his head, walked to the upper wind, and walked straight towards the old man. The God-handed Immortal Soldier flashed in the moonlight, ready to wait. He spoke and said, "There is no one around the wilderness. The Lord actually cooks here. He doesn't think it's too sensational, but it's going to cover up?"

The old man white didn't look up and said while shaking the fan: "Young man, don't speak so hard, don't think that everyone else's every move must be around you. The reason why I set up a stove here is purely because I have been busy for ten years and finally got the last ingredients three days ago to cook this pot of ten-stir-free and delicious soup. Meeting is fate. Come on, I will be generous and let you share a few bites."

"Ten Complete Sweet Divine Tonic Soup? No. Leave this good thing for yourself to share." Yang Zhao walked forward and said coldly: "Yang has strong blood and sufficient essence, so no supplement is needed. You must be careful, but don't be able to get helpless. Before you fight with Yang, you're already sad."

"I don't know the goods, but I don't know the goods." The old man white sighed, stopped singing his fan, and said seriously: "Do you know that my old man's ten-stupid rare and rare nourishing soup is made of ten kinds of rare materials that are rare in the sky and difficult to find on the ground, including ancient ambergris, flame-killing grass, fire lotus seeds, green agarwood, blood-crowned dragon, red fire spider, poria stinging insect, mahogany, snowy heavenly dragon, green eyes and cold squid, etc. It not only makes people unable to get any diseases, but also greatly increases their life span. It is really hard to find a thousand gold. Do you want such a good thing?"

"In this way, it's really a good thing." The light hexagram appeared in the palms of his hands behind him. Yang Zhao was not far away or near, and happened to be standing five steps away from Old Man Bai, and said indifferently: "It's a pity that one of you and me will definitely go to the Hall of Yama to report. No matter how good this pot of big tonic soup is, it's a lot of meaning to the dead."

The old man white stood up, shook his head and sighed, "Young boy, fighting and killing is not a good thing. If you can live to my age, you will almost understand. Everything is urgent in this world, but you will never have to worry about going to see King Yama."
Chapter completed!