Besides, if he wants to achieve enlightenment by killing, he is destined to have enemies all over the world, so he doesn't need to worry about the number of enemies he has.

With a thought, poof, Yan Yinglong's head suddenly turned into blood!

He turned back to look at Ying Mengfan. The big kid showed a hint of fear and held the corners of his clothes with both hands. His timid appearance was pitiful.

"Are you afraid of me?" Zhou Heng asked.

"Don't be afraid!" Ying Mengfan said quickly, "Blood...are you injured? Does it hurt?"

Zhou Heng felt a warm feeling in his heart, but when he thought that this was just Ying Mengfan's hypocritical personality, he couldn't help but sigh again, stretched out his hand to touch her long hair, and struck down the Yin Ming Grass with one palm.

Crushed into crumbs.

It's better to destroy this kind of evil thing. If it falls into the hands of evil people like the Poison Blood Sect, it will only cause endless harm!

"Little brother, I see you look gloomy, you might be in danger of a bloody disaster!" A very obscene voice suddenly sounded behind Zhou Heng.

"Old liar!" Zhou Heng turned around suddenly, this voice was all too familiar to him.

A thin old man walked out of the grass, with a look of wretchedness on his face: "Hey, it's you! Come on, you owed me 10 million spiritual stones last time. Come back quickly!"
Chapter completed!