The face of Jieli Maha changed completely, the charming woman's appearance disappeared, her soft skin disappeared, becoming charred and ugly, her cheeks were also sunken, her cheekbones were high and prominent, and they were also charred. His charming right eye, which was bright red and charming, turned into a round eyeball, staring at Han Yiming like a dead fish eye!

Han Yiming suddenly realized that this was the true appearance of Limaha. The appearance of half of the right face at this time was the appearance of the woman after her death! The eyeball looked back, leaving only a piece of white, which was very terrifying! Han Yiming couldn't relax at this point, but his whole body was pressing on the hilt of Mingyuan Sword, and he had to press down with force!

He heard the "Ding Dong" sounds, and he became closer and closer. His eyes lit up. A slender and plump, soft and boneless hand had reached between Jie Limaha and Han Yiming. Two gold bracelets as thick as thumbs were hanging on the arm. His thumb and index finger were lightly buckled. The other three fingers were like orchid petals, gently brushing between the two of them. He bounced in front of Jie Limaha's chest. Jie Limaha roared wildly. Han Yiming's eyes turned black. He felt as if someone was pushing hard, and he could no longer suppress the Mingyuan sword and fell backwards.

He fell to the ground, dizzy for a moment, and then he saw a man standing in a ball of golden light far away. I don’t know how this man reached between the two of them from such a distant place, nor did he know whether this man’s arrival was good or bad, but it was not the first time Han Yiming heard the slight sound of the "Ding Dong" and couldn’t help but look at Huang Jingxuan.

At this time, the spiritual power and sword energy that were scattered all over the sky had disappeared without a trace. Huang Jingxuan, Zhao Haoyang and Taoist Pingbo had all collected the swords and put them into the sheath. The three of them stood solemnly on both sides, and even Sima Lingyi had already put away the swords. Only a few disciples were holding long swords, looking at Han Yiming, as confused as they were. They looked at the lie Maha and the figure far away.

Jie Limaha knelt down on the ground, his whole body was filled with black air. He spit out a string of indescribable words, and his left hand was on the ground and his right hand was holding it in front of his chest. The skin on his body was peeling off, revealing gray bones. Suddenly everyone's eyes lit up, and the figure had appeared beside everyone, as if he had taken a step, but he seemed to have not moved, but had come to everyone.

Han Yiming was stunned. The man had a deep nose and eyes, and there was an eye in the middle of his forehead! This eye was also dark green, but there was no whites, only a circle of gold surrounding his pupils. What made Han Yiming stunned was not just this eye. This man was like a quiz on Limaha, with his brows frowning on his right half face, and his expression was fierce. There was a cruel look between his eyebrows. A beard between the people was slightly raised, with a strong corner of his mouth and a irritable expression. On his left half of his face, there was a gentle expression, affectionate expression, and a hint of happiness in his eyes. A string of pale skeletons hung in his neck, forming a circle, but among the pale skeletons, a black snake swam through it, appearing and disappearing. The skin on his neck was extremely dark blue-purple!

There were four arms on his shoulders, a cluster of golden flames held in the palm of one palm on his left, and the other was horizontal in front of his chest. On his right hands, one hand was holding a flat skin drum in one hand, and the other hand was connected with the thumb and index finger. His posture was very beautiful. The man's right foot was slightly bent, stepping in a ring of fire floating in the air, but his left foot was raised high, leaning to the right, his knees were bent, and his toes were facing the ground. This posture was graceful, like a dance. He had a fan-shaped crown on his head and a skin around his waist. It looked very strange, but also strangely wonderful. What shocked Han Yiming was not these. He didn't even know whether the person he was facing at this time was a man or a woman!

This man was covered with an animal skin around his waist, his upper body was naked, and there was nothing else on his hands and feet except for a few golden rings. He was both tall and strong, with a flat right chest and narrow right hip, strong and powerful. However, his left chest was tall and plump and elegant! Han Yiming had seen the man with a combination of men and women, but he was still covered with clothes. At this time, he saw the man standing bare and standing not far away, and was stunned for a while, and suddenly his face was red with shame. He wanted to stop starting and not look at him anymore.

He turned his head and saw that his uncle and uncle were all standing on the side. They all bowed their heads and bowed their hands to salute. Even the senior brothers also bent down and salute. Even Taoist Master Pingbo and two disciples under his sect stood on one side, bent down and bowed their heads, and raised their left hand in front of their chests to salute. There was no intention of avoiding them, and he couldn't help but be stunned again.

Suddenly, he heard Huang Jingxuan say, "Yiming, get up and greet him." Han Yiming quickly got up and bent down to salute him. But he was so strange that when this man came, he became a good figure, and his master and his wife respected this man very much. Who is this man? He couldn't help but look up secretly again.

The man stretched out one hand and grabbed the broken Jielimaha in his hand. His hand holding the flames was inserted into Jielimaha's chest. Jielimaha closed his eyes and opened it for a moment. The flames had already emerged from his seven orifices, burning and licking everywhere. A mess of roars sounded, sharp screams, loud crying, and moaning painfully. All the sounds were mixed together. Han Yiming felt very unbearable. Jielimaha's face appeared on the face of the woman in extreme pain, twisting and struggling, and then countless strange faces appeared. The expressions on his face were all angry, frightened, and painful!

The noisy sound became smaller and lower, until it disappeared. Han Yiming raised his eyes and saw that the man with a clavicle standing on his face and a deep brow. He knelt on the ground, put his hands on his face, kissed the man's heels, reached out to touch his right foot. Then he raised his head, no longer from the front, his hair was twisted, his face was thin, his expression was melancholy, and calm. Han Yiming somehow, saw that he felt in his heart.

It was Limaha's former name: Moro. At this time, he saw Moro's true face. Moro put his hands together, knelt on the ground, and slowly bent down. In an instant, the clouds and mist dissipated, the stars and moons appeared, and there was a trace of fish belly white in the sky. The man did not move, but still stood with one foot. With the "ding dong" sound, his right foot had already stepped on Moro's back. Moro lay on the ground, his face buried in his arms. In an instant, both of them had disappeared!

The man came and left without saying a word. Except for the eye on his forehead, he glanced at everyone, and the other two eyes turned a blind eye to everyone. But Han Yiming felt very awesome. He didn't even dare to look at his half-man and half-woman body, nor did he dare to look at him, nor did he dare to stare at him. He saw that he disappeared suddenly. He came and went in a flash, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. His uncle turned his head and his uncle were very respectful, and he was even more puzzled.
Chapter completed!