Devouring Myriad Ghosts System

Kuncheng punched the arm with a flame and hit Li Daochong's door, bringing the flames of fire and rolling.

At that moment, there was a burning heat in the entire confined space, and the ground was burned and melted.

Everyone looked at Li Daochong with the eyes of the dead.

Kun Cheng’s fist perfused with a powerful magic, such as a meteor smashed the past.

Li Daochong’s lips swelled slightly, and the original place did not move, nor did it mean any attack.

boom!

A fist hit the door on Li Daochong.

At that moment, many monks did not have the heart to look at it, and the monks who watched it subconsciously shrank their necks, revealing an expression that could not be seen directly.

The magic fire instantly engulfed Li Daochong.

"Young Master." The silver bottle screamed.

"Dao Chong." Ye Haoyue suddenly shocked.

"Large brother." Huang Jiaran shouted desperately.

The rainbow fairy was holding a pair of show eyes, staring at the flames, with regrets in his eyes.

"Oh, it’s really bad to die." A monk in the crowd sighed.

"This is the end of the game." Someone followed.

Oh...

The magic fire is burning fiercely.

"Oh, not right." Soon the monk made a suspicious voice.

"What is wrong?"

"Kun Cheng's fist strength is so big, why did he hit the young man, he was not shot, but burned in place, isn't Kuncheng not exerting force, just to burn him with the fire?"

As soon as this was said, some of the higher-level magic eyes had a jump.

Kun Cheng, the initiator of the singer, hit his hand on Li Daochong’s face in an instant, his arm was numb, and then he was unaware.

Kun Cheng looked at Li Daochong with a smile in his eyes and an incredible look.

"No, it's impossible." Kun Cheng's pair of eyeballs highlighted his eyes and stuttered.

After a few seconds, the magic fire gradually subsided.

At this time, the monks found that Li Daochong was still standing, and Kun Cheng’s fist was on his face.

But Li Daochong’s head didn’t move even a nanometer, as if only a mosquito had hit it.

Not only that, the magic fire did not cause any harm to Li Daochong, even the silk thread on the ordinary cloth made by the ordinary cloth was not burnt.

As long as the monks who have been on the black prison star for a while know that Kuncheng's magic fire is enough to burn the Tian Xuan-class magic weapon into slag.

A group of monks opened their mouths and looked at this scene. There was no sound in the audience.

The magic fire disappeared faster and faster, and after two or three breaths, it was completely extinguished.

As the party being beaten, Li Daochong took the hand and stood unharmed.

Kuncheng's arm suddenly disappeared, and it suddenly fell down. Then the skin on the arm was broken, and the blood was rushing out. The bone inside turned into a powder.

Li Daochong looked at Kun Cheng silently, raised his hand and extended a finger, slowly raised to point to the latter's eyebrows.

"Leaving your whole body is my greatest kindness, but unfortunately you don't want it."

Kun Cheng looked at Li Daochong with fear. He only discovered what kind of terrible existence he was facing.

Kun Cheng wants to escape, but the magic of the body is not under his control. If the magical **** is imprisoned, it can't be done without the body.

"Don't, don't kill me." Kun Cheng pleaded.

Li Daochong didn’t seem to hear it, hey, his finger flicked, hey, a flash of light flashed.

Kuncheng is like a cannonball, but it is like a cannonball.

A slamming slammed into the wall of the squad, the bounced again on the ground, fell into the ground a few meters, once again rebounded and flew up, fell to the side of the pit.

Kun Cheng was painfully rolling on the ground. Like a snake poisoned by sulfuric acid, the pain made him want to make a sputum, but he could not make any sound.

Kun Cheng's skin fell off from him a little bit and turned into a **** person.

Sometimes there is a current flowing through Kun Cheng's body. Every time you walk, you will let Kun Cheng squat once, and there will be a tiny explosion on the surface.

This process is much longer than imagined.

When everyone looked back to Li Daochong, he was no longer in the same place, and returned to the most central position of the space.

Hey.

Just as all the monks were full of faces, there was an explosion in the ear.

The few Mozong monks who came along with Kun Cheng came out without any warning, and turned into a **** rain that fell from the air and fell.

When the konjac conflicted between Li Daochong and Kuncheng, it was just suspended in the air.

He thought that Kuncheng had enough to clean up Li Daochong, but Kun Cheng did not even provoke a trace of embarrassment.

Li Daochong was suspended in the air, and there was no longer any restraint on the aura, and it quickly climbed.

From the early madness of Yuan Ying to the period of the gods.

This kind of jump is nothing in the other monks, and the monk is not a rarity in the black prisoner.

However, the aura of Li Daochong's release, but the refining monks are strongly oppressed, there is a kind of want to surrender, seems to face a fit old devil.

The aura of the explosion opened up the entire space of the squad, and the strong death was actually suppressed.

Li Daochong released the aura and slowly turned his face to look at the situation. He asked quietly, "Will Wen Muyan sent you to the Blizzard Star?"

Suddenly asked questions, the first thing was a glimpse, but it quickly reacted, and the eyes that looked at Li Daochong instantly became different.

"Do you know Wen Muyan? Where is he?"

"Dead." Li Daochong uttered a word.

“How did you die?” The face changed.

"I was killed by me." Li Daochong underestimated.

"What?" The situation was shocked. The instant reaction was not believed, but immediately realized that this young man had this strength. Wen Muyan was stronger than Kuncheng.

"Do you know that the biggest mistake of your Mozong is that you should not provoke me."

Li Daochong looked pale and light~www.readwn.com~ I looked at a few silver bottles in the distance, and the killing in the eyes became more intense.

"Hahaha, do you think that killing Kun's achievements can be nothing?" The situation was full of laughter, and suddenly laughter, gloomy look at Li Daochong, "that level, the Lord can do it."

Between the words, the magical body gradually became bigger, and the magical spirits rushed out.

bass!

Almost at the same time, a ray of brilliance flashed past.

In the eyes of the konjac, the screaming fire violently jumped.

A sly face has not yet had time to express his anger, a pair of eyes have been rounded up, incredulously looking at Li Daochong.

A blood line emerges from the eyebrows of the situation. This self-defeating one wants to be the first master of the black prisoner and the sole ruler of the black ruler. He never dreams that he will be given a knife at the moment he is about to realize his wish. Kill.

The half-length separated from the situation, the two farther and far-sighted eyes are full of horror, he does not believe that all this is true.

It is not only the flesh but also the gods that have been separated.

At the same time as this knife opened the flesh, the sacred **** was directly blasted out of the body.

Lei Li completely tore the Yuanshen into pieces, leaving no trace of remnants.

The flesh that left the separation, from the inside out, burst open and turned into **** rain on the ground.

The demon sect is degraded.

The remote monks of the black prisoners opened their mouths and looked at this scene. The killing of Kuncheng was enough to be amazing, and the spike was too much.

Tianfeng ancestor is a fit-in monk, and may not be able to take a second step. After all, the late monks in the simplification of the sacred, life-saving cards, and magical additions, where it is so easy to kill.

However, the impossible thing happened so suddenly, without any omen.

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