Douluo, please call me the dean

"In this, more than a half of the evil spirits!"

"How is this possible!"

I don't believe in Wang Jian, I have some dissatisfaction in my eyes.

Although he did not indute it, he couldn't help him, and those vendors were still a common person, whether they are ordinary people.

More importantly, he did not detect soul fluctuations from them.

Ok? !

Solitary blog suddenly found it wrong, I couldn't help but got the bottom of the vendor below.

No soul fluctuations, some are wrong!

After the martial arts awakened, even the soul of the sky is low, with the gradual growth of the age, even if it doesn't go to active cultivation, it is almost no soul fluctuation, this is very strange. .

Anyway, these people should have a one-class soul, how can the soul fluctuate?

"You can't see it. It is also true. The evil spirits are usually hidden with ordinary people. You want to see who is the evil spirits from ordinary people, unless ... you are a specialism Soul. "

Stepp ...

Just when a few people chatted, the direction of the stairs suddenly came to the footsteps.

It's a young man who looks very calm, but his face looks some of the same pale, not just receiving their waiters, and is not like diners.

"Everyone, our leader wants to see you."

Wang Jian picks up his eyebrows, is the master?

"How did you find us?"

Solitary asked with lonely.

"We will pay attention to each of the strangers in the city, let alone the royal dear, and the strong of Douu Luo."

The young people flashed a thick taboo.

In accordance with the words above, these people are probably being poor, and the title of the title wants to find their trouble ...

He slammed a breath and stabilized his heart.

"Let's go!"

Wang Jian got up and did not have slightly dragged water.

Or everything is still in their plans.

However, careful to drive a thousand ships, on the road to the young people, Wang Jian, who is still alone, let him stay vigilant.

As the night, this power is not what he needs worry.

The city owner.

"Dean Wang, we met again."

The man who looks very stable to Wang Sword, unexpectedly, this so-called leader is still an acquaintance.

"Hui? It turned out to be you ..."

Wang Jian's eyes were squatted.

At the beginning, in the return of Ma Hongjun, the return of congenital defects, it was this person to borrow people, but only the battle did not really open, both sides were only seen.

"It seems that you still have a thief."

The voice of Wang Jian is faint, and it is cold.

Hui face seems to be a bit bitter, he slowly said: "The Dean of the Wang, this is a misunderstanding."

"misunderstanding?"

Wang Jian's eyes flashed a cold light, no matter whether it is misunderstanding in his mouth, his purpose is to destroy these cult organizations, as long as it kills, it is definitely not wrong.

Ok? !

Hui felt the killing of Wang Jian and the soul of the swing, suddenly the face changed.

However, he quickly returned to calm and laughed: "It seems that the royal deannel don't want to listen to me."

"In this case, then we will see the true chapter under his hand."

His voice came down, killing two people from oblique, one person, one goal, killing the night, noble.

The night glanced at Wang Jian, Wang Jian was calm, and the sound said: "Let's play with them, see if there is any big fish."

I nodded in the dark, and the soul of my soul was fighting together.

These two people are all acquaintances, which is that the same pleasure is ambushed.

However, Wang Jian remembered that their cultivation was only around Lu Luo, but now the three people have already broken into the realm of the title, and it is no wonder that there is confidence.

"It seems that the pearth of the prince is very strong."

Hui, I'm afraid of the dark night, and there is no intelligence about the night's strength, and the offense of the face seems to be a bit more excited.

The battle of the title Kuo is started, and the residents in the city have no color.

However, compared to ordinary people, they are obviously unable to know the power, they have escapped towards the battlefield.

In an instant, here turned into an empty city!

Here, it became the battlefield!

Om -

With white, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black nine circle rings rose, and smiling Wang Jian.

"as you wish!"

Wang Jian said calmly, and he raised the nine circle of white soul rings in his feet in his eyes.

Chapter 535, Ninth Soul

Some of the horror of Wang Jian's soul ring, the face is very ugly, no longer confidence.

People can lying, the soul ring will not lying.

"Seales Douro!"

"How? Have any opinion?"

Wang Jian picked his eyebrows. This guy looks like a very uncomfortable look.

He said with his eyes, and said: "Even your A cat Aka can achieve the title of Douro, what is the strange thing to be a title?"

Hui is no longer talking, and the face is gloomy.

His heart is somewhat amazed, on the one hand, surprised Wang Jian's progress, on the other hand, is surprised by Wang Jian Soul.

Ying Ying's white light flashes, full of holy and Hao Ran's breath.

This seems not a ten-year soul ring, and no one has never been able to cultivate the realm of the title of the title of the Soul ring in Wuhun, which is theoretically impossible.

Because the soul ring has addition to the rear cultivation, if it is a ten-year soul ring, it is unimaginable.

Hui's heart is tight, the face is sinking.

With the "", his hands appeared in the hands of the blood marks, the knife is like a broken white bone, covered with a bloody wound.

The knife is like Qingtian Silver Moon, but it is white and white. At this moment, there is a sense of mottled beauty.

In the next second, Hui was killed in the past.

The blood march knife broke out of the sky, and the red-red moon arc appeared to look extremely beautiful.

At that moment, the smell of the smell was filled out.

It seems that it is not a knife, but a long river covered with strong blood.

Wang Jian's eyes were squinted and slowly looked up the tap in his hand.

In the faint, there seems to have a strange grass and fragrance from Wang Jian 's hand, and there is no trace of bloody smell in the air.

Gently vigorously, and Ying is rushing toward the blood red blood arc.

It seems that Snow is fascinated by Chaoyang, and the lair is silent, and there is no sound in the field of view.

Hui's face changed again.

drink!

His mouth came out of a sinking, the whole person suddenly took the sky, the blood of the people made people like a wolf smoke, and the support was rolling up, and the smoke cloud was born.

The original sunny sky suddenly became grays, but another round of round bloody moon came out.

The blood month is empty, the killing is getting stronger!

"interesting!"

Wang Jian is flashing, it seems to be a power!

Under the blood, the face of Hui is crazy, and the face is exhausted.

"The blood month is empty, kill!"

Om -

The bloody moon fell in the sky, these mist don't seem to be very lightweight, and the opposite is extremely heavy, and it seems to have a heavy contamination like the mud.

The blood month is like the broken big hole above the day, and the bloody fog is sinking from the sky.

The unheard of bloody, stench, also filled with corrosive power.

Originally, there are some small grass in this extremely evil environment, but when the blood fog contacts them, they are quickly withered, become a black group.

The remaining two evil spirits have been greatly increasing after the shine of the bloody moonlight, and the face is revealing the crazy smile, and the face is horrible!

The whole person is not good.

His face is ugly looking at the woman who waving long whip crazy, muttered: "Made, this group of evil spirits are all mad!"

Wang Jian has seen that these people are extremely exciting at the moment.

The power of the blood month makes them crazy, and the strength has also increased varying degrees.

"disease!"

The blood marks in the hands of the hands dance, and his soul rings on his body trembled.

The thirteen swordscent waves from the blood marks in the hands, and drilled into the space directly.

The calm space seems to have a certain degree of distortion, like a bloody knife that is lightning, smoking the world, smokes into a scarlet blood color.

"!"

The crisp and unconscious space is broken, and the whole thirteen knife is from the thirteen angles to Wang Jian's body.

Wang Jian's eyesight, whispered.

"Tiandi Datong!"

Among them, there is an unmolounded breath to cover this world.

Hui saw the ninth soul of Wang Jian.

It seems that there is a sudden rise in the sky, the ray is extremely vast, with the power to describe it in words, and love you does not exist light and hot, but they directly wear the bloody moon. Horror, directly put blood light.

At the same time, there is still his thirteen's fierce knife!

There is no change in the world, and there is no light, but his thirteen knives have disappeared without trace.

Hui is very clear, there is a lot of this world.

He looked at Wang Jian to take a deep look at him, and the eyes of the eyes hiding deeply, and the cold made him couldn't help.

This eye seems to be on the gaze.

If he still feels that he is just a horrible person, then he feels that he is in harmony with the whole sky, and it is impossible to feel weak.

"It's time for the world!"

With Wang Jian gentle, there is an inexplicable Great to condense between the heavens and the earth, and let him feel a small little.

The ancient literati Yaike feels the heavens and the earth, one of the people!