Medical Sovereign

The dark air covering the sun and the sun shrouded Ding Ning's figure, covering everyone's sight.

With a smirk on his face, Miyamoto Akira said proudly with his hands on his back: "It's your pleasure to be a nourishment to Hachi."

"A little snake, Hachi?"

Ding Ning's indifferent voice came from the black mist.

Miyamoto's face changed, and then he sneered again: "I didn't expect to have a little skill, but I can stick to it now, but then, you will still die."

After speaking, he uttered a word in his mouth, opened his mouth and spit out a spit of blood and sprayed it into the black gas, and the black mist began to violently swell, and the **** snake even heard a loud roar.

Miyamoto's slightly pale face was smug with contentment, and he laughed wildly: "Boy, you have completely angered me, even forced me to use a drop of essence blood, and Yaki will tear you a little bit Broken into its snack ... "

"You have too much nonsense."

Ding Ning's voice suddenly came again, and Xiahou Weiyang and Qu Wuyou, who almost couldn't help but want to start, let out a long sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw that the madly surging black mist gathered like Ding Ning quickly toward the direction of Ding Ning, and the black gas continued to disappear, gradually showing a proud and standing figure, not who was Ding Ning.

It's just a surprise that he has a black eight-headed snake wrapped around his hand, just like a tame pet, with a flat face spitting out the snake letter, where is the fierce and mighty momentum before.

"No, this is impossible, eh!"

Miyamoto shouted with an incredulous expression on his face, wondering whether it was angry or the spiritual connection between Hachi and him had been cut off, which caused him to be bitten back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the momentum quickly faded.

"Just a snake-like ghost, even dare to call it the Eighth Great Snake."

Ding Ning was playing with the ghost in his hand, with a disdainful expression, just looking at Miyamoto's eyes as if looking at a beautiful undressed woman, full of fiery color.

I did not expect that Fusang's style **** is a ghost, with the same root as the little ghost head, and it can be used as a nine ghost, so at this moment he can easily kill Miyamoto Akira, but he hasn't started, and I look forward to his release God, lest he go looking for ghosts everywhere.

"Dead, let me die."

Miyamoto Minghao was very cooperative, roaring with red eyes, his body exuded a black gas, and a dark shadow flew to Ding Ning like lightning.

Ding Ning's face showed a strange color, and he said in shock: "It turned out to be a dog."

Miyamoto Akira, who was pushing the **** with full force, almost spit out old blood, and yelled angrily, "What dog, this is a big tengu."

"Da Tengu is not a dog."

Ding Ning's disdainful voice came: "It's so ugly, it's not prestigious at all, how can I take him out to walk the dog in the future."

A mighty mouthful of old blood from Miyamoto spit out, his hair turned upside down, and he yelled like a madman: "Bite it, kill me."

Before Ding Ning moved, a little bit of human disdain flashed through the eyes of the little black snake, and he darted out like a lightning to the big Tengu. One of the mouths of his head suddenly opened, and it turned into a big blood bowl. Mouth swallowed the mighty big tengu with a spit, and satiated with a full face, and slumped back to Ding Ning, and slammed on his arm like invitation.

Ding Ning said unpleasantly, "That's my dog, you spit it out for me."

The little black snake, like the angry little daughter-in-law, reluctantly opened his mouth to spit out the big Tengu.

Ding Ning ignored it, holding on to the big Tengu dog's neck that hadn't figured out what the condition was, his hand flashed with fluorescence. After a while, the big Tengu had converged fiercely and searched for a miniature puppy. , Low eyebrows, like pets began to coquettishly sell cute.

Miyamoto's face was all green. He thought Ding Ning had used some secret method to cut off the connection between him and Hachi. As long as he killed him, he could regain Hachi's control. However, he did not expect that Hagi Betrayed himself and helped Ding Ning deal with himself.

Ding Ning watched with interest the black pocket puppy the size of a ping-pong ball, flattered his tongue and licked his palm, and looked forward to Miyamoto Akira with a look of anticipation. carry on."

"Well, I didn't expect Shenzhou to have a yin and yang teacher. Do you really think that Baqi is my strongest god?"

Miyamoto Minghao was bleeding in his heart, staring viciously at Ding Ning, grinning his teeth.

Ding Ning raised her eyebrows and said with interest: "There are stronger ones, let them out."

"This is the strongest deity worshipped by my Miyamoto family. Since you want to see, I will satisfy you."

Miyamoto's eyes flashed a savage look.

The strongest inherited **** in the family, he has no control at all. Once released, he may even die, but he has no retreat, and even if they all die together, he will never allow Yachi and Datengu to be taken away by the person.

The horror was permeated, and the monstrous **** mist was surging, wrapping Miyamoto Akira in it, and Yaki and Datengu were even afraid, lying on Ding Ning's hands and shaking.

Ding Ningyun's light-hearted expression also became a bit dignified. If Hachi and Big Tengu such as a little ghost are treated, then Miyamoto Akira is about to release a terrible ghost.

"Who disturbed me who was sleeping."

An extremely beautiful female voice echoed in the sky, but the voice was extremely cold, making people feel that the temperature around them seemed to drop by dozens of degrees.

"It is your servant, Miyamoto Akihiro of the Miyamoto family, who has encountered difficulties and asks for your help."

Miyamoto Akio bent over ninety degrees and said very humbly.

"The Miyamoto family?"

The female voice seemed to be immersed in memories, and then said lightly: "Then you should know the rules of my shot."

"Of course, I know!"

Miyamoto Akira did not hesitate to pull out a Taidao, and cut off one of his arms with a knife.

A weird thing happened. The broken arm did not fall to the ground along gravity, but floated in the air, and a whisper turned into a **** mist, quickly condensing an illusive woman figure.

It was just that the breath from the woman was terrifying, as if there was no end to the skyrocketing sky, even the face of Liu Sheng's sword **** was scared.

Ding Ning's eyes narrowed, staring in horror at the illusive figure. Is this damned woman a **** of style? What is clearly a remnant of a super strong.

The woman's breath gradually stopped at the height of the sacred martial arts state, and a little unpleasant whispered: "Not enough, I can't even recover one tenth of my strength."

Miyamoto's face turned green again, and finally understood why the family's ancestor Qian Dingwan told that the strongest **** must not be summoned easily until the Miyamoto family was facing a life and death crisis.

This type of **** is not at all controllable by human powers, she will back bite her master at any time, leaving no bones or swallows.

But now, under the cold eyes of Shishen, he did not dare to have any refusal thoughts, gritted his teeth, and cut his left leg.

Huh!

That leg instantly turned into a mist of blood, absorbed by the goddess of the goddess, and the shape quickly became solidified, and the corresponding breath became more and more terrifying.

"This ... this ... Snow ... Snowgirl?"

A hibiscus warrior rubbed his eyes in disbelief, looking at the flawless and flawless figure, whispered in a low voice: "Why is Snow Girl red? This is completely different from the records."

"This ... this is a mutant blood girl."

The other warrior's teeth were fighting, his face panicked.

The warrior who had heard of the **** woman was indifferent, and one of the elders was screaming in horror: "Is Miyamoto Akira crazy? He dared to call the **** girl, and the **** girl came out and did not drink 3,000 Blood, never stop. "

"Not enough, not enough."

The Blood Girl didn't seem to care about who summoned her, and looked coldly around her. No one dared to look at her as far as she could see.

Because the eyes were too cold, as cold as a goddess above nine days, and indifferent to the humble ants, people seemed to be frozen, cold all over the body, cold hands and feet.

Even Liu Sheng's sword **** was no exception. Not only did he not dare to look at her, he even took a few steps backwards, and actually planned to slip away.

Obviously, he had heard the legend of the blood girl, who thought he was just in danger.

Hearing, but after her breath had skyrocketed to the point where he could not see through, he was already guilty and decided to leave this right and wrong place immediately.

"I……"

Miyamoto's face was pale, and there was no tears to cry. I thought that a big killer had been sacrificed, and I was able to get together with the classics. I did not expect that the first one to suffer was myself.

"Ok!"

The blood girl snorted coldly, and her hand made a move, and Miyamoto's entire body smashed into a mass of blood mist absorbed by the blood girl.

Don't look at her nakedness, the beauty is like the person in the painting, but there is no fragrant color in her life, only infinite fear fills her heart.

"Run away!"

The old man who had scolded Akira Miyamoto before can no longer resist the fear in his heart, and yelled and ran away as if he had lost his heart.

When he ran, the Fuso warrior, who was full of fear, dared to stay, and fled away, only hated that his father and mother had lost two legs.

Liu Sheng's Sword God had made up his mind to run away. Seeing that everyone had fled, he attracted the attention of the blood girl. Where he could take care of the challenge, he disappeared with a sigh.

After his refusal to fight, Noji Yokoki knew that Yagyu Sword God would never let him go, so when Miyamoto's shot attracted everyone's attention, he took advantage of the unpreparedness and slipped away. .

However, he was afraid of being discovered by Liu Sheng's sword god, so he never dared to move too much. When he figured that he would not be caught up and was about to run away, he heard the sound of breaking air behind him.

He was so frightened that he was frightened, and turned his head to look hastily, and found that it was Liu Sheng's sword god. He was trembling with fright, and screamed desperately. Is it possible that my son, the immortal emperor, will die in the hands of this mortal ant.

But the next moment, he found that Liu Sheng's sword **** was like he hadn't seen him, and he stunned by a whisper beside him.

Yesi Hengqiu's face was dull, thinking what was the situation, did he suddenly have the stealth ability, Liu Sheng sword **** could not see himself at all?

Before he could figure out what was going on, a fiery red figure whistled past him.

"Well, it turned out to be a bare-skinned beauty, waitress, wait for me, add a WeChat, and make friends."

Without the threat of death, the first realm of the immortal world immediately recovered, and shouted after it.

Ding Ning, who was observing all of this with his divine sense, suddenly became very weird. Who is this buddy, and what kind of cow is he really trying to pick up with his life.

He believed that if this buddy saw that those who had fled had no bones at this moment and became the nourishment of that woman, let alone picking up girls, how far the cliff would run.

"Hey buddy, you are so fast, I hurry up to catch up."

At this moment, a gasping voice came, and a very non-mainstream young man ran up panting, ignoring Xiahou Weiyang's weird complexion, and enthusiastically extended his hand, introducing himself: "My name is Yang Qiyuan, and I usually like to play cool running."

"Parkour?"

Ding Ning sucked at the corner of his mouth, and the whole person was stunned. Playing cool running can run at this speed. This dude is also a bull.

“Hey, it ’s not me who blows. I ’ve played cool running for many years. I have n’t met any opponents in Qingjiang Province. Only you can convince my buddies to take it. The speed is by no means covered. under."

Yang Qiyuan stooped, hands clasped on his knees, and panting, he said passionately.

Ding Ning gave him a strange look: "Yang Qiyuan?"

"Well, yes, my name is Yang Qiyuan. What's your name?"

Yang Qiyuan said with joy.

"Who is Yang Qifei?"

Ding Ning asked coldly.

Ding Ning looked familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it. After he reported to the family, he suddenly remembered that it was not him who had seen it, but that this guy was similar to Yang Qifei.

"That's my elder brother, uh ... wow."

Yang Qiyuan did not expect that Ding Ning actually knew his elder brother, and immediately remembered that it seemed like he had forgotten Chen Xiaolu's affairs, and annoyedly patted his head and ran away.