Resurrection of Terror: Opening Fusion Black Impermanence

The mighty aura surged around, swept away the surrounding Yin Qi.

Followed by.

This dazzling golden light turned into a huge figure wearing a purple robe and a jade crown, which was actually twice the size of the thousand-year-old ghost.

Swish!

Su Yu, who showed the appearance of the city god, opened his eyes slightly, and two beams of divine light shot out from his eyes, which was extremely domineering.

Raise your hand!

There was a turbulent situation, and the huge palm of the city god, in the terrified eyes of the thousand-year-old ghost, severely suppressed it.

Under this momentum, the Millennium Ghost Flood Dragon was even a little immobile, pinched in his hand like a little chicken.

Su Yu's majestic voice sounded like spring thunder.

"How dare you call yourself a river god? Today, I will ask you to taste the pain of deboning and skin cramps!"

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Chapter 168

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The thousand-year-old Jiaogui was terrified, struggling frantically, trying to break free from Jin Guangda's hands.

too strong!

Yudu City God is too powerful.

I thought that after absorbing the power of Jiaozhu, after the strength skyrocketed, I would be able to touch the opponent no matter what.

Can!

What about the facts?

The current self, like a weak chicken, is caught in the hands of the other party, how miserable it is.

"Forgive me, spare me..."

"I don't dare any more..."

The thousand-year-old Flood Dragon struggled with incomparable fear in his heart, and corrosive ghost aura gushed out from his body.

But in an instant, the bursts of golden light will dissipate.

"Lord Chenghuang is so strong..."

"River God...Bah, this abominable ghost has finally been suppressed..."

"We are saved..."

Seeing this scene, everyone in Crab Village cheered.

They all knelt down and bowed to the dazzling golden light of the city god, and with the most devout awe, engraved this scene firmly in their hearts.

The thousand-year-old ghost is still struggling.

Su Yu's eyes flickered, and another big hand waved down, directly pressing it on its head, and pinching it fiercely.

boom!

The sound of cracking came out.

The bloody horn on the top of the thousand-year-old Jiaogui's head was like a bubble, and it was directly squeezed.

A lot of slime, from which it shoots).

Scattered in the air, it was scattered by the dazzling golden light.

"Ah ah ah ah...

The Millennium Flood Ghost was in great pain, and Su Yu reached out and grabbed the scales on top of its head, tearing it down fiercely.

Oh!

The sound of cloth 14 and silk being torn rang out.

A large piece of black scale armor was torn from the flesh and blood by Su Yu, and countless foul-smelling blood spilled out.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

In the shrill screams of the thousand-year-old ghost Jiao, in less than a breath, all the scales on its body had been torn off by Su Yu.

Only vague flesh remained.

"Forgive me......."

After being peeled off, the breath of the thousand-year-old ghost dragon has shrunk a lot, and even the range of struggle is much smaller.

pleading.

beg for mercy.

The pain of living peeling is unbearable.

Su Yu was indifferent.

This is peeled off!

And cramping and deboning.

How can you not speak?

Swish!

Under the desperate and terrified eyes of the thousand-year-old ghost Jiao, Su Yu grabbed the palm of his hand and directly clasped it into its flesh and blood.

On its belly, pull hard.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"It hurts..."

The thousand-year-old Jiaogui struggled and screamed, and Su Yu pulled out a black Jiaojin with the thickness of a small leg.

Ka Ka Ka!

Ka Ka Ka!

The sour voice sounded, and Su Yu pulled the thousand-year-old ghost Jiaojiao's tendons out of his body inch by inch.

It is several dozen feet long, and it is extremely flexible in the hand, as if it is carrying the warmth of blood.

pat!

Without the tendons, the shape of the thousand-year-old ghost can no longer stand up, the body slumps down, and there is only endless fear and despair in his eyes.

Ruined!

Got cramped and skinned.

Are you still alive?

But it wasn't over yet, Su Yu twitched his tendons and grabbed it with his bare hands, clasping its bones from the flesh and blood on the back of the Thousand Year Ghost Flood Dragon.

Swipe hard!

"Ah ah ah ah ah......."

The thousand-year-old ghost only felt that the strength of his body was rapidly dissipating, and the pain made it want to die immediately.

In the eyes of everyone in awe, the bones of the Millennium Flood Dragon were forcibly picked out by Su Yu.

Only Soft Tata's flesh and blood was left, holding its last breath.

"just kill me......."

The thousand-year-old Jiaogui is already exhausted.

The breath on the body is rapidly dissipating, wilting, and a large amount of pus and blood is constantly pouring out from all parts of the body.

Like a downpour of rain.

Just before it landed, it was evaporated by the golden light emanating from Su Yu's body.

"Spit out the Jiaozhu!"

Su Yu spoke indifferently.

At this time, the thousand-year-old Flood Dragon still has the will to resist, it knows, even if it doesn't spit it out.

This ferocious Yudu, the Snake City God, will also cut open his stomach and take it himself.

Might as well spit it out and save the pain.

It opened its mouth with difficulty, and a cyan bead exuding a strong ghostly energy rolled out of its mouth.

In the night, there is a misty light, and the 'drip yo' is spinning.

Su Yu took a move and put the Jiaozhu away.

"Lord Chenghuang, please, give me a pain - hurry up..." The Millennium Flood Dragon has long since lost its previous arrogance.

pleading.

It thought silently in its heart, what kind of blood mold did it fall into that it would smash into the hands of the gods of the underworld!

It's cramping, skinning, and deboning again!

So brutal!

Su Yu ignored it, accepted the dharma image, and stood in the clouds with incomparable majesty.

In his hand, he was holding a thousand-year-old ghost dragon that was countless times bigger than himself.

"Forget the River!"