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Chapter 928 Can you rest assured, good sir, run away

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    Qin Yang squatted outside, looking at the huge water polo that was still tumbling, his true face could not be reflected in the huge eyeballs on the water polo, only a blurry transparent thing seemed to be reflected in one eyeball.

    These days, I have maintained a star-hidden state all the time, and my proficiency has indeed risen relatively quickly under the high-level view.

    Qin Yang scratched his head, an unreal feeling emerged in his heart for no reason.

    Originally, he thought that the matter against the great priest would become a long-term goal.

    But now, things are progressing far better than he imagined.

    The power of the sunset was banned, the power of the great sun was sent by the government, and the great priest of Shenguang came to Pengci to give away the head.

    In a very short time, three people were solved.

    In fact, he wanted to leave before, and if he can seal the authority of the sunset, his goal has been achieved.

    Now there are only three left: True Fire, Death Star, and Zhiqu.

    ?Depending on the situation, the incarnation left by the Fujun here does not seem to be too weak. The three great priests in it do not have too much control over their authority, especially the real fire priest, who has only been in power for a few days.

    This incarnation of Fujun who is not too weak will do it himself, and there is probably not much suspense in all likelihood.

    Just as he was thinking about it, there was a slight wave on the surface of the water polo, and a real fire of the sun with strong authority floated out of it.

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    Qin Yang stared blankly at the real fire of the sun, which fluttered away towards the distance, with a shiver.

    Immediately stopped in front of the real sun fire, devouring it in one gulp.

    On the Book of Conferred Gods, a new page was opened again. There was a pattern of flames on the lower half, and the word "True Fire" was written on it.

    Is this incarnation of Fujun so strong?

    Qin Yang was a little puzzled and very puzzled.

    Why did he do this?

    Obviously knowing that Xingyin Xingguan was squatting in the grass here, but he took the initiative to jump out and act as a thug, and gave the authority of the great priest granted by Taihao to the Xingguan under Taiwei's command.

    Taihao and Taiwei, no matter how they don't deal with each other, they are also the same spirit, they are both emperors, their buttocks are born to sit on one side, even if they want to kill them, it is an internal conflict.

    Having eliminated Taihao's great priest and deprived him of all authority, isn't he afraid that Taiwei will take the opportunity to become bigger?

    Still feel that a dog bites a dog, and after killing one, it won't turn around and kill him with all its strength after freeing up its hands?

    Don't be so naive.

    Inside the water polo.

    The Fujun, the female cultivator, and the black-faced strong man fought against the remaining Death Star priests and the Zhiqu priests.

    There is no suspense in the ending.

    The Fujun uses his eyes as a guide, ignoring all distortions at all, and what he sees, he can touch.

    The blood of Priest Zhiqu's whole body is being drained continuously, and the vitality is also drained away, disappearing continuously.

    The Great Priest of the Death Star fought against the black-faced strong man one-on-one. It seemed that the fight was evenly matched. However, when the female cultivator, who had already fallen into a state of madness and her self-consciousness was suppressed, stood up, the situation immediately reversed.

    When she fell from one extreme to another, and could only go one way to the dark, her strength might be stronger than the previous days.

    The increase in strength that ordinary monks can bring about by becoming a demon is far inferior to the increase in strength that can be brought about by a monk who has cultivated into a golden body of Buddha bones.

    This is the same principle, the more extreme the twist, the stronger the change.

    The female cultivator maintained the last trace of self-awareness, turned into a black shadow with red eyes, and walked towards the Great Priest of the Death Star step by step.

    The black-faced burly man's energy and blood burned to the limit, and his face began to look a little older. He tried his best to control the Death Star priest, and let the female cultivator's hand press on his face.

    With a chirp, the skull head of the Death Star priest was crushed abruptly, and his body froze into an ice sculpture, which dissipated with the wind.

    A gray-white thing that looked like a water gall was left behind, and the dead and cold power began to spread towards the surroundings.

    With a wave of the Fujun's hand, the water waves rolled up, wrapping the concrete objects of authority left by the Death Star High Priest, and disappeared into the water polo.

    Qin Yang stood outside the water polo, like a baby bird waiting to be fed, raised his head expressionlessly, opened his mouth wide, and devoured the authority of the Death Star Great Priest in one gulp.

    In Haiyan, there is another page in the Book of Conferred Gods.

    There is only the last Priest Zhiqu left.

    There is no suspense anymore.sp; When all the distortions disappeared in the Fengshen Book, a new name appeared on a new page.

    To the song

    The moment Qin Yang banned Zhiqu, Twelve, who fell into madness, suddenly stopped.

    The thing she felt in her heart was extremely important, but she couldn't remember it at all. No matter how she searched for records, there was no hint of it, and it finally surfaced.

    A look of horror appeared on her face.

    In an instant, she came to the desk where she usually wrote letters, and looked towards the peach blossom tree outside the window.

    In her eyes, it seemed that a layer of tulle was gradually dissipating.

    In her eyes, she saw a stone table and a stone bench slowly appearing under the peach blossom tree.

    A handsome man in a long gown was sitting on a stone bench, holding a book, as if fascinated by it.

    Seems to be aware of Twelve's gaze.

    The man closed the book and turned to look at her with a smile on his face.

    "Twelve, thank you for your hard work."

    An unspeakable fear exploded in Twelve's heart.

    She finally remembered that Taihao had never left.

    Taihao has always been here.

    When the authority of the last great priest was deprived, the last trace of blindness disappeared completely.

    She was full of fear, and her heart was instantly filled with despair. She let out a heart-piercing roar towards the window.

    "Good sir, run away, this is a trap!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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