Chapter 235 Miss Liu

Anyone who saw the scene just now knew that it was acting, so the fox, the beautiful snake, and the rabbit-eared women did not boo. Instead, they cheered in unison like a welcome hero, around Xuan Yuying, pinching her shoulders, feeding water, and holding a Ruyi golden staff.

The worm emperor demon, the tiger is too old, but the central priest looks at her in surprise. The Western master's face is even more gloomy like a piece of ice for thousands of years, and may break out at any time.

Outside, there is Tianzhao Iran holding the magic weapon 'Youhun White Bone Flag', which is challenging, so Xuanyuying has to pull a few of them aside and comfort him, mainly to say to the central master: "Don't be over-hearted. I just managed to do something in the magic weapon of the Oriental master. At the most critical moment, I will detonate it and temporarily get rid of it. A few seconds away from his control, this is the best chance to defeat him. You must seize it.

Hu Wei Taisui roared, "The man who went to war before was the third prince of Fusang. How could he cooperate with you in acting?" At present, the most important thing in the demon alliance is this big event. As one of the five demon kings, he naturally knows the characters and materials of the Five Heavenly Demon Sect.

As soon as this doubt was raised, everyone suddenly doubted. Looking at the puzzled eyes of the four people, Xuan Yuying smiled mysteriously and said, "There is nothing I can't do in this world! Don't worry, this is the victory or defeat. I will help you later.

Now, the central priest has no choice but to take a few deep breaths, which makes the plump chest waves fluctuate a few times, and suddenly shakes out a black mandala flower from her body, the size of an umbrella, with a little dewdrops hanging on it, which is sacrificed on the top of her head. It is difficult to hurt her body without breaking this layer of defense.

At the same time, there is also a 'thousand-layer Chiba gyro', which is turquoise, with a thread-like drill at the lower end, quickly turning and making a rooster-like cry. It is only the size of a water cup, floating in the palm of the central god. It seems that she is not unprepared. Maybe she even took out the old notebook at the bottom of the box.

The main body of the Central Church came out more and more, and its charming eyes looked at the aggressive Tianzhao Iran, and said delicately, "Brother, the little woman wants to compete with you, and she doesn't want to compete for the five masters. You have to show mercy."

In the eyes of Tianzhao Iran, a familiar woman walked to him with a black umbrella, as if she had just experienced a heavy rain. The raindrops slowly slipped on the umbrella. Some fell to the ground, and some dripped into her clothes and quickly penetrated in. Soon, it was a large area of wet, and it could be faintly seen. The full breasts of the torn clothes, the slender waist, and a large area of snow-white skin.

The woman's lips were as rosy as rouge, but just now she seemed to have been abused by the cold wind, and it became a little blue and swollen, and her pink cheeks were also frozen and white. A few raindrops hit the ends of her ear and stuck together, which looked particularly embarrassed and particularly pitiful.

The best thing in Tianzhao Iran is a mature woman. The central priest's dress is almost tailor-made for him. The charm can't be resisted at all, and he doesn't need to resist it. Everything he likes to grab it!

He waved the ghost white bone flag and forced it up with a ferocious smile, and his eyes turned red and said, "Beauty, go to sleep well."

The central priest seemed to be dumbfounded, standing still...

Inside the Doushentai is a battlefield, and there is also a battlefield outside where Zhao Er asks for gambling debts from the god concubine Wuwan. The dangerous place is more dangerous than deciding the ownership of the five heavenly demon religion, because they are facing the heavenly demon prince and his mother, the divine concubine Wuwan from the extraterritorial world!

But you can't lose the gambling debt, otherwise you will lose momentum, and it will be very difficult to get along with each other in the future. Zhao Er stretched out his hand and smiled, "White Bone Lady, where's the wonderful maid you mentioned? Why didn't I see it?" Look at the disappointment of looking left and right.

"Old thief, be careful to die in the wind at night." The demon prince said with a smile.

Zhao Er nodded to thank him for his concern: "Well, although I look very old, it's still no problem to be twenty-san in one night. But you reminded me that I will pay attention to moderation.

Prince Tianmo came directly with his fist. Zhao Er did not dare to underestimate him from beginning to end. Whether he showed recklessness, irritability, or the appearance of a simple guy who was easily provoked, he did not give up any vigilance. Who knows if he deliberately showed it? Therefore, he dodged very much and squeezed them with words and said, "If you can't afford to lose, don't gamble with others. Next time, I will have a long memory." He dodged three attacks in a row, and gradually became a little reluctant.

The imperial concubine Wu Wan stretched out her hand, brushed her hair, and smiled, "Don't worry, I'll give you your victory. Before that, don't be knocked down by my good son." With a smile, she twisted her waist and walked to a willow tree and looked up twice. It seemed that there was a beautiful woman hidden on it.

It followed her and looked up. She saw the long weeping willows swaying in the wind. Not to mention people, even a Zhili did not see it.

Prince Tianmo thought that he would be blocked by the divine concubine Wuwan. Hearing the words, he completely let go of the four strong horse legs that had changed from his lower body and trampled on them.

"I'm not the son of man, I'm not the son of man, I'll hit you on the head." Zhao Er did not give in at all. He picked up the crutch and hit it. This is not an ordinary wooden crutch yesterday, but the 'Laojun crutch' asked for from the Seven Ghost Masters. Ordinary swords are hard to hurt, even some less powerful magic weapons can't hurt it at all.

Unexpectedly, the demon prince raised his hand and left five deep finger marks on it. Although it has not been broken, it is only four or five times later.

Zhao Er knew his strength for a long time, but he didn't expect him to be so powerful. He thought about whether to use several other powerful magic weapons and tried to pester him.

The monsters onlookers along the way retreated one after another, cursing and fighting inside. What's the wind outside? Some grumpy and fierce monsters aimed at Zhao Er and the Demon Prince to release poison, magic weapons, apertures, and colorful things to make the situation in the field even more chaotic.

The imperial concubine Wuwan only focused on her willow tree from beginning to end. Suddenly, she floated up and picked up the tenderest greenest willow branch at the top of the willow tree, folded it down and took it in her hand to watch. She nodded and seemed to be very satisfied. Then she relaxed the pores of her fingertips and dripped a drop of blood!

The little wicker spread in the air and fell to the ground. Unexpectedly, it became an elf with green skin and flowery eyebrows. His body could fly when standing lightly. It seemed that there were no bones, only more than ten catties.

"Madam, isn't it too wasteful for you to give her your blood?" It can't hide the envious look on its face. You know, in the blood of the imperial concubine Wuwan, there is the consciousness and mana that she doesn't know how many years of cultivation have accumulated.

Xiao Liutiao changed from an ignorant plant to an elf who can walk and move in an instant. Among them, he briefly wrote about 10,000 years of hard work, so he looked at the benefactor who gave her life gratefully.

"From now on, you can call Miss Liu. Go ahead and do as I say." The imperial concubine Wu Wan pointed to the direction of the battle between Zhao Er and Prince Tianmo and said softly. The willow elves nod and immediately flew over.

God Concubine Wuwan squinted for a long time before saying to it, "Her benefits are more than that. Unfortunately, this is your blessing, but you don't want it."

It looks ugly, and I can't figure out where the benefits are? Forget it, it's important for her to hunt the boy who was a virgin at night. Her eyes naturally turned to the Doushentai and looked at the Xuanyu baby who looked like Zhao Er.

During the fierce battle outside, there was no idleness inside. Tianzhao Iran's tactics were very simple. She sacrificed the ghost white bone flag and used its mysterious ability to crush the dementor to overwhelm the head of the central leader to make her fall into a coma as soon as possible and capture it in one fell swoop.

The central leader is not a good person. Whenever the ghost white bone flag falls on her head, the black mandala flowers bloom, and the flowers are fragrant, blocking the bone flag and the ghosts rushing out of it.

The gyro in her palm also rotated and released rapidly. The grass, wood and stones on the ground were pulled closer to the center of the gyro by a strange force. Even the invisible ghost and the figure of Amaterai Iran were unconsciously leaning over, almost being twisted like the fruit being put into the juicer.

Fortunately, he quickly woke up. Tianzhao Iran was not interested in hunting and shouted, releasing eighteen strange-shaped evil spirits from the ghost white bone flags. There were blue-faced tusks called Yecha, there were river boy souls as short as a buckets, bleeding eyes, and long tongues that could be used as quilts for eighteen people. They were red and fishy... ...Obviously, these are the strong among millions of ghosts. As soon as they appear, they are very tyrannical. The ghosts in the way are torn and swallowed by them, and instinctively want to escape.

But they were driven by Tianzhao Iran, tearing the black mandala flowers around the head of the central priest, as if to vent the resentment they had accumulated for hundreds of thousands of years. Soon, the mandala flowers fell one by one, and the situation was in danger.

"Little bitch, come into my flag and be a beautiful ghost!" Tianzhao Iran laughed proudly and didn't realize that the ghost white bone flag itself emitted a faint golden light.

"It's time!" Xuan Yuying and Yao Weiming, who were watching the battle on both sides, stood up fiercely. One of them put their hands together and read the 'Nan Wu A Mi Rebirth Curse' that had just been engraved on the ghost white bone flag just now. The other looked solemnly made Tianzhao Iran teach the magic formula, desperately grabbing the control of the ghost white bone flag.

"What's going on?" Seeing that the victory was in hand, Tianzhao Iran still stared at the central leader to prevent her from fighting back to death. Unexpectedly, the expected counterattack did not arrive. He suddenly rebelled after using decades of magic weapons. It became surprisingly hot. The golden light shone on eighteen evil spirits, roared together, and his body melted in half. Why did he escape from control and counterattack?

The ghost white bone flag is about to fly away. Although it is not strong enough to escape from his palm, it has shocked Amatera Iran very much. His look fell into the eyes of the central god, and the young woman who was struggling to support immediately knew that the opportunity had come!

He rushed up, and the jade hand hugged Tianzhao Iran's chest and abdomen, and his lips were aimed at his neck and bit him fiercely!