Chapter 496, Fight Wave Strike, Three Seconds Kill

The puppet master is almost shouting like a short circuit. The devil-like man in front of him has really brought too much impact and horror to it. It is not afraid, not afraid, not afraid, not afraid of it.

Under the sword light of the four golden armor puppets, the ancestor of Qilie was already scarred all over his body, but there was a bloody mouth on the **. Two defensive spiritual weapons and five top-grade defense weapons had been broken on the ground. However, even if he persisted to such a point, the ancestor of Qi Lie was still at the point of exhaustion. His On the side, there is only a golden-scaly fire mirror that is like the scorching sun, which is still scattered with red and vigorous brilliance.

The broken ground is full of defensive magic weapons, because the seven martyrs who have golden scales and fire mirrors in his hand really don't need other attack weapons, and using them is also a waste of true mana.

The red firelight swirled in the air, surrounding the ancestors of the seven martyrs and four golden armor puppets at the same time. The four golden armor puppets that build the foundation are indeed beneficial, but their defense base has not exceeded the upper limit of the attack of the ancestors of the seven martyrs, so at this time they are also broken in scars, a hundred-year-old demon who dominates. Since he can live to this day, this in itself shows his strength. If you want to hurt him, both people and puppets must pay a heavy enough price.

There are only two of the four golden armored puppets that are still basically intact, and the other two are missing an arm and one with few legs. If it hadn't been for the deadly danger on these puppets before killing every time. At least three of the four golden armored puppets had fallen. These puppets should have self-exploding arrays and so on, so I feel very dangerous every time I kill. How should I deal with it..."

Even if the ancestor's mind is still clear, no hurry, no panic, no fear, no chaos, this horrible combat literacy is particularly perfect in the seven martyrs who have been fighting for a lifetime.

Gradually, Qi Lie noticed the red blood water slowly surrounding his direction under his feet. He looked sideways and saw that Mo Yu was lying on the ground as if he had lost his breath, but the blood under him was slowly flowing under the action of a strange force, as if some force was pulling them.

Noting this, the ancestor of Qi Lie, while manipulating the red flame and four golden armor puppets to stabilize the attack and defense, he smiled at the puppet master not far away and whispered, "Ancestor, when I was three years old, I entered the ground as a "food" and worshipped the old ancestor of Moyang as a teacher at the table at the age of five. At the age of seven, I killed people, and began to be officially at the age of nine. Accepting what the master's mantle learned, at the age of 13, he was already a famous demon genius in the northern practice world... People like me, even if they are going to die, they must take their enemies to hell together. Although it's a loss to pull a puppet to die together, it's not easy to pick.

The secluded words are like the coldest wind blowing in the north, like an invisible knife, scraping into the flesh, bringing out a cold feeling that makes those who are not strong can't help shivering.

The golden armored puppet around the ancestor of Qi Lie is not affected, but the puppet master is not an unintentional and ruthless vending machine. The power of murderous spirit and momentum, which act on the soul, originally had the least impact on the puppet. Under normal circumstances, it can be almost negligible.

However, although the puppet master of the Treasure Cave is a puppet body, it has been cultivated by high-level secret methods. It is a lot of emotions that normal people should have. This in itself only means the mastery of the advanced fairy plane puppetry, but at this moment it has become the eyes of the seven martyrs' ancestors. A fatal flaw that can be attacked.

Because of the fear and weakness in the heart, the puppet master naturally ignored the changes around him, and then ignored the abnormally flowing red blood under its feet. Suddenly, Mo Yu, who had been silently pretending to be dead in the distance, bounced up. He no longer had the part below his waist, but the practitioner's body was more refined than that of mortals. It was not difficult for the practitioner to bounce with only his waist force like a fish.

Dragging the lower body that was still bleeding and even flowing internal organs, Mo Yu roared hoarsely: "Ancestor, three seconds." He clearly knew that casting an ice charm on his lower body could greatly prolong his survival time. If the elixir and treatment were in place in time, he might not be able to save his life.

It's just that he knew it but didn't do it. Instead, he chose to stimulate vitality with the magic secret method and sketch the last magic array in his life with his own life and blood: "Blood Prison Ghost Bind".

As a magic monk, on the premise of knowing that his vitality is slim, no matter how afraid of death, the monk will not lack the courage to fight for his life. Ancestor, three seconds."

Mo Yu roared with his last strength and life. The next moment, a strange bloody array suddenly appeared at the feet of the ancestors of the seven martyrs, the puppets and the four golden armored puppets. This red blood light was almost infinitely proliferated and turned into a vine-like nature, which spread crazily and bound them within their range. There are characters, except for the seven martyrs, who are as true as Mo Yu.

As the deputy of the seven martyrs, Mo Yu's cultivation is not high, but there are always nine layers of qi refining. Then he stimulates his own qi and blood vitality with the extremely cruel secret method of the magic door, which takes a lot of time to engrave the array with blood. Such conditions are accumulated together. The foundation-building monks within the scope of the bound array is not impossible, although only extremely A short three seconds.

"Three seconds, 1.5 seconds is enough. Mo Yu, don't worry. In the future, your children and nephews will be treated like my children and nephews. With a sip of soup, they will never be indispensable.

The ancestor of Qilie did not say anything, but the spiritual idea has been transmitted. The spiritual consciousness of the cultivation is a "language" that is easier to express his mood than secular language, so Mo Yu, who was dying, could clearly feel the sincerity and sincerity of the ancestor of Qi Lie at this time. With a sense of peace of mind and tranquility, Mo Yu slowly closed his eyes, and the blood flame of the magic power burned on his body, but he could not feel any pain...

In that dark and endless world, Mo Yu seemed to see the cruel magic door again, the home that brought him warmth and comfort. The young wife, who was a decent monk, was guarding their young son, waiting for his return.

"I'm sorry, I haven't been gentle to you in my life. Who told you to be snatch you back by me... Even if I love you so much..." The idea was absolute, and the body turned into ashes, scattered corpses, like a black butterfly flying all over the sky.

A master competes for the battle, one second is enough to determine ten life and death times.

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