Chapter 319 Give me back

In a desert, there is a fierce battle. The sky is dazzling and white like a tsunami, like a sea wave rolling to the sky. A pair of golden swords appear in the sky, penetrating all directions, rolling demonic spirit, endlessly killing through the sky, and being the fingers of an enchanting woman. Wave it down and attack Moke.

This enchanting woman is a powerful demon, and her breath has reached the peak of combination. The powerful evil, especially the pair of golden swords, is even more powerful. When she is killed, even the void collapses into dark cracks.

"Wo-hoo..."

Moke stepped on a free and gale foot and urged the treasure monk's shoes with all his strength. The speed was amazing, and a bright sword in his palm swept across his hand to resist the opponent's attack.

This broad sword is Moke's trophy of Jin Sanba. After he finished healing his wounds, he refined it for his own use. At the same time, he searched and found the passage to the sixth floor.

In the desert area on the sixth floor, Moke met this demon woman. Without saying a word, the woman launched a means to kill Moke in one fell swoop and get the opportunity to leave the demon tower, so a fierce battle began.

After only a moment of fighting, Moke couldn't resist. This demon woman was not only very powerful, but also extremely powerful. The peak level of the combination completely suppressed Moke. Moke released the heart of Shura King Kong and wanted to reverse the decline. Unexpectedly, the woman was pregnant with a strange treasure, resisted the impact of endless Gengjin's breath, and hunted Moko again.

Shura King Kong Heart, every time it is used, it will lose a lot of Gengjin's spirit, and its power will become weaker and weaker. Only by finding a new Gengjin's Qi to supplement it, Moke has used it several times in a row, but it can only resist slightly and can't repel the demon woman at all.

The huge swords that went straight into the sky gathered together and collapsed the fragments of the void. Fortunately, Moke ran the treasure monk shoes with all his strength. Coupled with the free wind, the speed supremacy occupied a great advantage and fled in confusion. Finally, after being lightly damaged, he finally found the channel and rushed directly into it.

The demon woman seemed to be very afraid. After thinking about it, she did not pursue it.

After being hunted down with some difficulties, Moke was very damaged and finally escaped into the passage to the seventh level and finally got rid of the demonic woman.

On the seventh floor of the Zhenyao Tower, Moko was just transmitted to an ancient palace. The whole palace was cast by a black-red metal, cold and bloody, and a gloomy atmosphere permeated around, which was very horrible.

Suppressing the panic in his heart and walking in the palace, Moco is looking for the passage to the eighth floor.

Along the passage of the palace, Moko gradually approached the center of the palace, and the cold and bloody smell became stronger and stronger. He was cautious and moved forward slowly.

"Wo!"

At one moment, the empty passage in front of Moko suddenly flashed. A little boy who looked like an 11 or 12 years old appeared strangely, with handsome appearance and long golden hair beating like a flame, without any spirituality, like a beautiful puppet.

After the strange appearance, the little boy remained motionless, like a vivid "stone statue", standing there quietly with his eyes tightly closed. The most surprising thing is that there is a vertical eye in the middle of his forehead, but the vertical eye is not open and closed.

Seeing this little boy, for no reason, Moke raised a creepy feeling all over his body. He had a feeling in the dark. This little boy was terrible, very terrible, and could even easily kill himself!

Like a dream, the childish voice came to the little boy's mouth, "Return my heart... Give me back..."

This voice, tender and soft, like a child murmured, like a child learning a language, and there was a creepy feeling from the little boy's mouth, and Moko's heart was horrified.

subconsciously took a step back, and then Moke suddenly ran freely and galloped away behind him.

This little boy is really too weird and terrible. There is a strong fluctuation in his body that makes people want to suffocate. It seems that he will break out at any time and kill everything.

"Wo!"

The little boy flashed and appeared beside Moke again. The speed was simply an incredible feeling. With his little hand, a mysterious force turned into a force field, which suddenly covered it and completely imprisoned Moke and could not move.

"Return my heart... Give me back..." The little boy muttered again, and his closed eyes slowly overflowed with blood.

"Amitabha... Little benefactor, little monk, I have never seen your heart, please let me go!" His heart beat wildly, and Moke said with a bitter face.

"Return my heart... Give me back..." The little boy ignored and still muttered to himself.

"Amitabha... Little benefactor, I really haven't seen your heart. Do you have any clues? Can I help you find your heart? Moko had no choice but to speak. He felt that there was a terrible power brewing in the little boy's body.

Moco answered, and the little boy trembled slightly. Then, he pointed again, and Moco's imprisonment was lifted and he regained his freedom again.

"What do with me... Take... Heart..." The childish voice echoed, and the little boy drifted and headed northwest.

The face changed for a while, and then Moke sighed helplessly and followed.

The little boy was so horrible and weird that Moke didn't want to stay with him for a moment and was forced to promise him. At this time, he ran away, which was simply looking for death.

This palace is very large. Moke followed the little boy and kept going deep. Finally, he turned many corners and finally came to the core of the hall, an ancient hall. The hall exudes an ancient atmosphere. The interior is empty, and there is a passage leading to the next level in the center. Next to the passage, a dark old vine like a dragon rooted on the ground of the hall, constantly swaying, with waves of strange spells rising one after another.

At the top of the old vine, countless small vines are entangled, surrounded by an egg-sized, fluffing bright red heart.

"Peng! Peng! Peng!"

The bright red heart kept jumping, Moke's mouth was dry, and his heart was restless, and his mood was difficult to stabilize.

"Bear... Bring it for me... My heart..."

At this moment, the child made a dreamy sound again, and the blood flowed in his closed eyes, which was indescribably horrible.

Take it? Don't take it?"

Moke's face changed, and a strong sense of oppression and suffocation came out.

This heart wrapped around the old vine is obviously not as simple to get, but this little boy is not easy to mess with. For a while, Moco has a feeling of progress and retreat.

"Wow!"

The little boy flashed again and approached Moke, and the murmur continued to pass on to him. My heart... Bring it..."

With the murmur, the third vertical eye in the center of its eyebrows is beating more and more, and the surrounding flesh and blood are almost transparent, and the beating blood vessels are clearly visible.

A restless, magnificent and horrible breath enveloped Moke, as strong as Moke, and also gave birth to an incomparable feeling. This little boy is so powerful that he is as powerful as a fairy!

He swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and Moke squeezed out a wry smile on his face, "Amitabha, little donor, don't be excited, the little monk will take your heart for you..."

Son of a moment, he felt that the air around him was weaker. The little boy stared at him and waited for his next move.

Staring at the old vine that kept ringing through the spell in front of him, and then glanced at the passage not far away, Moke thought over and again. Finally, he sighed helplessly and gave up his intention to break into the passage.

This little boy is so terrible that he is desperate to break through the passage, but I'm afraid he will die more than going to get that strange heart.

"Amitabha... I am merciful and bless my disciples.

The heart prayed silently, and then Moke stopped talking nonsense and walked towards the old vine.

Step by step approaching the old vine, the little boy always followed. Moke resisted the increasingly strong spell and finally successfully stood in front of the old vine.

"Take it... My heart... Bring it..." The little boy opened his mouth again, and his voice was still childish and strange.

At this point, Moke himself knew that there was no way out. He gritted his teeth fiercely, and then stretched out his hand and grabbed the red heart wrapped around the old vine.

At the same time, the brocade-robed teenager stood in front of the towering statue of the barefoot immortal and looked at the demon tower in the palm of his hand. He was excited. "The seventh level, only two people pass this long time. Will this junior pass?"