Chapter 392 Horror Little Boy

"Peng! Peng! Peng!"

The bright red heart kept jumping, and the little boy softly made a dreamy and tender sound, tender and soft, like a child muttering, like a child learning words.

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

"Amitabha, I don't care so much, release it!" When the strange little boy appeared, Moko gritted his teeth fiercely and made a decision.

This little boy, extremely strange, is a peerless demon suppressed on the seventh floor of the demon tower. If it hadn't been for the purple moon and other demons that burned themselves, and finally Honghua suppressed the little boy with the power of rainbow, Moke would have died tragically.

At this moment, Moke has no time to take care of so much. He releases part of the rainbow power, drives the little boy, and fights for himself. This is an adventurous move, but Moko has no choice. After all, he is just a king Buddha. It is impossible to defeat and suppress two immortals and practice the Three Life Sutras of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

In the little boy's body, a beautiful energy as pure and crystal as a rainbow trembled and weakened a little, and the little boy suddenly opened his eyes!

As his eyes opened, a fierce breath like a wild beast suddenly broke out!

All this is too horrible and creepy. At this moment, when the little boy was muttering, his body suddenly moved, and he stepped forward clumsily and pulled it. The speed was simply to the extreme. Suddenly, he had come to the side.

"It's not good!"

The heart was awe-inspiring, the heart beat wildly, and the hair was creepy. There was a feeling that mortals were stared at by fierce beasts. They were trembling and did not dare to resist. This idea came out of his life, and his face turned paler and whiter. Knowing that it was not good, he gritted his teeth fiercely. The five fires and seven birds in his palm flew like colorful butterflies, flickering fiercely and urged him to kill the little boy beside him.

"Boom!"

The horror came like the fire of the nine gods. With the incitement of the five fires and seven bird fans, the five-color flames spewed out thinly, and a large area of water of stars was shaken away, like a volcanic eruption, with great momentum.

"Gan back my heart, return my heart..."

The little boy muttered, as if he didn't see the vast five-color flame. His tender fingers trembled a little, and suddenly trembled a million times, sliding out a wonderful arc and headed forward.

"Puff!"

In an instant, countless fist-sized whirlpools appeared in the void in front of them. These whirlpools are dark and deep, surrounded by void cracks, which are the whirlpools formed by the collapse of space!

As soon as these whirlpools appeared, a magnificent devouring force was born, and the vast five-color flames trembled, and then made a fierce roar, all of which were absorbed into it and lost their trace. All this was as fast as lightning, almost in an instant, as if it was easy and easy.

"The top magic power of the disaster temple, collapsing and scattering hands!"

He roared fiercely, as if he knew this magic power, and his face showed terrified and solemnity. Suddenly, a pair of white wings appeared behind him, shouting and agitating, he quickly retreated. He has the inheritance memory of the mythical beast and snake, and knows many secrets of the flood and famine, so he naturally dares not underestimate the strange little boy in front of him.

"Wo!"

The little boy was like a shadow, strange like a ghost, and he did not lag behind at all. A thin and clean little hand came out. His little hand seemed to be extremely slow, but it was faster than lightning. In an instant, it patted the fierce lower abdomen fiercely, like cotton.

Although it seems weak, it contains a kind of horror. It seems that with the small hand, the soul of the viewer will be absorbed.

"It's not good!"

As soon as the little boy appeared, Shi Potian was shocked and subconsciously took a step back. At this moment, he saw that the little boy was so horrible and strange that the broken stone plate suspended above his head with one finger was like a dragon and tiger walking fiercely.

"Shizhang Town Qiankun!"

The surging dark gray energy in Shipotian's body burst out, with a strong breath of stone, which is the power that belongs to the spiritual fetus of heaven and earth, which is more powerful than the power of immortality and demonic power. The old stone plate above its head is rotating, dripping and chirping, unexpectedly out of thin air, forming a huge palm formed by mottled ancient stone gas. The texture is mysterious and clear, and the rings are wrapped around each other, emitting a strange smell, rotten, gray and full of an old taste.

This huge palm has the arrogance of capture the heavens, which is high above and above all directions. If the energy is strong enough, it really has the charm of suppressing the universe. Obviously, this is a magical power belonging to the spiritual fetus of heaven and earth, which is extremely powerful and contains the true essence of the three thousand avenues of heaven and earth.

With such a horrible palm suppressed, the little boy did not look back at all, but the heart on the vine behind him suddenly burst into light!

"Puff!"

Actually, it was just a momentary thing. The little boy's ghostly flashed. Before it was too late, his little hand slapped his lower abdomen softly.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Suddenly, Teng Li sent out a scream of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, and his lower abdomen was pierced in an instant. With the wound as the center, a black gas that was extremely evil and contained the charm of disaster suddenly spread.

"The canopy!"

At the same time, the stone palm that seemed to be able to capture the heavens suddenly stood still and suddenly collided with the heart above the vine.

There was no picture of stones crushing eggs. The huge palm stopped and trembled. The heart on the vine beat violently, shooting blood-red rays, which actually permeated the whole palm. As for Shi Potian, at this moment, his face suddenly changed!

"Damn~! The supreme poison gas of the Temple of Disaster!"

Teng Li gritted his teeth, and there was a kind of crazy anger. In his eyes, more of them were still unbelievable. Although the heart was extremely shocked, the speed did not decrease. The five fires and seven bird fans in the palms soared, and a five-color light as thin as earthworms shot out, one wrapped around and entered its body. The next moment, the five-color light rose like a flame, protecting an illusory shape and suddenly fell into the five fires and seven bird fans.

This virtual shadow is a fierce soul!

The supreme poison gas of the disaster temple is extremely horrible, and it is rare and rare to be able to practice this kind of magic power. This secret art, rumored to be born from the famous destruction of the black lotus, has the power of endless destruction, and is the magic power of the temple. Anyone who is hit by the supreme poison gas will be destroyed in an instant, and even the soul will be destroyed.

In the flood and famine, many forces coexist, and the Temple of Disaster is also a super power outside the supernatural. In addition to the five super forces of Taoist Buddha, demons and witches, it is one of the next eleven major forces.

When he was hit by the supreme poison gas, Teng Li was also decisive. He gritted his teeth fiercely, gave up everything in his body, protected his soul with five fires and seven birds, and escaped in an instant.

"Wow!"

Almost at the moment when his soul was thrown into the five fires and seven bird fans, his body suddenly collapsed and disappeared, leaving only a cloak of black ash in place, mixed with a cracked fairy ring.

"Woo-woo!"

I ignored my fairy ring, and the five fires and seven birds fan soared, suddenly made a sharp cry, and fled in a hurry. Then, a fierce and anxious shout came from the five fire and seven bird fans, "Brother Breaking the Sky, run away quickly, we are not rivals!"

"Wo!"

The fan of five fires and seven birds turned into a five-color streamer, splitting the wind and cutting the waves, and a stream of star water suddenly bursting, leaving only a black spot in an instant. In the face of all this, the little boy actually looked at it dullly, and then seemed to lose interest. He suddenly turned his head, looked at Shi Potian, smiled, and muttered again, "Return my heart, return my heart..."

"Bad!"

His eyelids jumped wildly, Shi Potian's face changed greatly, and his heart became frightened.

Woe! Horrible! Poisonous! Ferocious!

It seems that only these words can describe this little boy. Although his murmur is extremely soft, it is simply more horrible than the devil in the eyes of Shi Potian. He can't wait to escape immediately at this moment, but unfortunately, he has no chance at all.

"Miserable! Miserable! Miserable! Hate... Hate the sky! Hate, hate all sentient beings!"

In the body of the stone breaking the sky, there is a surging, like the cold and evil breath of a flood. This breath comes from the bloody heart, which is too vast and magnificent, making people feel like falling into the endless abyss and unable to extricate themselves. An evil idea hovered like a whirlpool, and Shi Potian resisted desperately. Like drowning, he fell into it deeply. For a moment, he could not defeat this idea at once.

"Hate! Hate! Hate!"

This extremely evil idea is full of endless hatred, like a torrential river, which is inextricably impacting everything, which can be said to be extremely ferocious.

At the beginning, in the face of this idea, Moke almost fell directly. If it hadn't been for the purple moon and other demons burning themselves and rainbowization in exchange for the unique energy of rainbowization, Moke would have died miserably. At this time, Shi Potian also suffered the same treatment. His soul was in chaos, and his desire to be shocked was about to collapse.

"Pan!"

At this critical moment, Shi Potian kept brewing, and finally inhaled and exhaled. His lips trembled thousands of times in an instant. A series of strange notes suddenly brewed in his throat, and then sounded with a unique and bright rhythm. Pan, this word is short and majestic, with a kind of unmoving taste of Mount Tai.

Immediately, Shi Potian felt that his consciousness was much clearer, like an invisible huge rock, which was suddenly suppressed, and thousands of horrible evil thoughts were slowly suppressed.

The fierce body was destroyed, and the soul controlled the five fires and seven bird fans to escape. At this time, he had lost his trace and did not know whether he could successfully escape from the Star Lake. Moke had no time to think. He stared at the field, but his heart was beating wildly and extremely nervous. The horror of the little boy is really shocking, and what worries Moko most is that the rainbow energy of suppressing the little boy is extremely weak and seems to collapse at any time.