Chapter 39 Hukou Escape

"Puff..." Mo Greed out another mouthful of blood, and his eyes were getting less and less.

At this moment, Lanxin is already sweaty. Obviously, the holy light technique is quite consumed, and at this moment, Lanxin has no reservation.

"Can't you let go of a dying person?" Feng asked Liu calmly.

"Well, if you die, you can also become a zombie, which doesn't prevent me from charging interest from him." The middle-aged man said lightly.

"It seems that we really have nothing to talk about." Feng Wenliu clenched the flying sword and said, "If you want to fight, please do it!"

The middle-aged man gently moved his wrist, and suddenly, he jumped up and punched Feng Wenliu with ten thousand power.

Feng Wenliu pinched the magic formula with one hand and quickly crossed his chest. A translucent Taiji gossip pattern appeared on his chest. The middle-aged man punched the gossip map, with a faint purple light attached to his fist. Feng Wenliu gritted his teeth and drew the magic formula faster with his right hand. Suddenly, the Taiji gossip pattern was shining brightly.

"Oh?" A smile appeared from the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth and spread his hands flat. Two faint blue ghost fires ignited from the middle-aged man's palms and wrapped his hands in an instant. The middle-aged man clenched hard and shook his fists like raindrops.

"Well..." Feng Wenliu, who held the gossip map with both hands, was pushed back a little distance, and after only a few punches, several cracks appeared on the gossip map.

Fengwen Liu held the gossip map with one hand and quickly drew the formula with the other hand: "ji•tian lei zhou!"

"Kka!" A flash of lightning directly penetrated the thick top floor of the warehouse and hit the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man quickly closed his hands, and then a huge blue skull suddenly appeared against the thick lightning.

"Boom!"

Feng Wenliu and the middle-aged man were shocked back a few steps. They did not take the opportunity to make a move, but took a deep breath to adjust the tumbling qi and blood and undulating internal breath.

On this side, Liu and the middle-aged man are fighting unreachable, while on the other side, Mo's greedy state is getting lower and lower.

Huh? Where are you taking me?" Mo Gree turned his head and looked at no one muttered.

"Well, who are you talking to?" Lan Xin, who tried his best to treat Mo Gree, asked in a low voice.

"Two uncles in black and white clothes with chains in their hands said they would take me to a very good place." Don't raise his finger greedily and say it to no one.

"No! Don't go with them! They are abducters! The worst abductor in the world!" Lan Xin said loudly, and he was about to burst into tears.

Even if you try your best to use the treatment, Mo Gree's anger is still constantly passing, which is useless.

Lan Xin looked at Mo Cong, who was talking nonsense, and nodded gently, as if she had made up her mind. She stopped releasing the sacred light technique, but folded her hands on her chest and closed her eyes as if she were praying for something.

Suddenly, Lanxin emitted a faint golden light, and then a golden light full of holy and pure breath fell from the sky, covering Lanxin in it.

The next moment, a pair of pure white angel wings unfolded from behind Lanxin, and the holy breath of Lanxin became stronger and stronger. At this moment, she was really like a legendary kind and noble angel.

"Eh? Angel? Is this the kingdom of heaven? Mo, lying on the ground, said with a grin, obviously that his consciousness had fallen into chaos.

Lan Xin looked at Mo Grean with a compassionate expression. A pair of pure white feather wings gently closed and wrapped Mo Grean in it. Lan Xin stroked one hand on his wing and suddenly pulled out a feather.

"Um..." The painful expression appeared on Lanxin's pure pretty face. Obviously, this move was very painful, and then a drop of golden blood fell on Mo Gree's wound.

Vitality, huge and continuous vitality emanated from Mo Gree, and even the plants around the warehouse were infected by it and began to grow crazily.

Mo Gree's wound healed quickly under the moisture of blood, and Mo Gree himself felt that his strength was gradually recovering.

"Angels of the Divine World? Are you kidding! The kid in the way!" The middle-aged man showed an extremely angry expression and stepped out to rush to Lanxin.

Feng Wenliu saw that the middle-aged man started and quickly pinched the formula. The flying sword behind him quickly flew out and cut to the middle-aged man. The latter did not dare to hold it big. He quickly protected his luck demon power in his arms, blocked the sword's chopping and was forced to retreat a few steps at the same time.

At this time, Mo Congren not only healed all his wounds, but also had an unprecedented good spirit. He sat up from the ground and looked at Lan Xin in surprise: "Are you... an angel?"

"Finally cured you..." Lan Xin smiled happily. A pair of angel wings instantly withdrew the disappeared behind him, and the sacred golden light also disappeared. Lan Xin wanted to stand up, but staggered into Mo Greed arms.

"Hey, you're fine..." Before Mo Greed his words were finished, he found that Lan Xin in his arms had closed his eyes and fell into a coma.

"Let her have a good rest. Although I don't know much about it, the treatment method just now must be very expensive." Feng asked Liu calmly.

The middle-aged man stared coldly at Mo Gre, who had recovered, and his face was uncertain. Obviously, there was a wind asking Liu that he could not do anything at all, unless he killed everyone at the risk of serious injury, but maybe his cultivation would also be greatly damaged...

Suddenly, the middle-aged man seemed to feel something and turned his head to look at the door of the warehouse.

"Hey, gossip man, you don't look good. Do you need help?" Gorha, the death knight, just walked leisurely through the door.

Feng Wenliu frowned and said calmly, "As I said, don't call me by this name."

Huh? Why, don't you always like to release gossip patterns? Gorha just asked with a smile.

"Don't pretend to be stupid for me. You said it because you knew a pun!" Feng Wenliu said in a low voice.

"How can it be? I'm from the world of swords and magic. I don't know anything about the cultural customs here," Gorha just smiled a little evilly at the corners of his mouth. He turned his eyes to the middle-aged man: "Oh? No wonder I could feel the intimate breath of death just now. Is this guy a zombie?

"Don't compare me with the inferior zombies in your world." The middle-aged man said coldly.

"Real?" Gorha just smiled and said, "If you domesticate this guy into my minions, it seems to be very helpful for the improvement of strength."

"Be careful not to be bitten back by your minions." Feng asked Liu calmly.

The middle-aged man took turns to look at Liu Wen and Gorhagang with a gloomy expression. If he is confident that one of the middle-aged men is confident of winning, he is not so confident in the face of two of them.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man turned around, took out the silver-haired young man from the pile of people, and walked out without saying a word.

Although they asked Liu and Gorhagang with their backs to Feng, they had no intention of taking action.

Until the middle-aged man disappeared from sight, Gorha just took a deep breath and said, "Hey, who was that monster just now? I've never seen a guy with such a huge breath of death, the death here?"

"That guy is far worse than Death," Feng asked Liu with a sigh, "But if we had just done it, we would have probably seen the real Death."

"Well, the S-level managers of the Authority will also be scared and say that they must make those guys in the bureau laugh to death." Gorha just said with a wry smile.

"What's so ridiculous? There are people outside, and there is heaven outside," Feng Wenliu said calmly, "There are many beings in the world that we can only look up to, not to mention that there are so many worlds that recognize the gap and make up for it with diligence."