Wu Mo Yi coughed a large mouthful of blood, stained with red plackets.
He looked pale, and his eyes were half -closed, but it was a bit difficult to open.
He trembled and said, "The son of the two witch gods, met, and even in the decisive battle!"
"What?!" Hibari was shocked.
Some time ago, Wu Mo Yan had told her many secrets of the witch, including the Witch's life.
It is as if the heavy responsibility of the witch tribe will be delivered to her.
At this moment, when I heard Wu Mo said, Hibari was shocked.
"Na Mingya ..."
Wu Mo Yan said: "If Ming Ya was defeated, it was devoured by another witch goddess.
"If Ming Yamin, swallow another witch god life and become the only son of the witch god, but there are too many people who want to use her in this world."
Hibari: "Isn't there a master who is a master of unpredictable Master next to his sister? As long as Mingya sister can win, she can be shelter to keep her!"
Wu Mo Yan shook his head and said, "If you want to protect a witch god, why is it difficult?"
"I calculate the fate of Ming and Ya, nine fierce and one good, and the fate of that person, then as Xingyuan, Hao Miao is not impressive, it can't be counted ..."
"Nine fierce and one good ..."
When I heard this, it was Hibari who was deeply worried about Ming Ya.
"Cough ... Hibari, before, I have talked with you all the secrets of the witch. In the future, these burdens will be handed in you ..."
"Remember ... remember what I said to you ..."
Hearing the words, Hibari seemed to be aware of what, and quickly looked at Wu Mo.
"Grandpa, no ... no ... how can you ..."
She suddenly discovered that Wu Mo Yan, who was lying in her arms, had completely dull her eyes, without color, and her breath was constantly declining.
More than that, even Wu Mo's body is decomposed into a little -origin particulate light.
After the wisdom is easy to fold, Wu Mo Yan has a pair of eyes that can spy all things, and master the talent of understanding destiny.
Only Mingya and Su Bai were calculated, and the last life was exhausted. At this moment, Fang Yu returned to heaven.
This cannot be stopped or changed.
In the mountains, the beasts were wailing, and the mountain wind whistled, it seemed to be sending the old man's departure.
He was originally a trainer, and many beast spirits in the mountains have deep feelings with him.
Wu Mo's fall into countless light spots. Hibari tried to catch it, but from the fingers, it couldn't catch it at all.
The girl's tears wet eyes, trembling continuously.
Nympho
The outside world is two years.
And Changsheng has been in the past two months.
The movement of the cocoon, the more amazing, and the continuous fluctuations of the divine power, although it is very weak.
And the blood cells that condense thousands of spirits gathered, the energy seems to be exhausted.
Sitting on a closed look like a dead stone has never had any movement of the long -term binding longevity, and finally opened his eyes at this moment, with a bit of crazy colors in your eyes.
"Finally it's over!"
"Will it win, will it be you? Emperor Zhou?"
Chen Ye also heard the sound of binding Changsheng, and frowned and looked at the cocoon ball, quite confident.
"Didn't you win ..."
Chen Ye felt helpless for Mingya.
Although Mingya is Su Bai's disciple, she is also exposed to Mingya. It is also Su Bai.
But after all, Chen Ye's body is used, and Chen Ye also loves the lively little girl who is lively.
Chen Ye naturally hopes that it is Ming Ya.
But listening to Changsheng said ... it seems that there is no hope.
"Adult, where are you in?" Chen Ye called inside.
Half a month later.
Cocoon balls, suddenly a crack was cracked, with a strong witch -ethnic atmosphere, scattered from this crack.
The eyes of the binding longevity and Chen Ye fell on the crack as soon as possible, and the two concentrated.
It seems that the battle of the two witch gods has finally results!
Who would be the winner?
There are more and more cracks, and Wu Guang has continued to diverge.
A punching shadow shattered this cocoon coat.
The figure of Emperor Zhou appeared in the sight of the binding Changsheng and Chen Ye.
Emperor Zhou's body was wrapped in black, his face was full of blood pattern, and his breath was very large.
The only way to break into the extraordinary way of the two witch gods is to become the only witch god life.
Nowadays, the extraordinary atmosphere is now, and the dispute between the two people's life is obviously result.
Seeing the figure that came out of the cocoon coat was Emperor Zhou, Chen Ye suddenly thought like it.
"Is it really lost ..." Chen Ye regretted it.
The binding longevity is exposed.
It's just that this kind of joy has not last to end.
"No ... no!"
Banging Changsheng found something wrong. Although Emperor Zhou at this moment has extraordinary spirit, in addition to this extraordinary spirit, there seems to be a dead qi on his body. Why?
Emperor Zhou's face had a crazy smile, but followed by, the corner of his mouth twitched.
His eyes looked at him incredible.
A fair palm shattered his back, and from his back blood, he constantly drawn his life style and witch blood.
Above the white palm, the purple witch blood lines are dense, and the owner is a dry body.
Except for the white and flesh -and -flesh color, the rest of the body is extremely dry.
But while absorbing the power and blood of these lives, this body is also restoring flesh.
Emperor Zhou's face couldn't believe it.
"Win, isn't it me?" Emperor Zhou gritted his teeth fiercely, he wanted to resist, but the whole body seemed to be restrained and could not move at all.
After continuously absorbing the blood of the witch and the power of the witch god, the dry body became full.
There are purple witch lights covering the body.
She stands up again.
For example, a green lotus drilled from the dirty marsh, the body is white and flawless, the legs are slender and smooth, and the whole body is like white jade, long hair fluttering, no witch light, only the witch light, covering its body, covering its body
Then, then
This figure is similar to Mingya, with eight points, but there is no childish in the past. It is like a common woman who has grown from 167 to eighteen or nine years old.
Moreover, the breath on her body is terrible.
She opened her eyes, her eyes were indifferent, her eyebrows were embellished with a little purple frost flower marks, breaking the divineness.
Under his constant suction, Emperor Zhou became dry, his body was dry, his blood was dry, and his vitality continued to disappear.
Binding Changsheng looked at all this, but did not dare to disturb.
Once the interference may lead to what may be caused, he has no way to know. Once an accident occurs, he can't afford the consequences.
What he needed was to hand over the witch goddess to Chaohai Pavilion. As for who this Witch's life style is, it is not important.