Because of admiration, Yan Yan felt a little sad and sighing.
He looked at Feng Xiaoyao's heart again, and Yan Yan asked, "What are you going to deal with this bug?"
Yan Yan's expression is correct. Feng Xiaoyao's hand is no longer his heart, but a black beetle that is only the same size as his heart.
Feng Xiaoyao's heart has been eaten by insects.
Feng Xiaoyao's eyes fell on the Tonba who was well-behavedly squatting beside Yan Yan, and smiled: "Is this your contracted demon pet?"
Yan Yan looked down at Tonba: "Yes"
Feng Xiaoyao smiled a little maliciously: "Contract Taotie. You little girl is indeed a little different. Before I came, Ayun said that she was afraid that I would fall in love with you. I laughed at him for not knowing it."
"When I met you, I think what Ayun said was likely to happen."
Yan Yan raised her eyebrows.
This man is almost dead, and he is still in a mood to be sensational.
Feng Xiaoyao continued: "Ayun predicted this because he knew it best. I have always liked strange things, such as my sword."
Although he was saying love words, he seemed open and upright from Feng Xiaoyao's mouth, and there was less sticky and greasy, refreshing and free, just like his gaze looking at her from beginning to end.
Yan Yan felt in his heart that falling in love with such a man is indeed a good love.
Unfortunately, she can move anything in this world, so she has no intention of moving.
However, when Feng Xiaoyao said this to her, Yan Yan didn't even bother with it at all.
A parabola appeared in his eyes, and Yan Yan was stunned.
The black beetle was thrown at the tons of ba by Feng Xiaoyao.
Tonba is like a well-behaved dog, holding the insects firmly in his mouth.
But I didn't eat the tonba, and I looked at Yan Yan with my face, and looked like a child who was unsure of his mind.
Yan Yan reached out to stroke the top of Tenba's head, but his eyes suddenly opened wide, staring at the insect in Tenba's mouth with surprise.
She saw that Coloni was obviously trembling.
This bug was not like this when Feng Xiaoyao grabbed it in his hand.
Are these bugs so afraid of tons of bars?
The arrogant Coloni just now felt that the evil spirit of Tonba Taotie was even more violent and violent than it, and the domineering insect body finally began to tremble in fear.
Feng Xiaoyao also discovered this and showed cold contempt in his eyes.
"The disgusting things in the dark swamp, even if they are fed to the gluttons from my mountain and sea realm, are blasphemy!"
After saying this, Feng Xiaoyao suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and carried it heavily on his body.
Yan Yan was not sure if Feng Xiaoyao was dead, because even the sword that was trampled by Feng Xiaoyao just now did not catch his body.
The heavy and thick sword fell from high altitude with him.
All around were disciples and elders of Jiange, so Yan Yan didn't need to rush over to pick up people. Several monks from Tianbei Island had already taken Feng Xiaoyao's body steadily.
When Yan Yan approached Feng Xiaoyao, he seemed to have recovered and slowly opened his eyes, but his eyes swept over everyone around him and frowned.
Yan Yan ordered several disciples of Jiange who were carrying people: "Send him to Ayun."
Several disciples of Jiange were red-eyed and were cautiously facing their swords.
Shen Yuyun's eyes were obviously red and swollen. As soon as several monks landed, he ran over and leaned over to see Feng Xiaoyao's face eagerly.
But as soon as his face reached forward, Feng Xiaoyao raised his hand and pointed at his eyebrows.
Chen Yuyun was stunned and a loud phoenix sounded in his spiritual sense.
Behind him was the shadow of the phoenix transformed by red flames, rushing straight up to the blue clouds.
"??Will follow you after the sword. Don't cry, you know I'm the most annoying to these things."
Chen Yuyun used his sleeves to touch his face randomly: "Hey, I'll listen to my second brother!"
However, when Chen Yuyun finished wiping away his tears, he turned his eyes to Feng Xiaoyao.
Feng Xiaoyao had closed his eyes and was angry.
Life is like a fire phoenix, death is like a surround, a lifetime of clanging
——Feng Xiaoyao
"Om Zheng—"
The sword surrounded by Feng Xiaoyao suddenly made a loud and sharp sound.
Afterwards, the swords of the entire Sword Pavilion monks seemed to feel the grief of the sword encircling the sword, and they all agreed, and at the same time made a low cry.
It's sword crying
Yu Xinzhu, Yueya, and many other disciples from Tianbei Island in the museum were all silent and crying.
The whole audience was filled with silence.
??The sword flew up and flew around the entire Changsheng Pavilion, as if saying goodbye to Tianbei Island for its owner.
Finally, the sword surrounded the sword, carrying a strong and hot breath, stopped in front of Chen Yuyun.
The hot breath made the monks around him unbearable and retreated one after another, and the heat waves around Chen Yuyun cleared out an empty scene.
Chen Yuyun had red eyes and looked quietly at the sword in front of him.
??The sword in the wing seemed to deliberately raise the temperature to such a terrifying height, and obviously he did not want people to touch it.
Although it knew that Feng Xiaoyao entrusted it to Chen Yuyun when he was dying.
Feng Xiaoyao used all his strength to touch the mark between Chen Yuyun's eyebrows. It was the drop of blood contract between him and Weijian when he signed the blood contract. It was Chen Yuyun's reliance on Weijian.
However, usually, once a top-level magic weapon is recognized as a master, it will be easier to change the master.
"hehe!"
In the empty and quiet scene, a low laugh suddenly appeared, with a clear contempt.
Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of laughter, and was surprised to find that they were a physical practitioner tied up by a rope.
These physical cultivation were those physical cultivation who were previously arrested by the great elder of Jiange, Thomas Li. After being interrogated by the monks of the outer sect in public, they were determined to be the evidence of Rong Mochou's crime and were detained.
One of the physical cultivators suddenly laughed: "The spiritual cultivators who consider themselves very high are all stupid animals but have no self-knowledge and deserve to be the feces of our tribe."
"Do you think it's just beginning? Haha, it's too naive, human race, your suffering has just begun. In our eyes, you are all living feces!"
"What are you talking nonsense!"
A nearby Jindan cultivator scolded angrily, and the spiritual energy was about to attack the laughing physical practitioner.
But just as the Jindan monk released the water-based magic, his magic suddenly pulled the monk in front of the physical cultivation like a rope being pulled.
The body of the sacred cultivator is also bound by ropes. The bound rope is obviously also a spiritual weapon. When the physical cultivation struggles, there are colorful flashes on the ropes.
However, the physical cultivation laughed wildly and arrogantly. While the Jindan monk was pulled into front of him, six giant insect feet suddenly grew beside the self-cultivation.
The Jindan monk was unprepared and was carried into the arms of the worm's feet. The physical cultivator's facial features were twisted, and he opened his mouth and chewed at the Jindan monk's face.
With just a few breaths, the entire head of the Jindan monk was eaten into his stomach by the physical cultivation.
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I finished writing yesterday, but I had a bit of a headache, so I forgot to upload it. Sorry. I resumed double updates from today, and the one-month rest (in fact, the schedule is more full than usual) has been charged, and I have gained a lot. Next, I have gained a lot.
We will do our best to promote the plot. Thank you for your companionship and encouragement this month. By the way, please give me a ticket to next month. Thank you again.
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