Chapter 22 That Is a Kind of Temperament

"Excessive!"

He really didn't want to say anything more.

In the distance, on a hillside.

Lu Daosheng's face was slightly red, his palms were clenched tightly, and there was a black mist wrapped around it. These black mists were swallowing Yuan force like living things.

The man standing in front of Lu Daosheng, with short limbs, was exactly the same as the previous man who controlled the behemoth of war, and even his face was seven-pointed.

At this moment, the man Jie Jie sneered, "Lu Daosheng, you didn't expect it, you didn't expect it."

In the surroundings, Rizhao Sect and Yanhua Sect's Earth Gang Realm powerhouses are fighting against each other, and the fight is indistinguishable.

"Jin Luo, I didn't expect you to practice this kind of evil art that the world does not tolerate by disobeying the joint regulations of the sects." Lu Daosheng said coldly, he just suffered a small loss.

"Haha." Jin Gong's face was ugly, and he laughed loudly: "The joint regulations of the sects? It's just a regulation of the strong for the weak. I, Jin Gong, don't care about these, so what? "

Then he raised his hands, his eyes flashed with madness, "I tortured tens of thousands of people before I cultivated the corpse demon soul energy to the eighth level, which is a strong smell of death."

Sudden!

Dozens of Rizhao sects in the distance fled in a panic.

"Stop, what are you doing?" Jin Luo asked in a gloomy tone when he saw these disciples, his expression changed.

When the disciples who escaped saw Jin Gong, their faces turned pale, and then panicked: "Senior Brother Jin is not good, the beast of war is out of control, and the disciples have completely collapsed, and they can no longer support it."

"What? Where's my brother?" When Jin Gong heard this, his expression changed greatly.

But Lu Daosheng breathed a sigh of relief, the behemoth of war was out of control, so that would be good, at least it would not lead to a total defeat.

"He was crushed to death by a behemoth of war." The disciple had just finished saying this, when a cloud of black mist instantly shrouded him, pustules swelled up all over his body, and with a bang, a cloud of pus burst open. .

And the surrounding disciples are also like this, and their death is extremely tragic.

"Ah!" Jin Gong's eyes were blood red, and he let out a long roar, "My brother..."

When the two were born, they were extremely ugly, with short limbs, and later they were discarded. From childhood to adulthood, they have been growing up under the ridicule of others. Later, by coincidence, they acquired an evil art, which is dedicated to torturing people for pleasure. , let those who laughed at them all die under the evil power.

He hated those who were able-bodied, and gradually became bloodthirsty and crazy, but his younger brother was his only relative, and now he was dead, how could he bear it.

"Lu Daosheng, I want you to die."

The monstrous black mist boiled up, and it contained terrifying power, and the surrounding flowers and plants all withered and withered.

Lu Daosheng's whole body was shaken, Yuan force burst out, and the flames of his palms burned, like two rounds of scorching sun, dispelling the black mist entangled in his palms.

"Jin Gong, I will kill you here today."

"Then see who dies first."

...

Lin Fan has now lost the temper of being chased by this behemoth of war.

"lottery"

Just killed a lot of disciples, and accumulated 3200 points, enough to make waves.

"I want ten draws."

Bronze lottery draw: Thank you for your patronage, keep up the good work.

He was convinced that the odds of winning the lottery were too low.

If you don't hit ten, this is killing people, isn't it?

He doesn't agree, he's really dissatisfied, this is simply unreliable.

"Fuck, do you really want to kill someone?"

He really doesn't want to talk anymore. How could his hands be so dark? It's a bit too dark.

The disciples of the Rizhao Sect have already been disrupted by this behemoth of war, and the disciples of the eighth and ninth levels of Tempered Body did not dare to approach.

"Run."

The disciples of Rizhao Sect fled in panic, they had collapsed,

As their behemoths of war, they put death feet on them, which made them feel devastated.

In everyone's mind, Lin Fan already belongs to the hero level.

But they didn't know that their hero was helpless at the moment.

Draw silver lottery: congratulations on obtaining the human-level high-grade cultivation-type medicine pill, Liger and Tiger Pill.

I want to cry without tears.

This point is like a waste of water, and it is impossible to hold back.

"At the last chance, I'll draw again. If you don't give me the draw, I won't run, and I won't be able to die and be resurrected."

Consume 100 points.

Bronze lottery draw: congratulations on getting a 82-2 oval grenade.

"Fuck!"

"It's so cheap, just threaten it and you'll know it."

When Lin Fan heard the sound, his whole body was about to fly. He was so happy.

This is the rhythm of flying.

"Senior Brother Lin, be careful."

At this time, Lin Fan reacted, and when he found out that all the disciples of the Rizhao Sect had disappeared, he was a little stunned.

When the disciples of Yan Huazong saw Senior Brother Lin being chased and killed by the beasts of war, they didn't know what to do or how to save Senior Brother Lin.

This behemoth of war is really terrifying, and with their strength, there is nothing they can do.

Lin Fan saw so many disciples looking at him and felt that he had to show it.

Then he stopped abruptly, stretched out his hand, and shouted, "Stop for me."

The behemoth of war that came violently stopped abruptly, and in those hideous eyes, the flames of infinite resentment erupted.

Seeing this scene, the disciples of Yan Huazong were all stunned.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Lin Fan looked at the behemoth of war angrily, "Damn, you are addicted to chasing Lao Tzu. Now I won't run away. I want to fight with you and try my secret weapon."

Holding the 'rotten egg that stings flies', he violently threw it towards the behemoth of war.

Roar!

The behemoth of war roared and wanted to crush Lin Fan, but at this moment, the rotten egg smashed into the nostrils of the behemoth of war.

boom!

The egg burst, and yellow liquid filled the nasal cavity.

An unbearable smell spread out from the nostrils of the war beast.

Wow!

The behemoth of war couldn't help vomiting wildly, but it looked like it was roaring no matter what.

Lin Fan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect this rotten egg to be so powerful that even the behemoth of war couldn't bear it.

At this moment, a skeleton was spit out by the behemoth of war, and the behemoth of war looked at the skeleton that lost an arm, and its angry pupils shrank suddenly, as if recalling something.

The ferocious roar, as if in disbelief.

When Lin Fan saw the situation, he was instantly happy, and without saying a word, he jumped up abruptly, and stabbed it into the mouth of the behemoth of war, shouting at the same time.

"Dog thing, let you see my strongest trick."

"Senior Brother Lin..." Seeing this scene, the disciples of Yan Huazong shouted heart-rendingly. They thought it was Senior Brother Lin who was going to perish with the beast of war.

"It smells so bad." When he came to the mouth of the behemoth of war, he couldn't take it anymore, and then he directly pulled the grenade and counted down in his heart.

boom!

The power of the explosion erupted in the mouth of the war behemoth.

For the disciples outside, they only felt the body of the behemoth of war vibrated violently.

Under the gazes of all the disciples, the behemoth of war fell to the ground with a bang.

"Senior brother..." The Yan Huazong disciples looked at everything in front of them, their eyes became dull, they couldn't believe that senior brother died like this.

Lu Qiming looked ahead desperately, "Junior Brother Lin..."

Tall Zhuang burst into tears, "My friend..."

Ten seconds later.

bang.

All the disciples were stunned, and a figure broke open the head of the behemoth of war and appeared in the sight of everyone. The figure carried his hands on his back, raised his chin slightly, and squinted at the bright moon in the sky.

under the moonlight.

That figure was so holy and so domineering.

Lin Fan felt that this posture was well placed, and his eyes revealed a kind of temperament of being alone and seeking defeat.

It's just how cold it feels down there.

But it doesn't matter, the posture is the most important.

"Brother!"

The disciples who had won the war couldn't help cheering and rushed towards Lin Fan.

A smile appeared on the corner of Lin Fan's mouth, it was a calm smile.

But then.

"Fuck, who touches my chicken so much, stop me."

A beautiful female disciple couldn't help cheering.

"I met Brother Lin's chicken."

There is no guarantee for the early holiday.

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