Everyone knows that Su Mo is doomed!
Elder Ge sighed, "It’s necessary to kill a Taoist who has returned to the virtual world and join hands with so many super clans to get out of the mountain!"
Yan Beichen turned around and left without saying anything.
"Where are you going?"
Extreme fire stretched out his hand and stopped him.
"To bury the Dragon Valley!"
Yan Beichen’s voice is cold
Extremely angry, he shook his head. "You can’t fit in now. The speed of your posture is much faster than yours. It takes only three or two days to cross from Zhongzhou to the north."
"What’s more, if you get there injured, you’ll die."
"What should I do? Just wait?" Yan Beichen clenched his fists
The fire looked a little weird and whispered, "Wait for the news. I really don’t worry if Ink returns to the Valley of the Buried Dragons."
Chapter one thousand and forty-seven Chance!
Thousands of years old temple buried at the bottom of the dragon valley
An old monk was sitting in the cemetery in the backyard of the main hall, all his eyebrows and bones were thin and scrawny, sitting on the ground and chanting the "Death Mantra" to the cemetery in a low voice.
In the cemetery, a big man with long hair and ragged red hair sat inside, with chains wrapped around him and rusty.
The red-haired man leaned against a stone tablet and fell asleep in the old monk’s chanting.
"Old bald donkey, you nag here every day. The dead don’t care much. The living are bored to death by you!" The red-haired man dozed off and muttered
The old monk turned a deaf ear and continued chanting.
Suddenly!
The red-haired man seems to have sensed something when he looks and moves, and the chains are shaking together!
The red-haired man stared at the empty eyes and bright face not far away, and there was still any tiredness.
The chanting stopped suddenly
The old monk seemed to feel something. Suddenly, he flicked his robe sleeve and made a huge gap not far away. A bunch of things fell out of it.
Broken lotus stems, broken lotus leaves and a bare lotus stand.
Followed by a figure falling out, it was the tearing of the big shifting operator that escaped from the half-ancestor’s strong emperor Brahma’s hand!
Bang!
Su Mo’s body fell heavily on the ground and did not move.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to move, but that this body has completely lost its vitality. Although Yuan Shen has not perished, he can no longer control this body.
Red-haired man looked at this bloody flesh and got a fright.
"So seriously injured?"
Red-haired man can see at a glance that this body has been completely abolished, and the bones have been shattered into pieces, and the viscera have been smashed into mud, and the flesh is dead and there is no vitality.
Simply put, even if the owner of this body is fit and powerful, it can’t be saved!
The combined power can regenerate the broken limb.
But the flesh is destroyed to this extent unless Sumo is the bodhi old zu Mahayana.
Every Mahayana bodhi old zu knows that a magical power is to drop blood and be reborn.
It takes a drop of blood to reshape the body!
The old monk frowned when he saw this dilapidated flesh.
"Are all the six immortals broken?"
The red-haired man’s face is getting ugly
I’m afraid the power to break the six-creature violet is beyond the boundary of fit!
"Is there a strong ancestor?"
Red-haired man’s eyes are full of pitfalls and great anger in his heart.
Although there are no hard and fast rules in the fix true world, it is really unreasonable for the strong ancestors to return to the virtual road flyover.
"Mom, this is really bullying. There is no backing behind this little one!"