"Little King of Hell, it's really unpleasant to see you not resisting!" The Heavenly Lord didn't give the fifth chance and kicked him again.
Yan never cared. He was full of heart and eyes.
If you want to refine your spiritual consciousness and inject it into your sister's peach wood sword to become a sword god, your brother-in-law must awaken the remaining Di Jun sensing in his body, and then peel it from his mortal body after refining his spiritual consciousness.
It is equivalent to treating one's own mortal body as a refining cauldron, and the last step is almost the same.
Therefore, the last step must be concentrated and calm, which is the most important.
But the fifth thought under the clouds didn't know, and he watched his younger brother being kicked by a little kid helplessly.
When I was anxious, I used my spiritual power to jump to the sky.
The fifth thought is a mortal. Her spiritual power is just to increase her speed of progress, but she cannot climb to the clouds.
Tianjun snorted coldly, "Little King of Hell, it's so boring. It's really annoying to not resist." His cold eyes glanced at the fifth thought below the clouds, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The fifth thought suddenly became a bell in his heart.
"But it doesn't matter. I have begun to look forward to your next performance, but I must not let me down." After that, he pointed casually and pointed to the direction of the fifth thought. The fifth master instinctively rushed towards his sister's direction and resisted.
There was a little more ruthlessness in my heart. Whoever dared to hurt my sister would ask that person to return it ten times a hundred times.
That little bit of anger turned into a more intense resistance. The Heavenly Lord was the master recognized by the Heavenly Way and the overlord of the world. His resistance eventually turned into a backlash, and it would only magnify it ten times or a hundred times on himself.
It seemed as if a ball of hot fireball exploded with its physical strength. The fifth master could not bear it. Blood spurted out from his mouth, his eyes blurred, and he fell to the ground the next second.
"Xiao Jue..." Wu Nian shouted his brother's name in panic, "Shen Manzhu, send me up."
Shen Manzhu immediately transformed into a sword and pulled the fifth nian and jumped onto the slowly growing sword.
The Heavenly King sneered, "When did the little Hell become so nervous as a human being? This is not good. In my heart, the little Hell is a calm and wise minister. I just pointed at it casually, how could you be nervous?"
The fifth master almost fainted by such a perverted Heavenly Lord. For him, being fooled for no reason was definitely a great humiliation.
Even if that person is the Heavenly Lord, it's not possible.
It turns out that concern will be messed up.
But he still couldn't resist, so he took Di Jun's spiritual sense first.
Although Shen Manzhu's sword-controlling technique is very powerful, it cannot reach the cloud where the Heavenly Lord is. It seems very close, but it is a distance of 100,000 miles apart.
"Higher." A pair of small hands clenched into fists, trembling uncontrollably.
Shen Manzhu's face turned pale, "No, boss, I can't get up anymore. It's too high and the air is thin."
Wu Nian Jianyi's little face was a little resolute. Even if his head was already messy, he could still come up with the worst solution at such an urgent moment.
Summon the dragon and take her to Xiao Jue's side.
The fifth master looked at the fifth thought, "Don't come up, the drought is coming!"
Wu Nian's face turned pale. She looked at the person who turned into small black dots on the ground, then at Xiao Jue who was struggling. Her heart instantly became a mess, and tears flowed out of anxiousness.
Suddenly a golden light shone from the sky and landed straight above the delivery room.
Chapter completed!