The surrender Pila was so angry that she was so angry that she was almost mad at Zhong Jinliang!
No matter who it is, it must be a frustrating person.
Damn, I have practiced the art of surrendering for my life, and this flying head is also a great person. He is a rampant existence in Southeast Asia. He was actually split into two by a sword by a beggar who was like a beggar.
Who can I ask for advice on this matter?
This is simply unreasonable.
Anger, hatred, grievance, helplessness, and despair instantly rose in Pila's heart, making him crazy.
"Damn guy, I must kill you, I must ask you!" Pila waved the intestines that were more than ten meters long and suddenly rushed towards Zhong Jinliang. The intestines exploded in the air, sweeping towards Zhong Jinliang with endless blood.
Seeing this scene, Ge Yu was shocked. He didn't know how far Zhong Jinliang practiced in the deep mountains and forests. Can he withstand the life-threatening blow of Pila, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Longzi, be careful!"
When Zhong Jinliang saw the intestines with endless blood sweeping towards him, a hint of fear appeared on his face and couldn't help but take two steps back.
This kid has just come out of the mountain and must have never fought with anyone. He encountered such a tough guy as soon as he got up. How could he not panic?
Holding the bloody sword in his hand, Zhong Jinliang poured his spiritual power onto the sword body again. With a wave of his hand, the sword turned into a folding fan again and slapped the waving intestines.
A vague aura suddenly appeared from the folding fan in his hand. White mist rolled and fairy energy lingered, and it dispelled the boundless blood condensed from the intestines. The next moment, Zhong Jinliang's body shook, and his steps became mysterious, turning into a phantom, and quickly approached Ge Yu.
I'll go, this kid is OK.
Seeing Zhong Jinliang's mysterious steps, Ge Yu felt very relieved. There must be no problem with this kid protecting himself.
It seems that the practice of leaving him in the barren mountains and forests to practice was completely correct. This kid is also a good material for practice and has made great progress.
Pila's intestines that were more than ten meters long did not hit Zhong Jinliang, but fell on a big tree behind him. After a blast, the big tree was cut in half, as if it was cut with a knife. The incision was very flat, which was enough to show the horror of the flying head.
In a trance, Zhong Jinliang arrived next to Ge Yu, carrying an indescribable sour smell.
As he got closer, Ge Yu could see clearly that Zhong Jinliang looked like a beggar now. His clothes were torn and his hair was very long, just like a chicken coop. He had to have not taken a shower for at least a few months.
As soon as he arrived at Ge Yu's side, Zhong Jinliang looked up at the top of his head and found that the blood and energy were overwhelming above his head, which had blocked the surroundings. Aside from the blood and energy, there was a white light floating, which was the powerful consciousness that Ge Yu used the Xuanmen God's Technique to invite.
This is not the time to reminisce about the past. Zhong Jinliang knew that the situation was very critical and immediately said to Ge Yu: "Brother Yu, I will help you to rush away the blood on your head!"
While speaking, Zhong Jinliang waved the folding fan in his hand again, and a fairy-like aura floated out from the folding fan and rushed straight into the sky.
The breath directly broke through the blood mist on the top of his head, and opened a gap in an instant. In an instant, the white light flying beyond the blood mist suddenly rushed down and landed on Ge Yu's body.
As soon as the light fell on Ge Yu's body, a faint golden light suddenly appeared around Ge Yu's body. This Xuanmen God's Technique finally succeeded.
In an instant, Ge Yujue's own consciousness was pressed onto the spiritual platform, and his whole body was filled with infinite power.
This time, Ge Yu used the Xuanmen God's Technique, but the consciousness of a true god he invited was only a wisp of spiritual consciousness, which was also extremely powerful.
The arrival of Zhong Jinliang stirred Ge Yu's heart, and that kind of despair disappeared.
My brother is here and returns triumphantly!
Today we will start killing!
But at this moment, Nedi, who was a little confused, reacted, roared, and rushed towards Ge Yu directly. The Yin Demon Claw in his hand was so black that it slammed into Ge Yu's head with a powerful force.
After asking God to get the upper body, Ge Yu adapted to Ge Yu's body, and then noticed Nedi who was rushing towards him, and snorted coldly: "The evil magic of the barbarian land dares to sway on the ground of my China!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the powerful spiritual sense raising the sword in his hand, and he steadily held the other party's Yin Demon claws, and his powerful power reversed, causing Nanidi's body to shake and he took several steps backwards.
Nanidi was full of powerful evil magic, so he naturally knew that Ge Yu had used the technique of seeking gods at this moment. Ge Yu was completely different from before. Whether it was the momentum emitted from his body or the faint light surrounding him, it all reminded Nedi that Ge Yu was extremely powerful at this time.
After a little stunned, Nanidi didn't say much, waved the Yin Demon Claw in his hand again and hit Ge Yu.
The powerful consciousness possessed by Ge Yu immediately raised the Xuanmen Seven-Star Sword in his hand and fought with Nedi.
But this time it seemed that Ge Yu and Nanidi were much more relaxed, as if they were strolling in the garden without any pressure.
The powerful consciousness did not use the sword technique of Xuanmen, but a light and elegant sword move. As the long sword flew, a sword shadow was created, covering Nanidi's body. He could only be exhausted from dealing with it and had no chance to breathe.
Ge Yu and Nedi fought against him, and the flying head-stricken Pila on the top of his head recognized Zhong Jinliang because as soon as this kid came out, he split his Dharma body into two pieces, and he would definitely die. So before he died, he would even pull a cushion and insist on killing Zhong Jinliang.
The flying head falls like crazy, shaking a long intestine, constantly chasing Zhong Jinliang. Zhong Jinliang's body floated for a while, with heavy figures and very strange steps. Every time he was in a crisis, he could always avoid the thrusting of the intestines. Even the boundless blood and energy that could limit people's cultivation seemed to be no threat to Zhong Jinliang. Every time the folding fan in his hand moved, a white breath flew out to disperse the blood and energy.
Chapter completed!