"You are an inferno!"
Bleeding more than ChuQingHe difficult mouth slowly spit out four words.
"The instantaneous recombination of broken limbs can be achieved with the powerful vitality of inferno."
"Yes, the secret that the old woman has inferno blood has been hidden for so many years, but it doesn’t matter that you will keep it forever."
The last sentence Nanfu is almost roaring out, and the black sword awn enveloped the Chuqinghe like a storm. At this moment, he no longer left his hand. Previously, he also took a fancy to two women’s beauty and turned them into a taboo, but now the identity of the inferno is exposed and killing them is the only choice.
Being shrouded in firm but gentle, Chu Qinghe struggled to defend against the surrounding attacks, but the lack of spiritual strength in the lower abdomen wound made her difficult to maintain.
"Is it the limit?"
Looking at the ghost gradually dissipated behind him, Chuqinghe was enveloped by a heartfelt despair. His eyes have gradually blurred due to blood loss, and you can still see Nanfu’s ferocious smile but his ability!
It’s over!
Chapter one hundred and forty-seven, ghosts nocturnal
Is it over? No.
At this moment, Chu Qinghe felt that something was broken, and an unspeakable and gloomy force rose from his body and ran through all the bones of his limbs. But surrounded by this force, Chu Qinghe felt unusually warm, just like being held in his arms by his master when he was a child.
This is!
Suddenly, I opened my eyes, and nothing changed except Nanfu, who was holding a sword in front of me, stood in horror and looked at herself coldly.
That’s right!
Chuqinghe glanced at his side. It seems that there is a force from another world pulling his own ghosts and scaring his feet. There seems to be something to break through the ground.
Since they want to come out, come out!
"A hundred ghosts walk at night!"
As the beautiful sound of the Chuqing River reverberates in the silent night, click as if it were an eternal call, the feet and land are inch by inch broken, black as ink, and the hands can’t wait to stretch out, then the body and finally the feet.
At the moment, Nanfu, the ruler’s dictatorship in hand, seems to have lost three souls and seven souls. In situ, ghosts appear from the ground and surround him, and then strange black spells appear in his body layer by layer.
Ruler dictatorship tried to get rid of the strange mantra, but after all the ghosts joined hands to bless the mantra, Nanfu was suppressed without any slack.
Once you are entangled in a hundred ghosts, you will fall into endless nightmares.
"Master, I haven’t seen you for years!"
With a bang, a huge old cow appeared behind Chuqinghe, but when I looked up, I was still as high as Chuqinghe, and a giant axe behind me shone with terrible light in the black.
"master! Are you calling me? "
"But the host seems that the host hasn’t replied to past lives yet, but I have brought some host invitations to the host!"
Said the tauren stretched out his hand and took out a common blue porcelain bowl filled with soup.
This is!
Chuqinghe felt that the porcelain bowl in Niutou’s hand was very kind, so he couldn’t look at the soup in the bowl and didn’t know what Chuqinghe wanted to cry inexplicably.
This is!
Ling Ye maple noodles are faintly reflected in the soup.
Black cloak is like ink, blood is like blood, and there are thousands of murders behind the sickle.
"Does it have to be like this?"
The Naiqiao girl in front of Forgotten River complained like tears.
"You know I must save her!"
"It must be saved!"
"Yes, it must be saved!"
That’s good!