Qin He jumped directly onto the corpse head, stepped on and jumped, and gave it a corpse head dance.

How lively this scene is so lively?

A group of people shouted and said, "I'm going to be crazy about the Hanba."

That spirit is even more energetic than the spirit of competing with the courtesans of Yihongyuan.

Even if it is a powerful sacred land, Yin Bailiang, a master of grade, is almost stupid.

The ninth-grade drought beast was suppressed by this man and he no longer had the power to resist.

The head is buried in the soil, and only the beating is left.

This is a ninth-grade drought. Any holy land you throw at will, and the casualties will be light. It will be a matter of how many people can survive if they are more severe.

It is possible to destroy the family if it is a little bit miserable.

This is not a joke. Any high-grade zombie, even the eighth grade, must be joined by several holy places and make full preparations to encircle and suppress the enemy to win.

The contrast is too big.

People who don’t understand can easily have the illusion that the ninth-grade zombies are just such.

Yin Bailiang couldn't help but be excited when he saw it.

If you are a ninth-grade zombie, even if you are a grade expert, it is extremely good. Such a bull can brag for the rest of his life.

What?

Have the land gods help?

That would be even more contemplated!

Speaking of which, you may not believe it. The land god came here to pay a hundred taels of wine.

This kind of cowhide is simply the scorpion's shit, the only one.

"Blow it, beat it!"

Yin Bailiang shouted loudly and joined the battle group.

As a grade master, it became even more powerful. It was bathed in the sun fire. With a casual palm, it hit the dry bar hard with a high-five print.

This is much better than physical chopping, leaving a black mark on the back of the drought slaughter.

The powerful yang fire even penetrates the back of the drought ridge, igniting it.

So, the bells were slammed in five or four, and the dry basin lay on the ground and there was no movement.

The spine was broken into seven or eight sections, the skin was blooming, and the whole body was charred. How could it be a miserable word?

Qin He stepped on it and jumped off the head of the corpse.

knock off!

"Wuliang, your whole family is a great heavenly priest, are you dead?" The Taoist priest wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked carefully.

His big sword is quite powerful, but it is quite difficult to maintain it. His thin figure makes him innately lacking in strength.

Everyone was unsure, no one spoke.

Qian Wuliang's face turned dark and he said unhappy: "Can you do not have a catchphrase? Pay attention to your ethics and ethics!"

The Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, looked up and down at Qian Wuliang, and said with a look of beating, "I am used to it, do you care about you?"

"You...I..." Qian Wuliang's face turned red with anger.

"Ahem."

At this time, Bai Liuli coughed and said, "Master Wu may not know anything. This squinting gentleman has the surname Qian Wuliang."

Taoist priest:"……"

The monk raised his eyebrows, grabbed his naked head, and smiled and said, "Fortunately no one called Ami."

"Stop talking nonsense, there is something strange about Drought!" At this moment, Yu Wen Jing suddenly issued a warning, and his instinctive iron mace was on the verge of his body and was on guard.

Everyone was shocked when they heard this and looked closely.

really!

A misty light was emitted around Hanba, and a blurred face slowly appeared from Hanba. His gloomy eyes fell on Qin He, causing his hair to rise up involuntarily.

Sure enough, the pseudo-god visits!

It appeared once when Bai Tiangang, the leader of the White Lotus Sect, died.

"The mortals in the lower realm, have you killed your slaves?"

The blurred face opened, and the eyes seemed to penetrate time and space, reaching the deepest secret in Qin He's heart, making Qin He feel like he was out of cover.

However, after it finished speaking, it seemed to have discovered something, and it paused clearly, and then whispered: "It's you?!"

"Yes, it's me again."

Qin He grinned, his internal energy rumbling, and his familiarity began to resist the feeling of visitation.

Soon, the discomfort faded away like a tide, and finally disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, Qin He smiled, but his eyes turned cold.

Qin He had a premonition before coming.

Bai Tiangang emerged from the sky and unify the White Lotus Sect and rebelled, stirring up the entire Lu land into a pot, with the pseudo-gods in the upper realm behind it.

So what about the severe drought in Shandong that lasted for more than half a year?

If a false god can create a white sky, it can cause a tragic drought.

As we walked along the way, the Qin River was also looking for the source of drought.

I never expected that it was as if I had guessed.

The drought in the entire Lu area was also caused by the false gods.

Treat millions of creatures like tiles, cut off the rain and set off riots in order to make one's own selfish desires.

The false god is despised and deserves its name.

"Pseudo-God Phantom?" Yin Bailiang was shocked when he saw the phantom.

Everyone also looked terrifying.

The name of the pseudo-god is widely circulated in the world, but no one has seen it with his own eyes.

"Stop, I am a god in the upper realm, how can I allow you and other untouchables to be defiled!!" His blurred face turned towards Yin Bailiang and shouted loudly.

"You just stopped talking. If you have any more, let it go. After you put it off, get out of here." Qin He retorted without hesitation.

"Okay, okay, I'll spare you before, and I dare to do something rash. If you have a way in heaven, you won't go, and if you have no way in hell, you will break in. This time you will definitely let you know the consequences of angering my God!" The false god was furious.
Chapter completed!