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Chapter 1471 Three Thousand Crows Killed Enchanting (136)

The monk snorted coldly in his heart and silently wrote down a note for them.

I thought to myself: People like this who do not obey orders...

snort!

Before he knew it, he seemed to be a person, thinking that Bai Mo and others should obey his orders, but he completely forgot - which little biscuit he was!?

Then, the monk said loudly to the "Alliance" who followed him to fly into the air with his sword:

"People have those who are greedy for life and fear of death, and there are also those who are righteous like all lords. However, everyone has their own ambitions, we cannot force them!"

These words made the monks who stayed there and watched, quite a bit "reaping the benefits of fishermen", feel ashamed and angry, and know that they are in the wrong. Although they are angry, they dare not speak out.

Here.

Bai Mo smiled on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes. He smiled with his lips and said to Si Bai: "Now that moral kidnapping is so high-end, some people want to die and don't allow others to live. What is this? Well?"

The joking and smiling words sounded softly, without any intention of lowering or slighting, and were unconcealed and unrestrained and unrestrained, and were heard into the ears of everyone present.

The monk's eyes were filled with fierce light. He noticed the shaking of the others beside him and the laughter of the person standing on the ground, and glared at Bai Mo fiercely.

Then, he whispered to the monks whom he regarded as an alliance: "Don't argue with those who are greedy and afraid of the dead, so we will just walk together after we cross this slurry river!"

After that, the monk took the flying sword under his feet and took the lead.

Si Bai's eyes were cold, and his bright lips were curled up dangerously, saying, "The stupidity and ignorance of the world must be washed away with blood and life, so that it will appear vivid and shocking and remember it."

The words are over!

I saw the monk flying to the middle of the Molten River with his sword, and was halfway away from the lush and dense forest on the other side that exuded the breath of spring, and something suddenly happened!

"ah!"

The monk was originally flying well, but suddenly it seemed like a pair of invisible claws stretched out from the pulp hell, grabbing the monk's body and dragging him into hell.

Everyone heard a terrifying scream. The monk and his sword fell into the hot and bright red magma, and there was no residue left.

Those monks who were incited and encouraged each other changed their faces when they saw this. They panicked and turned around at the fastest extreme speed in their lives, but no matter how fast they were, it was useless—

One after another, it fell into the magma like dumplings, and only after another screamed, it was silent...

Finally, the slurry river that swallowed dozens of people who were placed in the eyes of the world was calm, and except for the hot bubbles that were gurgling from time to time, was no different from the first sight they saw.

However, now it was a chill in this hot and high-temperature lava purgatory that was enough to burn people to death.

Not for those people's death, but for their future destiny...

The people present looked at the bright red slurry bubbling, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of realization in their hearts:

It turns out that this is the real world of immortals that is known as "a life-threatening life, immortals can be killed"!

Before, the Ice and Snow and even the Pulse Purgatory were in danger, as if they had a great fortune. But now more than a dozen lives have shattered this unreality, and then it is—
Chapter completed!
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