Chapter 135 Green Scale!
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Fu Bai Yi Xiao
Chapter 135 Green Scale!
"Please let me go, we really have no intention of disobeying!" Panting violently, Mo Cheng raised his ferocious face, fixed his eyes on Ning Luo, and said in a hoarse voice .
"Oh, is that so?" Mo Cheng's unruly temperament did not make Ning Luo feel any admiration. In his low voice, there was a sense of impatience and coldness that was about to wear down his patience.
The palm of the hand slowly stood up again, forming the shape of a knife, slightly tilted, and the blue flames rushed upwards.
Not long after that Mohist disciple disappeared.A large group of people rushed into the hall from the outside with panicked faces, after seeing the embarrassed Mo Cheng.
Their faces were all dull, none of them could have imagined.The Great Elder, who usually looks like a strong man, turned out to be like this.
At this time, Ning Luo's icy voice and the sudden terrifying aura made everyone in the hall full of horror.
Ning Luoying stood still, under the oppression of the majestic momentum, the ground under his feet unexpectedly spread countless small cracks.
between the rushes.Mo Cheng's seemingly huge palms dragged on his face.sharp fingers.It turned out to be a hard board.Five deep ravines were torn apart.
Looking at Mo Cheng's sudden and terrifying power.The people in the hall.There are some changes in the complexion.Although some of them have also heard that people from the Mo family can transplant Warcraft limbs to replace the original organs.
But never met.Changes that can be brought about after the replacement.Just how huge.
standing in the original.Ning Luo looked at that and his eyes turned red.And the bloodshot Mo Cheng.He sneered in a low voice: "Poor guy. It turned out to be when you obtained the power of a magical beast.
The spirit is also gradually eroded by animal nature.Your so-called transplant.The biggest highlight.I'm afraid it will be a person.Become a monster that only knows how to kill? "
"Bastard. Go to hell!"
The face is ferocious.Mo Cheng stared at his pupils angrily.The sole of the foot stomped hard on the face.The body shot towards the top of Ning Luo's head.Huge palms.He slammed down hard.
The moment the palm waved.The air was filled with this terrifying energy.The smashed one produced a piercing sonic boom.
Where Ning Luo stood.Hard board.Under the oppression of the terrifying force above.It began to crack inch by inch.
Sensing the strength of the violent attack above the head.Ning Luo slowly raised his head.The delicate face under the black robe.It was clearly displayed in the sight of the red-eyed Mo Cheng.
Even if the spirit has entered a state of rage at this moment.But after looking at Ning Luo's youthful and clear face like a teenager.In Mo Cheng's red pupils.Still unable to bear the unbelievable shock of the probability of emergence.
"It's over..." A delicate face.He looked at the shocked Mo Cheng blankly.Raise your palm slowly.on it.Cyan flames.Slightly tumbling.Moments later.Like a flamethrower firing.Fierce burst out.
A gloomy cyan flame.Violence swept through the air.Inherit that ink.wrapped in it.Under the gaze of the crowd.Mo Cheng in flames.
Cyan ice.Suddenly emerged from the surface of its body.blink of an eye.It is to completely wrap it into a lifelike flame.
mid-air.The flames fell feebly.on the flames.I can still vaguely see the horror and ferocity before dying.
"Crack..."
Falling flames.Under the gaze of one after another.It burst open.in.No bones left...
Looking at the brightly colored carpet, Mo Cheng turned into flying ashes in the hall.deathly silence...
At this moment, everyone was amazed.
Ning Luo looked at them lightly and said, "By the way, I heard that you also captured a little girl named Qing Lin?"
Mo Lan stood up, facing a demon god like Ning Luo, how dare he be presumptuous, and quickly said: "My lord, there is indeed such a person."
"Hand over!" Stopping two meters away from Mo Lan, Ning Luo's voice was as indifferent as ice, and there was a bit of murderous intent in it that hadn't dissipated.
Mo Lan felt a little trembling in his heart, if he waited for someone to delay, I am afraid that the next time it will turn into ice, it should be his group.
"My lord...he'll be there soon." The voice replied tremblingly, and Mo Lan took two steps back trembling, only then did he feel a little relieved.
"5 minutes."
Ning Luo ignored Mo Lan and flinched.He spat out three words in a cold tone.Then it is like a wooden stake.Stand in the hall.Stand still.
Hear these three words.Mo Lan's mouth twitched a few times.Then hurriedly waved and called a Mohist disciple.With a flustered face, he hurried to urge him.
In the spacious hall.On top of those huge pillars.There is also a red font that symbolizes festiveness.However at this time.These are festively red.In the eyes of everyone in the hall.But it makes people smile bitterly.
I'm afraid I'll have to wait until today.The Mo family just finished their wedding.It's time to prepare for the funeral.
A line of eyes swept across the hall.When his gaze inadvertently swept across Ning Luo standing in the center of the hall.Everyone is heartbroken.They all trembled violently.That
The great elder of the Mo family who suppressed them without temper.But in the hands of this even more terrifying existence.But it is like that group of ooze.How to pinch.Just how to pinch.There is no ability to resist in the slightest.
This kind of strong.Obviously, it is no longer accessible to their level.They are at this time.I can only guess secretly in my heart.
This Mo Cheng.Exactly how much shit was stepped on.Only then can this kind of strong man standing at the peak level of the empire be able to take it.To attract.And beheaded.
in the hall.Heads are shaking.But it was completely silent.Weird scene.Let the hall filled with a creepy atmosphere.
Standing on the same spot, Ning Luo turned his head slightly, and the corner of his eyes passed through the black cloak, and finally glanced at the blurry black figure standing on the top beam, and nodded slightly at him, indicating that everything was going well.
Hai Bodong stood on the beam, noticed Ning Luo's dark gaze below him, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Five minutes passed quickly, and at the last moment, Mo Lan, with a flustered face, heaved a sigh of relief after looking at the figure that appeared at the end of his sight.
Several figures quickly ran in from the door, on the backs of three Mohist disciples.The little girl in a blue shirt was opening panic-stricken eyes.Looking timidly at this strange environment.
In the hall, all eyes were on the lovely little girl in Tsing Yi.
[Ding, the goddess Qinglin is detected, interact with it, and you can get a sign-in opportunity. 】
Looking at that although a little haggard.But Qinglin, who was not in serious trouble, Ning Luo let out a long breath of relief, and the clenched fists under the sleeves slightly loosened a lot.
Qinglin looked at Ning Luo timidly.
Ning Luo said lightly: "Come here!"
Qinglin nodded and came to Ning Luo.
(End of this chapter)
"Please let me go, we really have no intention of disobeying!" Panting violently, Mo Cheng raised his ferocious face, fixed his eyes on Ning Luo, and said in a hoarse voice .
"Oh, is that so?" Mo Cheng's unruly temperament did not make Ning Luo feel any admiration. In his low voice, there was a sense of impatience and coldness that was about to wear down his patience.
The palm of the hand slowly stood up again, forming the shape of a knife, slightly tilted, and the blue flames rushed upwards.
Not long after that Mohist disciple disappeared.A large group of people rushed into the hall from the outside with panicked faces, after seeing the embarrassed Mo Cheng.
Their faces were all dull, none of them could have imagined.The Great Elder, who usually looks like a strong man, turned out to be like this.
At this time, Ning Luo's icy voice and the sudden terrifying aura made everyone in the hall full of horror.
Ning Luoying stood still, under the oppression of the majestic momentum, the ground under his feet unexpectedly spread countless small cracks.
between the rushes.Mo Cheng's seemingly huge palms dragged on his face.sharp fingers.It turned out to be a hard board.Five deep ravines were torn apart.
Looking at Mo Cheng's sudden and terrifying power.The people in the hall.There are some changes in the complexion.Although some of them have also heard that people from the Mo family can transplant Warcraft limbs to replace the original organs.
But never met.Changes that can be brought about after the replacement.Just how huge.
standing in the original.Ning Luo looked at that and his eyes turned red.And the bloodshot Mo Cheng.He sneered in a low voice: "Poor guy. It turned out to be when you obtained the power of a magical beast.
The spirit is also gradually eroded by animal nature.Your so-called transplant.The biggest highlight.I'm afraid it will be a person.Become a monster that only knows how to kill? "
"Bastard. Go to hell!"
The face is ferocious.Mo Cheng stared at his pupils angrily.The sole of the foot stomped hard on the face.The body shot towards the top of Ning Luo's head.Huge palms.He slammed down hard.
The moment the palm waved.The air was filled with this terrifying energy.The smashed one produced a piercing sonic boom.
Where Ning Luo stood.Hard board.Under the oppression of the terrifying force above.It began to crack inch by inch.
Sensing the strength of the violent attack above the head.Ning Luo slowly raised his head.The delicate face under the black robe.It was clearly displayed in the sight of the red-eyed Mo Cheng.
Even if the spirit has entered a state of rage at this moment.But after looking at Ning Luo's youthful and clear face like a teenager.In Mo Cheng's red pupils.Still unable to bear the unbelievable shock of the probability of emergence.
"It's over..." A delicate face.He looked at the shocked Mo Cheng blankly.Raise your palm slowly.on it.Cyan flames.Slightly tumbling.Moments later.Like a flamethrower firing.Fierce burst out.
A gloomy cyan flame.Violence swept through the air.Inherit that ink.wrapped in it.Under the gaze of the crowd.Mo Cheng in flames.
Cyan ice.Suddenly emerged from the surface of its body.blink of an eye.It is to completely wrap it into a lifelike flame.
mid-air.The flames fell feebly.on the flames.I can still vaguely see the horror and ferocity before dying.
"Crack..."
Falling flames.Under the gaze of one after another.It burst open.in.No bones left...
Looking at the brightly colored carpet, Mo Cheng turned into flying ashes in the hall.deathly silence...
At this moment, everyone was amazed.
Ning Luo looked at them lightly and said, "By the way, I heard that you also captured a little girl named Qing Lin?"
Mo Lan stood up, facing a demon god like Ning Luo, how dare he be presumptuous, and quickly said: "My lord, there is indeed such a person."
"Hand over!" Stopping two meters away from Mo Lan, Ning Luo's voice was as indifferent as ice, and there was a bit of murderous intent in it that hadn't dissipated.
Mo Lan felt a little trembling in his heart, if he waited for someone to delay, I am afraid that the next time it will turn into ice, it should be his group.
"My lord...he'll be there soon." The voice replied tremblingly, and Mo Lan took two steps back trembling, only then did he feel a little relieved.
"5 minutes."
Ning Luo ignored Mo Lan and flinched.He spat out three words in a cold tone.Then it is like a wooden stake.Stand in the hall.Stand still.
Hear these three words.Mo Lan's mouth twitched a few times.Then hurriedly waved and called a Mohist disciple.With a flustered face, he hurried to urge him.
In the spacious hall.On top of those huge pillars.There is also a red font that symbolizes festiveness.However at this time.These are festively red.In the eyes of everyone in the hall.But it makes people smile bitterly.
I'm afraid I'll have to wait until today.The Mo family just finished their wedding.It's time to prepare for the funeral.
A line of eyes swept across the hall.When his gaze inadvertently swept across Ning Luo standing in the center of the hall.Everyone is heartbroken.They all trembled violently.That
The great elder of the Mo family who suppressed them without temper.But in the hands of this even more terrifying existence.But it is like that group of ooze.How to pinch.Just how to pinch.There is no ability to resist in the slightest.
This kind of strong.Obviously, it is no longer accessible to their level.They are at this time.I can only guess secretly in my heart.
This Mo Cheng.Exactly how much shit was stepped on.Only then can this kind of strong man standing at the peak level of the empire be able to take it.To attract.And beheaded.
in the hall.Heads are shaking.But it was completely silent.Weird scene.Let the hall filled with a creepy atmosphere.
Standing on the same spot, Ning Luo turned his head slightly, and the corner of his eyes passed through the black cloak, and finally glanced at the blurry black figure standing on the top beam, and nodded slightly at him, indicating that everything was going well.
Hai Bodong stood on the beam, noticed Ning Luo's dark gaze below him, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Five minutes passed quickly, and at the last moment, Mo Lan, with a flustered face, heaved a sigh of relief after looking at the figure that appeared at the end of his sight.
Several figures quickly ran in from the door, on the backs of three Mohist disciples.The little girl in a blue shirt was opening panic-stricken eyes.Looking timidly at this strange environment.
In the hall, all eyes were on the lovely little girl in Tsing Yi.
[Ding, the goddess Qinglin is detected, interact with it, and you can get a sign-in opportunity. 】
Looking at that although a little haggard.But Qinglin, who was not in serious trouble, Ning Luo let out a long breath of relief, and the clenched fists under the sleeves slightly loosened a lot.
Qinglin looked at Ning Luo timidly.
Ning Luo said lightly: "Come here!"
Qinglin nodded and came to Ning Luo.
(End of this chapter)
