Vol 22 Chapter 490: :colour

I gritted my teeth, took out some spirits in my arms, and swallowed the God's medicine that I had just received, because his injury was not only the God's medicine, but also now.

Spirit ‘medicine’, it’s hard to have any obvious effect on the spirit pill.

The "medicine" of God was swallowed by him, and it immediately became the pure breath of "essence". While repairing the scars on his body, the fractures began to slowly overlap.

"God's medicine is not enough!"

I gritted my teeth. He took half of the sacred "medicine", but the effect was not obvious, but the magic bones were regrouped together, and the broken cracks had not been completely repaired.

Half of God's "medicine" is in my hands. I hesitated for a while. I did not continue taking it because he had already eaten half of it and the effect was not satisfactory. I'm afraid this is just a "wave" fee.

This magical bone is so powerful, if you want to repair it, I am afraid it is not that simple.

The saint patted his big hand on the Demon Blood Tripod, leaving handprints directly, causing the Demon Blood Tripod to vibrate. I was shocked, although the Magic Blood Tripod showed a powerful side. It is still difficult to compare with the saint.

I'm afraid this is why we haven't collected all ten ferocious beasts. World of Warcraft still cannot match the artifact, otherwise the artifact can be resurrected, and you may really be able to shake the saints.

Sure enough, just like I thought, the palm of the saint fell on the body of the demon blood tripod again, causing the body of the demon blood tripod to be shaken, and some runes did not enter the demon blood tripod from the palm of the saint's hand.

The demon blood tripod immediately lost its support and fell to the ground, as if it had been sealed, leaving only half of the sky painted by Fang Tian.

Holding Fang Tian's paintbrush and the soul of the instrument in my hand, I can clearly feel the soul of the instrument trembling constantly. Faced with the tremendous pressure of the saints to breathe, it is difficult for an ancient object to change anything after all.

auzw.com The sacred crowd made a noise, and their fists hit Fang Tian's painting altar directly, causing Fang Tian's painting to be broken into a piece of land, falling from the blank to the ground.

The "color" of my face is ugly. The half of the sky painted by Fang Tian was destroyed in this way, making his heart tremble, and the magic blood tripod was sealed, and now he only relied on the armor of the mountain.

The saint’s face was blinded by chaos, but I could still feel myself stared at by a pair of poisonous and merciless eyes, making my whole body hairy.

I want to avoid it, but it is too unrealistic. With his current approach, the saint’s attack cannot be avoided. He knows that he cannot avoid it, but he is also a bachelor, so he hurried forward.

The split Tianquan was used directly by him. The golden ‘color’ fist, coupled with a strange elves wrapped around it, and the black ‘color’ rune, looked very discordant.

In this way, however, to make the power stronger, I moved forward in the void, facing the palm of the town and killing my fist with invincible breathing.

Blow up the void, smash the stars, blow up the sun.

Obviously, the breathing was very strong, and the fist collided with the palm, but there was no sound at all, except for everything around, but in the silence, it was directly crushed by a "swaying" force "rippling".

Then, with the click of my armor, there was a small crack, like a chain reaction, spreading in other directions.

In the end, it turned into a dense cobweb crack, just a little bit of movement, disintegrated from my body, turned into a piece of land, I smiled bitterly. ?

His body fell from the void like fallen leaves, and his entire body had no divine power. That blow exhausted his supernatural power, but he was not injured. ..

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