Just when putting out Cang Lan’s heart on guard, I suddenly heard a huge wave of boiling water, adding the last handful of dry wood to the boiling water, and all the bubbles were blown to melt everything, hissing and corrosive, and immediately the clothes of Cang Lan were blown upside down.
Well, the fierce Qingyang was also taken aback. At once, the shape was wrong, suggesting that the firm but gentle rushed straight at high altitude. At the same time, the surging billows also turned the blood fog against the wind, but the corrosive gas was still in hot pursuit, crashing into two people and bursting into a sour hot air.
This is when Cang Lan suddenly covers his nose, and he bends to avoid the sour smell. A strong ache is crashing on his face, and the flesh seems to be melting and turning into gas. Suddenly, a black gas rushes in every pore of Cang Lan’s body.
What’s this? The fierce green sun looked at me in disbelief, and the black smoke like a piece of coke was almost covering the young face.
Corrosion gas extinguished Cang Lan’s sudden hole in his heart, and he never forgot his memory. It was as effective as the blood that kept splashing in the body and underworld when Violet was slain in blood night.
But that night, the corrosion was an illusion, but the eyes were really devouring flesh and blood layer by layer. I think it was some secret method that refined the essence of corrosion in the blood of the underworld, and it really became a way to melt the flesh and blood.
Vote for pk and get points. Chapter 178 Double Heroes Daoshan Industry Fire Battle Hag
Bastard put out Cang Lan and raised his eyebrows. Immediately, he reversed his body shape, and his hands crossed two fingers, which shocked the demon light at the same time. At the same time, the cinnabar seal on his forehead also sent blood-like light, and three lights rushed to one place and turned into a rotating black hole. A shock broke out and layers of cyclones broke out.
In the black hole, the whirlwind rushes straight and the corrosive gas rushes from the depths of the magma. When the two sides collide, they immediately swing in a semi-transparent arc, and the huge buzz vibrates like thousands of bees passing by.
Qingyang destroyed Canglan and barely resisted the corrosive gas. Immediately, he turned around and rushed to the fierce Qingyang. Before he got close, he saw a sword. The unique Qingyang sword was as sharp as a fire. The rolling wind crashed all the black smoke and wiped it upside down and hit the corrosive gas.
Fierce green sun spat out one by one, smearing Bajue’s thick blood, and turning around almost destroyed Cang Lan’s head-on collision. It would be bad if it broke the phase.
I’m afraid I can’t seduce a beauty. I’m afraid I can’t seduce a beauty. I’ve pinched a fierce green sun. I’m anxious to take a look at it. My handsome face is intact.
All right, let’s laugh and drink. I suddenly saw that layers of diffusion and semi-permeability collapsed in the past. When I saw it, the corrosive gas was getting clearer and clearer, and the blood-green rare ratio was rippling. It was disgusting and dirty. It smashed all the Cang Lan gas and broke his tricks.
This corrosive gas is really bad. Don’t get close to destroying Cang Lan and blocking the fierce Qingyang chest. When you fly back, you will see that large pieces of molten pulp have been boiling and large pieces of foam have been blown away. Every piece of blown-up fire bubble has been flushed with blood-green gas. The daoshanhuohai suddenly became a siege, and the two of them were wrapped in it in a stormy way.
Don’t go near it, but we are surrounded. Fierce Qingyang caught it and roared wildly. I’ll see if I can cut through the air with a few strokes of firm but gentle sword.
Before you destroy Cang Lan with Qingyang sword, you suddenly jerk your head and flicker to avoid a blood-green gas. Suddenly, a clot of red pupils leans forward and waves, and the ice spikes violently cross the gas tail.
The gas was not an aerosol, but a flesh-and-blood tear and a blunt sound immediately dispersed. Cang Lan heard a pain and then turned his head and slammed a blue face with fangs.
This actually hit a piece of sour gas and went straight to the nose. Don’t say it out. Canglan really felt the bridge of the nose. He immediately reversed the blood fog and flew back. The face screamed and went straight at the hand, and a huge sharp breath slammed.
Destroying Cang Lan was almost hit by the fierce Qingyang when the front shadow struck him back. Fortunately, he stretched out his hand and dragged him back like a flash.
Fierce Qingyang didn’t get this feeling and pulled out Cang Lan. You really want to kill me. Destroy Cang Lan.
Don’t make trouble with Qingyang. They’re in the sky. Destroy Cang Lan and break off the grimace in front of the fierce Qingyang Bus. Seeing that it’s already incarnated, it’s a gaunt, limbs, firewood monster, and its joints are so protruding that it’s almost the same as the blade hand holding a skeleton mace with three sides at the top high. When it rushes in, it blows a large sour whirlwind, but it’s the corrosive gas.
Oh, it’s much easier for the fierce Qingyang to open his eyes and laugh at the sword. The voice did not fall, but the Qingyang sword flew into flames. Guanghua, a sword light, ran straight at the tip of the sword and split a large piece of sour gas.
The gas brush suddenly collapses, and the fangs are blue, and the hag Huo Ran jumps more than a dozen times. All of them are blue, glaring and grimacing, screaming and holding up the three-sided skull mace.
The back of the two men stood in the middle, facing a pile of hags, and the magma was boiling, and Mars was everywhere, trapped in the devouring fire and about to be burned to death.
In the ghost town, I can suppress my uncle. I’m going to be a meat eater with my sword in my hands and my body in my eyes.
Well, when you destroy Cang Lan, you raise your arm obliquely in front of you, but you will feel a strange vibration in your arms. The source seems to be your hand. This opponent’s eye doesn’t think about destroying Cang Lan’s tube for more than ten nights. They are fierce and stagnant. They suddenly raise their hands and lean toward one place.
This movement just heard the fierce green sun make a painful drink, and then it was furious, firm but gentle, flying and scratching out Cang Lan. Keep an eye on the situation in front of you, and your back has been hit by the fierce green sun. At the same time, strong gamey smell blew over with the reverse wind.
Bah, these kids, Fierce Qingyang, tightly covered their wrists with black gas, and collapsed before their eyes, flying over a large area of turquoise minced meat and rushing into the magma, steaming hot. That’s when he just chopped a hag in anger, but the remaining dozen skeletons had already gathered together and slammed on three sides.
At the same time, I saw those skulls with teeth on three sides, and the flames were spouting wildly and spinning round and round, and they merged into a large piece, which instantly became a huge skull shape with two sides. The shaking seemed to be about to fall apart, but every inch of the flame was bloody, and the green fog light was two pieces of extremely corrosive gas.
It’s not so good to destroy Cang Lan’s eyebrows and conduits. This corrosive gas is so strong that I can push it back.
How can you be silly at this time? Fierce Qingyang suddenly stepped up and rushed to the skeleton fog, and at the same time looked back and shouted, "I am the first."
That corrosive gas can eat your sword without even destroying the hilt. The lotus flower in Cang Lan’s eyes surges to mobilize the true qi. Yuan pulls up his hands with vigorous cold and hot air, and suddenly congeals his blood-purple fog. A huge piece of broken light has already rushed to Fa’s eyes.
Hum, uncle Qingyang sword is not made of scrap metal. It’s a fierce green eye fire. I grabbed the hilt of the sword and carved the tiger’s head. I gave it a hard drag and put it on my lips. I read the tactic of Qingyang, and the tiger roared in the sky and the white tiger was on fire.
Seeing that he flung the tiger’s head and carved a fierce fire light, it rushed up, but in a flash, it flew up. The blood flowed from the palm of his hand. The blood gushed from the wound, but he didn’t care about the battle sword. At the moment when the sword touched the light, the tiger roared and the shock wave was completely different from that before the fierce sun. At the same time, the violent corrosive gas also rushed to the sour whirlwind and besieged on all sides.
That momentum out surging billows slightly eyebrow has been boiling and rolling blood fog in his hand, but that piece of roaring gas strength is turning up the rolling magma. Is it the spirit of Four Holy Beasts, a white tiger, in the martial arts classics?