After wearing the book, I was forced to become a fake system

Chapter 610 Nine Dead Lives

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the wind blew violently.

The fishermen of the Tuohai ethnic group were swallowed by the oncoming huge waves just after sailing not far away. People were like ants floating in the water and struggling to get ashore.

Jia Xitong didn't expect that the people chasing them would come so fast, and behind them were the lives of all the Yuren and Tuohai tribes. The pressure made her so nervous that her back was sweating.

"Horie."

Jia Xitong grabbed him, "Is Mr. Bu following us all the time?"

"Yes."

Huo Rui glanced at Mr. Bu who was frightened and wanted to flee in the crowd.

In the escape just now, his sense of existence has been very low.

It's not that others ignored him, but that Mr. Bu made himself inconspicuous on purpose.Because he didn't have the cloth bag that concealed the secret, he calculated that the Yuren clan and the Tuohai clan were the culprits. It should be said that the person next to Lord Yan Qing was doomed to die.

He had just met them not long ago, so there was no need to take risks with them.

So he hoped that the people around him could ignore him, so that he could even take advantage of the chaos to escape.

It's a pity that this plan was only halfway through when Jia Xitong, who accidentally hit him and remembered him, broke it.

"Catch him and let him come out of a hiding place."

Jia Xitong felt inexplicably that the fortuneteller among them might be the one who could help them find the first-line students, "Tell Mr. Bu that he can only live if everyone lives, and he will die if everyone dies!"

Mr. Bu, who was captured from the crowd, had no love in his life.

Originally, he could just barely survive, but now he needs to live and die together. This is to completely bind him and turn him into a grasshopper on a rope.

Mr. Bu hurriedly took out his magic weapon, and began to calculate this chance of life.However, the hexagrams he calculated are more and more dangerous each time, either there is a narrow chance of death, or ten deaths without a life!

As Mr. Bu counted, his hands began to shake.

"Hurry up!"

Huo Rui urged.

The thin barrel and the head of the Merman Clan were almost unable to stop the people from the Valkyrie Temple.

"Wait, wait, wait!"

Mr. Bu was sweating profusely, and the magic weapon in his hand was about to be smashed, so he wanted to ask God to give them a glimmer of life.

boom--

An explosion sounded overhead.

Jia Xitong and the head of the Yuren tribe were instantly blown away.

The Martial God Temple sent four martial sage cultivators again. Without Shang Yanting, these martial cultivators abused Jia Xitong and they were like scumbags.

"careful!"

The patriarch of the Merman Clan stretched out his hand to grab her, but a sword aura came from the sky, and just a few centimeters to the left could directly cut off her head.

She's fine, but the head of the Merman clan is miserable.

Half of his huge tail was cut off, exposing bright red flesh and white bones, and blood spurted out in an instant.The patriarch fell directly amidst the screams, and when he fell into the water, the sea water was instantly dyed red.

Only Jia Xitong was left.

Mr. Bu's divination has used what he has learned all his life.

death robbery.

death robbery.

Another fatal disaster! !
"kill!"

The leader of the Valkyrie Temple ruthlessly issued an order that no one would be left here for the sake of those dead red-robed servants.

At this moment, Mr. Bu calculated a glimmer of life in the ending of death.

Inside the Valkyrie Temple
The blind old man was being blamed by the "God", and a black illusory figure stared at him coldly - the anger from the "God".

"I didn't let you touch her!"

Even if there is only one illusory image, it can still torture the blind old man to the extreme. The will of the "God" spread to the unnamed sea area at an extremely fast speed.

　Goodnight everybody.

　　There is only one update today, because there is a very important result coming out tomorrow, and I can't write it down at all when I think about it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)