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At that time, the City Lord's Mansion was still in chaos.

The field is still wide open.

The second senior brother sneaked into the wolf's den under the nose of the wolf, without caring about his own safety.

Miao Miao was very moved.

However, if there was no chaos in the city lord's mansion at that time, then this black-robed evil clan would probably have to deal with the second senior brother and senior sister who sneaked into the city immediately.

At that time, I am afraid they will attack in groups. Even if the second senior brother and senior sister have many tricks and many trump cards, they will still be unable to defeat four people with just one fist. There will always be things they cannot worry about.

Even if she believed that the second senior brother and senior sister could escape unharmed even if they couldn't defeat them, she couldn't help but feel her eyes twitch when she thought about those scenes.

Miao Miao had a serious face and wanted to talk about the two of them, but she remembered that the two of them couldn't see her now, so she could only show her cruelty to the blind man. She exhaled helplessly and shrugged her shoulders sadly.

Another sigh.

In the end, I had no choice but to put these things down for the time being, and could only wait until I went back to "settle the accounts".

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

They both saw the master's gloating look just now.

Recalling the way the little junior sister used to be so fierce and nagging them, I am afraid that the little junior sister who was still causing trouble even after sleeping also wanted to nag them.

Then she probably thought they couldn't see her, so she gave up.

I'm afraid they will still have to be criticized by their junior sister after they return.

It is very likely that they will follow the same path as Feng Ming this time, such as the unlucky meal.

Think about the scalp is a little numb.

For those little unlucky things, they are somewhat innocuous, but the little girl has bad intentions. At that time, Feng Ming always had bad luck when there were many people.

The embarrassment was something they, the senior brothers and sisters, couldn't bear for him.

If she knew what they were thinking, Miao Miao would tell them one word, which is "embarrassment plus social death".

Later, as they thought, they were indeed scolded fiercely by a certain little girl, and they were indeed given a bad luck package.

But a certain guy was a little biased, so the most unlucky package for the two of them was that their feet slipped when they walked, and when they practiced sword practice, their swords would fly away from their hands from time to time.

And this is obviously a large-scale social death incident, but every time they are unlucky only when they are there and will not be seen by outsiders.

Even thanks to this unlucky package from Yu Miao, the two of them improved their control of their spirit swords to a new level.

Only Feng Ming almost cried because of his junior sister's partiality.

He asked Yu Miao to cook several meals for him before he was coaxed.

Despite the huge gap in Yu Miao's favoritism, in fact, she was equally happy from the bottom of her heart for these senior brothers and sisters, and was close to them all.

The reason why Feng Ming is so tormented is not because Feng Ming is too annoying.

It was also because Feng Ming had an undisciplined temperament, and his face had long been lost in front of most of the Yi Jian Sect's disciples.

Only some new disciples don't know about his embarrassing dark history.

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The worst pain is over, and as the pain lasts for a long time, you will become numb and get used to it.

Kamito's remaining consciousness became somewhat clearer.

I felt three powerful auras at the first moment.

The familiar breath made his pupils shrink suddenly.

They are coming.

Damn it, he looks like this now and has no power to fight back.

If they wanted to kill him, it would be as simple as squeezing an ant to death, but he was unwilling to do so.

He felt that his consciousness was gradually dissipating, and even if they didn't need to take action, he might not be able to hold on for long.

He hates.

He didn't want to die like this, nor did he want to let the person who hurt him go.His malicious gaze passed through the gap and fell on Miao Miao, whom he couldn't see.

The breath is there.

So even if he dies, he must at least take the person who harmed him with him.

A flash of madness flashed in his scarlet eyes, and before anyone noticed, he had already put his hand into the blood in the center of the altar.

The blood had already stopped boiling and had become somewhat condensed.

But as his hand sank in, his low voice was like an evil ghost crawling out of hell. He was hoarse and incomprehensible, reciting incantations that people couldn't understand. He spoke at an extremely fast speed, as if he was racing against time.

The blood that had been stagnant began to boil again.

Bubbly and gurgling.

The blood bubbles exploded, and a splash of blood fell on his face.

Along his hideous cheek, across the corner of his mouth, he made a slight slapping sound on the ground.

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A blood column soared into the sky.

Although Ancestor Qiongji and the others were focused on Yu Miao, they still had a ray of consciousness paying attention to Shang Shi.

When he first came over, he felt the aura on his body.

Unexpectedly, he didn't kill him completely that day.

It also gave him the opportunity to run into the city and cause trouble, but fortunately it didn't last long.

Now, he is still in the hands of his apprentice. Looking at his current appearance, he is being tortured quite a bit, and he deserves it.

Since you are alive, you should find a place to shrink down first, but instead you are making trouble in such a high-profile manner.

If he doesn’t go to hell, then who will?

It seemed that his consciousness was already blurred and was about to disappear in the next moment, so he didn't rush to take action, but he didn't expect that he could still be a monster.

When he noticed his movements, he took action immediately and cut off his head with a sword.

But the ancestor of Qiuji was fast, and he was also fast in getting rice, because he knew that he was racing against time.

Moreover, he uses the evil clan's forbidden technique. As long as he finishes reciting the spell, no one can stop him, even if he is dead.

The head was cut off and rolled in a circle on the ground, rolling from the altar to the ground. His scarlet eyes widened and he looked at the Qiongji Ancestor.

As for half of his body, the hand was still stretched out in the boiling blood.

But in just a blink of an eye, that half of the body suddenly turned into smoke and dissipated in the air, as if it had been absorbed by the blood column.

The head fell to the ground, its mouth opened wide, and a weird smile appeared.

Jie Jie's voice was forced out of his throat.

Terrifying and eerie.

With their scarlet eyes staring straight at them, Ancestor Qiuji and the others seemed to be saying silently, "You have to die with me."

The next moment, his head suddenly exploded and turned into mist.

A wisp of black mist was pulled by a force from the center of the explosion and quickly disappeared into the blood column.

Pillars of blood shot straight into the sky, and the entire sky was stained with blood.

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A series of blood thunders wandered in the sky.

They were densely packed like fishing nets covering the entire sky.

With a crack of thunder, the entire sky was split into two.

A crack suddenly appeared like a chasm.

What started out as a crack like a little finger quickly spread.

Before anyone had time to stop it, it had already spread to a gap that was big enough for a six-year-old girl to slip through.