Terrorist Reincarnation: Hundred Times Rewards

"so amazing."

Even though it was the second time I saw him, Uncle Ninth was still shocked.

Such power is indeed worthy of being a divine rune!

If it wasn't for this talisman, he might have died here today.

"By the way, there are also wicked people who practice wicked ways."

Ninth Uncle focused and looked forward.

There was no trace of the gray-robed Taoist.

"Under the thunder, he was actually smashed to the ground?"

Uncle Jiu breathed a sigh of relief.

The Nine Heavens Thunder Talisman is really domineering.

However, with the ten Nine Heavens Thunder Talismans that were originally used for the scenery to return to Maoshan, there were only nine left at this time.

Can not, or try not to Caixing.

After thinking about it, after recovering his mind, Jiu Shu recognized the direction and continued to walk on the road.

Ninth Uncle left, half an hour later.

Under the ground here, a palm suddenly stretched out.

Then, an extremely embarrassed, gray-faced, charred man crawled out of the soil.

It was the 670 people in the gray robe just now!

It's just that at this time, his breath is messy, his spiritual power is disintegrating, and his original strength does not exist in ten!

"Fortunately, I learned the earth escape technique, and fortunately, corpse refining does not need to practice too strong evil skills..."

Thinking of the Jiuxiao Thunder just now, the gray-robed Taoist still had lingering fears.

He practiced the technique of refining corpses.

Corpse refining, unlike other evil arts, self-cultivation is the next best thing.

Therefore, the practitioners are not strong, the strong ones are the zombies they control.

Because of this, he escaped the catastrophe.

That thunder, most of the power went to kill the two bronze armored corpses, and only a few traces of power were used to deal with him.

Otherwise, even if he escapes into the ground, he will surely die!

Or, that power was all used to bombard him.

Ten him, ten dead.

One hundred, and one hundred die!

Power, terrible!

"Damn! Damn!"

"Damn feng shui master! Damn!"

After escaping from death, the gray-robed Taoist roared wildly.

The inner anger rolled, and the killing intent was surging.

His biggest reliance was the two bronze armored corpses, which cost him countless efforts to refine.

As a result, in less than half an hour, they were bombed and killed, and they became two corpses, no longer useless.

But no matter how angry and killing he was, he wouldn't dare to follow Ninth Uncle anymore.

This time, it was the bronze armored corpse that was destroyed. If he dared to follow him, he would be the one who died.

"No, damn... I can't just let him go!"

The gray-robed Taoist, with fierce eyes, got up and remembered the news he had heard in the town.

"This Feng Shui master seems to have a very proud and satisfied disciple named Lin Chuan, who lives in Renjia Town..."

"You slaughtered my two bronze armored corpses, and I entered the town and killed your apprentice!!"

The gray-robed Taoist sneered.

Then he turned around and hurried to Renjiazhen in the opposite direction.

Ninth Uncle is too strong, he can't do it.

Now, go and kill the proudest apprentice of Ninth Uncle!

Merely a hairy boy, he can always do it! .

Chapter [-]: Sorry, I'm much better than Uncle Jiu! (Four)

Inside Yizhuang.

Wen Cai Qiusheng, cleaning for a long time.