Urban divine farmer medical immortal

The voice came from a distance. At first, people didn't believe it. The man looked around and said, "who's talking? Stand up for me. What's yours is ours."

"Is it?"

The sound is getting closer and closer. It sounds very familiar, but it can't remind people who it is.

Even the people in Xianmen were very surprised. They were secretly paying attention to who was speaking, but what surprised them was that no matter how they observed, they didn't find out.

"Who, who is pretending to be a God or a ghost, dare to speak big words in front of me, stand up and die!"

"Oh, do you want to kill me?"

Suddenly, a gust of wind blowing, people subconsciously close their eyes, when they open their eyes, only to see a person's back to them.

"Damn, you just said that. Let me see if you are... Ah... Su..."

The man was about to reach over his shoulder, but when he saw the man's side, his hand trembled, like a fire, and he drew back.

His face was even more pale, and his pupils contracted, as if he had met a ghost.

"You're the one who's going to hit me?"

Sunan gave this man a cold look.

The guy's mouth immediately trembled, and purple, legs unconsciously trembled, a coquettish smell from between the legs, from the beginning to the end of this person did not say a word.

"Bang!"

He fell to the ground and was scared to death, with a look of fear on his face.

"Who else would like to ask for those gifts?"

Sunan turned around slowly and looked around.

"How can it be!" Seeing the face of Sunan, everyone was stunned and opened his mouth in disbelief.

"Su... Master Su, you are not dead. How..."

Some people's throats are starting to dry out.

"My God, master Su is not dead. He is nothing. Man, give me a slap to see if I'm dreaming." A Chinese warrior pulled the people beside him in a hurry.

"Pa!"

"Are you dreaming?"

The man's face was still blank after a slap.

After shaking his head, his face was still at a loss: "brother, would you like to give me a knife to make me wake up completely?"

"It's not a dream. He's really Mr. Su."

"Master Su didn't die. It was a blow from a land immortal. Master Su didn't die!"

The sound is just like the waves, layer by layer, impacting people's nerves and eardrums.

"How can it be? How can he not die? That's the way of the land God!"

The people in Xianmen have been silly. After rubbing their eyes several times, they find that the people standing in front of them are indeed Sunan, and their expressions are very colorful.

"Now we're finished. We can't even kill him by the land immortals. Except for the elder in charge of the immortal sect, who can balance him?" There was a burst of despair in the immortal gate.

This is definitely the biggest loss in the history of Xianmen.

"How could he not be dead, how could he not be dead!"

Those who want to die in Sunan keep asking themselves, but no one tells them the answer.

Looking at Sunan standing in front of them unharmed, he seemed to be answering them: "I didn't die, how about it?"

Just now, for Southern Jiangsu, it was extremely dangerous. At the critical moment, Jiulong's body protection skill protected his life, but he was still seriously injured.

After all, the means of the land gods are not joking.

In that huge pit, he took the Diyuan pill, which not only recovered from his injury, but also consolidated his cultivation, which was the reason why he didn't come out immediately.

The Pope's face turned blue, but it was only fleeting, and soon returned to normal: "brother Su, Congratulations, it's so good to see you're OK. I was very worried. I'm relieved to see you're OK."

The Pope did not smile.

He thought that he would kill Sunan by thunder fire, so he did it again, and let the Chinese martial arts and Taoism and Xianmen fight against each other, and they would benefit from it, but God played a big joke on him.

That is, Southern Jiangsu is so strong that even the land gods can't help it.

Sunan said with a faint smile: "Your holiness, I can see everything that happened here. What you said just now is very different from what you say now."

"Brother Su misunderstood. I was so sad and confused."

Pope sophistry, bitter heart, did not expect this time by Sunan caught pigtail.

With his understanding of Sunan, if he didn't give each other a perfect explanation this time, he would be in great danger.

"Sad?"

Sunan cold irony: "sad what, is not to see me not dead, too sad?"

"Yes, no, no, no, brother Su is really joking."

The Pope's forehead has begun to sweat, no longer as calm as before, even the tone of his speech began to be unskillful.

"Pope, do you really think I'm deaf?"

Sunan stared at him tightly: "just now you said you would join hands with thunder fire. It seems that I was too kind to you before. Did you really think someone in Su didn't dare to kill you?"

The Pope's face suddenly changed.

"King Su, you really misunderstand me. I don't mean that."

Sunan did not believe him: "I'm sorry, your holiness, I don't believe you any more. I only believe you who are dead."

"You

Hearing this, the Pope's face went crazy. He didn't expect that Sunan would do this.

Sunan claws out, the surrounding void immediately broken, five fingers like gold pouring, emitting golden light, straight to the Pope.

"Holy word!"

The Pope hastened to use his secret skill to stop the terrible blow. The holy light in front of him converged, giving people a kind of peace and confusing emotions.

"Holy words, God said to love each other, all the killers are vain, put down the killing, believe in my Lord, you can get eternal life."

The Pope's face was dignified and he said it word by word.

The people next to them are intoxicated with it. They enjoy it on their faces. They seem to be bathed in the mild sunshine. Even their eyes become confused.

"Bewitch the public with evil words!"

With Sunan's current mental strength, the Pope's puzzling technique is pediatrics in his view.

"You..." when the Pope saw that Sunan was not affected, he was extremely shocked. He stepped on the ground, and the whole person was like a shell, which was launched from the ground and flew high into the air.

"Come back to me!"

Sunan's claws quickly grabbed his feet and yanked down.

"Bang!"

The Pope's body hit the ground heavily, and his face was full of horror and incomprehension. He didn't believe that he would die in the hands of a Chinese.

There was a dead silence around.

A generation of popes, just like that.

"Well done!"

Suddenly a Chinese warrior cried.

"This guy threatened to take refuge in Xianmen just now. Damn it."

"Master Su, get rid of harm for the people!"

At this time, the Western martial arts are full of despair, worried that Sunan will settle with them, and they are all worried. As for the people in the immortal gate, their faces are even worse. Now their only luxury is to return to the immortal gate as soon as possible. The secular world is too dangerous.

"Su Meng master, it's not good. Thunder fire wants to escape."

At this time, suddenly someone pointed to the air and yelled loudly.