However, the more Whitestorm fights, the more frightened he is. The power of ghosts and gods has been completely absorbed into his body, and the miraculous restoration of breaking through three seals is stronger than the peak period.
Sunday and Wang Xing’s self-confidence in fighting can get rid of them in an instant, but the actual situation is not the case. Sunday and Wang Xing’s personal momentum kept down the other body, which made him push and at the same time had to separate most of his thoughts to deal with the crisis of something congenial being swallowed up by the anti-terrorism.
Chapter three hundred and thirteen Star-sucking magic power
Girls’ literature
"Can’t go like this?" Whitestorm kept thinking about the countermeasures in his heart. Sunday and Wang Xingyi joined hands with Yin and Yang to combine rigidity and softness, and the Phoenix and Qinglong were the top ten beasts in ancient times. Although they broke out in the strength of the beast department, they also caused him great pressure and gradually gave birth to a feeling of lack of success. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his legs were weak, knowing that his legs were sealed by death, and his powers were reduced.
Suddenly, on Sunday, "Ow" shouted, and a flame feather came out of the back of the head again, and the momentum suddenly rose a lot.
I don’t know how since Sunday’s rebirth, the two parts of the power of the fire phoenix girl literature, good and evil, have magically merged together, and even the golden ball in the abdomen has completely melted into the body, making his strength reach a new level.
Twenty percent of the strength of the Fire Phoenix broke out, and the essence of the true qi reached an extremely horrible level. There was a faint breakthrough to the state of Xuan Qi. Whitestorm was suppressed by the firm but gentle "Thousand Sword Wan Jian" on Sunday, and he was restrained by the power of the Fire Phoenix.
As soon as Whitestorm roars, no matter how passive he is, he will be killed by Sunday and Wang Xing sooner or later. His heart will turn into a few virtual shadows and he wants to escape while Sunday and Wang Xing can’t tell the difference.
I didn’t think that Sunday’s "Pupil of God’s Eye" actually saw his phantom clearly, and I could see at a glance that his real body was displaying the posture of "shifting shape and transposition". When I heard "sou", I suddenly came to Whitestorm’s back and transported the third palm of Sumeru’s palm to create a huge palm print on the white wind’s back.
"Boom" A white wind rolled a few somersaults and tiptoes forward, and it helped people to get up lightly. Haha laughed. "You can’t hurt me on Sunday. I absorbed the power of ghosts and gods. You can’t hurt me." The words haven’t been finished yet. Suddenly I feel that the gas in the abdomen is stagnant and messy. My throat is sweet. "Wow" I don’t believe it. Looking at Sunday, I muttered, "How can this be impossible? You can’t hurt me." My throat is sweet and even a few mouthfuls of blood are suddenly pale
On Sunday, I looked at the white air duct with a sneer. "It’s true that attacking from the outside is hard to hurt you, but don’t forget that you absorb the power of ghosts and gods to enhance your strength. It’s not that you can’t die outside, but you can’t stand gas attacks in your body."
"Impossible, impossible" Whitestorm felt a little crazy, and the vitality in his body gradually disappeared. It seemed that a gas was stimulated, which surprised him. He almost passed out and really couldn’t figure out what was going on.
Where did Whitestorm know that in the ghost cave on Sunday, he obeyed the orders of the fire phoenix to transport Yu Pei, and quietly injected a milky white gas into Whitestorm’s body under the cover of "the pupil of the eye"
Just Sunday, while Whitestorm was careless, he displayed the posture of "shifting shape and transposition" and came to Whitestorm behind him, and then "sumeru palm" was the third palm method. When his hand Whitestorm touched the vest behind the white wind, the milky white gas hidden in Whitestorm’s body was linked, and I thought of the fire phoenix and asked him to inject a gas into Whitestorm’s body. That was the first update of girls’ literature for today’s sneak attack.
Once the milky white gas in Whitestorm’s body is obtained on Sunday, it will lead the palm force of Sunday to invade Whitestorm’s body and wantonly destroy Whitestorm’s body structure and devour his life.
Whitestorm neglected Sunday’s sneak attack, and the proper meridians were cut off, and all the internal organs were displaced. What is even more frightening is that the milky white gas can devour the vitality of the human body, and it can constantly wander around other bodies to devour his essence, blood and vitality, if it is not scared out of its wits.
Whitestorm knows that today is doomed, and the eye pupil light is scattered, and his heart is full of sorrow and despair. Haha laughs. "I didn’t expect to be defeated by others in the end. I didn’t misread you on Sunday. You really are my nemesis, and I have defeated my opponent all my life."
Sunday said simply, "You are wrong. It’s not that I want to deal with you. It’s that God wants to punish you. Whitestorm’s many wrongs will kill himself. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. Today is the time for you to pay for your evil deeds."
"Master, I’ve come to save you." Qin Chaoyang suddenly appeared behind Whitestorm and took out a bomb while everyone was unprepared. A huge explosion made Zhou Tianhe Wang Xing have to step back.
Qin Chaoyang’s left hand clasped Whitestorm’s body exhibition, and he ran to the mountain on Sunday to avoid Qin Chaoyang’s bomb. He immediately reacted and shouted, "Don’t let them escape."
Then Wang Xing, the lecherous fairy and Han Shuo all reacted, and they all showed their posture and chased out on Sunday.
To everyone’s surprise, four people chased after a long distance without finding Zhao-yang Qin and Whitestorm. On Monday, they stopped and stamped their feet bitterly, saying, "Let Whitestorm run away again." In the world of gods, Zhao-yang Qin and Bai Feng could not be captured, knowing that they might have escaped far and could not catch up.
The lecherous fairy chased after him and said, "Don’t be discouraged when the girl literature is updated for the first time on Sunday. Whitestorm is badly hurt by your gas, even if he is cured, it will really be lost."
Sunday sighed, "It is a headache to let Whitestorm escape after all. Even if this person doesn’t have a repair, there will be a bloody fairy. No, I have to find him or my heart will be uneasy."
The lecherous fairy thought for a moment, "It’s a good thing that I brought a lot of sulfuric acid from Yanjing and gave it to the army. When I came to help, the situation was under control."
Zhou Tiandao: "Well, let’s get together and look around for Zhao-yang Qin and Whitestorm. They are all seriously injured and should not go far to update girls’ literature for the first time." Then they ran to the mountain with their posture.
Four people just left. Qin Chaoyang helped Whitestorm out of a natural cave. The hole of this cave was hidden by Qin Chaoyang’s special technique cloth. Even a superb person would never find the specific location of this cave, let alone explore the world of gods to their hiding place.
Qin Chaoyang helped Whitestorm sit on a rock and asked, "Master, how are you feeling? Are you better?"
Whitestorm gasped, "This time, the master was planted at home, and he fell in love with that smelly little trick on Sunday. Hey hey, if I don’t die, I will definitely have a chance to make a comeback and update girls’ literature for the first time."
Zhao-yang Qin slowly let go and said lightly, "Master, have you ever thought that several plots you launched were destroyed by Sunday? Not only did you not get any benefits, but you made yourself very embarrassed every time?"
White ethos said bitterly, "That’s because Sunday’s smelly little ghost snorted. He shouldn’t be too proud to be true. Whitestorm is so easy to bully."
"Ha ha ha" Zhao-yang Qin suddenly burst out laughing. "Master, you are wrong. It’s not that Sunday is too clever. You are too stupid to deal with a small Sunday. You said you still have face to keep this world."
Whitestorm looked at Zhao-yang Qin very surprised and said coldly, "It seems that your heart has moved to kill Master."
Qin Chaoyang said, "Master, when I came here, I admired you very much. You think you are the best person in the world, but through this incident, I suddenly found that you are just so much. I am so mythical about you. Look at yourself. I am really blushing for you."
"Zhao-yang Qin, what do you want? I’m your master. You want to bully your teacher and destroy your ancestors."
Qin Chaoyang shook his head and said dismissively, "What about returning the master? To put it bluntly, you don’t take me as your apprentice, but when I am a tool for you, telling you my feelings is to shed tears at animals."
Whitestorm gasped and said, "Qin Chaoyang, even if I am seriously injured, I can absorb the power of ghosts and gods and restore me. You can’t hurt me."
"Really?" Zhao-yang Qin’s eyes suddenly burst into a strange brilliance and approached Whitestorm step by step. "I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time. Do you really think I can’t deal with you? Then you are wrong. Now that you are seriously injured, you don’t have much strength to kill you, but you just laugh."
"What do you want?" Whitestorm felt a burst of cold in his heart and inexplicable fear from his heart.
Qin Chaoyang hey hey sneer at a way: "Master, at least we are also apprentices. You haven’t given me anything. Why don’t you give me all your spiritual exercises when you die? I’ll finish your dream to deal with Sunday. They can rest assured that one day I will kill them and put their heads in your grave to pay homage to you, which will not waste our friendship between apprentices and apprentices."
"Even if you dream, I will die and I won’t give it to you." Whitestorm roared.
Qin Chaoyang laughed. "It’s not up to you whether the master gives it or not. Don’t you forget that there is a cultivation method in the underworld that specializes in absorbing others’ self-cultivation and can even absorb your soul?"
"Star-sucking Magic Power" You, you will "Star-sucking Magic Power" "Impossible" Whitestorm cried in horror. How can you "Star-sucking Magic Power" be absolutely impossible "
Chapter three hundred and fourteen Hatred is hard to give up
Girls’ literature
"Ha ha ha ha ha" Qin Chaoyang seemed to see the funniest thing in the sky. He looked at Whitestorm contemptuously and shook his head and sighed, "Whitestorm, Whitestorm are wrong with the master. You waste your wit. You are stupid. I have already obtained the secret book of" Star-sucking Magic Skill "for a long time. I am afraid that if you know it, it will kill me. Now I have a successful practice. It is my Qin Chaoyang era."
Whitestorm suddenly understood everything. Qin Chaoyang has been lurking by his side, waiting for this day. Now he is full-fledged and stretched out his clutches to him. Nai sighed, "It seems that I am really wrong. Qin Chaoyang, I underestimate you. Your calculation and talent are all in me. I want me to repair and update the female literature for the first time. But I want you to promise me one thing, otherwise I will blow myself up and I won’t let you succeed."
"Oh" Zhao-yang Qin looked at Whitestorm with great interest and said simply, "Tell me what you want me to promise you."
