"boom!"
In Yi Qinglan's horrified and desperate eyes, the sword array was getting further and further away. Her figure flew out and hit a towering ancient tree hard, and the trunk broke at the waist.
dusty.
A towering shadow like a mountain stands in front of you, and the sun is hard to see.
"Ming, Mingming is almost..."
"Chen Changsheng..."
"I'm not willing to give in, I'm not willing to give in!"
among the ruins.
Yi Qinglan struggled to get up, trying her best to get closer to the sword formation again. Her mana had completely dried up, and she was staggering forward with only a wisp of obsession.
pity.
The goddess of fate did not favor her. She still couldn't cross the shadow, just as she still couldn't block the monster's casual blow, and was mercilessly smashed back to her original position.
"boom!"
She could no longer stand up, her muscles and veins were broken, and her pubic area was covered with cracks. She was in such a miserable state that even a mortal without cultivation could easily kill her.
Helpless, hesitant, and all kinds of negative emotions spread in her heart, and the chill spread all over her body, as if there was a huge stone weighing a thousand kilograms, weighing her down.
"Is it fun? Little ant?"
"Kill her!"
"I'm going to peel off her skin and make it into a palace carpet!"
The three heads of the monster sneered at the same time, like a conspirator who fooled all living beings, fully embodying cunning, pathology and cruelty.
This is a mockery, an extreme disregard for life.
Like a cat catching a mouse, he enjoyed the process of hunting, especially the resentment and unwillingness of the prey before it died, so he deliberately gave Yi Qinglan the opportunity to approach the sword formation.
Then buried.
Looking at Yi Qinglan, whose face was ashen, his blood boiled.
"cough…"
Yi Qinglan coughed up a mouthful of blood, and a tail with sharp barbs penetrated her chest. Thick plasma flowed down along the barbs, staining the earth red.
Can.
Even so, her eyes were still staring in the direction of the sword array, and the obsession in her heart prompted her to raise her arms again and again, reaching towards the latter tremblingly.
"Tsk, tsk, after all this, you still refuse to kneel down and beg for mercy?"
"Why don't you understand?"
"Even if the sword formation is triggered, you will still die."
"Whoever its owner is, will he be my opponent?"
Faced with the monster's ridicule, Yi Qinglan turned a deaf ear to it and even looked at it with disdain. It was this reaction that gave the monster another interesting idea.
"In that case."
"Small, stupid two-legged sheep, as you wish."
"This sword formation will be triggered, but that person is not you, but me. You will witness how the existence you have placed high hopes on will be torn into pieces by me!"
The years he spent fighting with the will of the underworld on his back.
I don’t know how many souls are praying for the coming of the savior in desperate situations, but what will be the outcome? Without exception, those so-called saviors have become his collection.
When hope was wiped out, the faces of the creatures who believed in them were filled with disbelief and fear. The ants simply could not understand the gap between themselves and the giants.
The sky they thought was unattainable was actually nothing more than a frog at the bottom of a well. The monster imagined Yi Qinglan's expression for a while, and was so frightened.
Sudden.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a strange face: the human being he could easily obliterate was staring at him as if he were looking at a fool!
It contains a variety of artistic conceptions such as surprise, contempt, and expectation, mixed together.
What does she mean? Because you want to trigger the sword formation? Does she really feel that she is no match for the master of the sword formation? Why should she? How dare she!
"Eat her!"
"immediately!"
"I'm going to eat her now, I'm going to take her soul back to the eighteenth level of hell, I'm going to make her live in pain forever and repent for her stupidity!"
The two heads on the left and right are crazy, their faces are ferocious, and they are extremely crazy.
They swore that, except for the ancient giants in the deepest part of the underworld, this was the first time that they were despised by a creature like this. This ant must pay a heavy price!
"Don't worry."
The head in the middle rejected their proposal: "The most cruel torture in the world is to destroy the pilgrim's faith. She will know what life is worse than death!"
Finished.
With a strong flick of his tail, Yi Qinglan was thrown several meters away.
then.
The monster stepped straight into the sword formation.
"Qiang!"
"Qiang!"
The sword wind was fierce, but it couldn't even break through his defense. The monster grinned.
In his thinking mode, his power has penetrated deeply into the heart of the master of the sword array. Presumably, at this moment, the other party must be huddled in a corner, trembling, right?
Otherwise, if I already meet the attack range, why haven't I seen him take action?
"Hahaha, is this your confidence?"
"A shrunken turtle?"
The monster's three heads looked up to the sky and roared, and its six pairs of vertical pupils turned to look at Yi Qinglan. They wanted to read shock, confusion, and fear from each other's faces.
Who knows.
What caught his eye was a face that was even more delighted than before.
No.
This time she was not only filled with joy, her pale lips were moving. Although her voice was like a mosquito and her breath was like a gossamer, she could not escape the monster's six ears. What she said was...
"You're done!"
