Naraku eyes a bright stretched out his hand and took a look at the face is ecstatic expression immediately.
"Nine baby adult English! It’s my honor to be able to work for nine babies. "
Naraku’s performance attracted a burst of disdain from Sambo.
……
A palm-sized mansion is exquisite, exquisite, bright and gorgeous in the rock stratum in the depths of hundreds of mountains far away.
Zhang Yang, a human being, and Zhang Yang, a zombie, sat cross-legged.
Among them, Mana holds Fu Cang Jian Ling suspended in a light blue sword, and slowly rotates a picture full of Xianxia color.
Zhang Yang, a human being, and Zhang Yang, a zombie, are constantly released from their foreheads to invade the Fucang sword.
Zhang Yang can clearly feel a strange consciousness in the ambush sword, which is not much exclusive to himself.
What Zhang Yang has to do now is to keep the soul force in contact with him and try to communicate with him.
Fucang sword spirit consciousness can’t even compare with the IQ of a three-year-old child. Zhang Yang seems to be a little simple.
Zhang Yang’s soul force keeps invading communication …
This process is extremely long, and patience is the last thing Zhang Yang needs.
Time goes by little by little.
For Zhang Yang, the most important thing at present is to let Fu Cangjian recognize the Lord.
After decades of migration, the beast tide finally came out of the 100 thousand mountains and came into contact with the Terran defense line
The first one to walk out of the 100 thousand mountains is the chewing bone tribe
Humans gathered a large number of monks to cast a solid defense array.
The surge of animal tide is like a black flood, which constantly impacts this defense line.
There is even a soaring demon gas field. Only with tens of millions of monks can human beings implicate their qi machines and confront the monster gas field.
Once the number of people is less than 1,000, fighting becomes a suspense.
The ground battle is rough and the sky is another battle.
Six old men with white beards were suspended and confronted with a gorgeous carriage hundreds of miles away.
This carriage has a big man standing in front of it.
"Nine babies, aren’t we old guys worth seeing?" One of the six elders should say
"Master speak (cs17) is it that you can call? Want to see my master with you guys are not qualified "Sambo glare.
"Ha, ha, ha, is it true that the famous nine babies don’t even have the courage to fight with us?"
Hey!
When the figure flashed, a charming maid appeared around Sambo, a burly and majestic woman and a charming and petite woman brought out the best in each other.
"Whoever insults my master dies!" The maid Tankou micro-qi said these words, and when the carriage with two feet stepped on the whole person, it generally rushed towards the six old men.
Sambo is also a body, and it is dispatched almost at the same time.
Just two people from Tian Xiang carriage instantaneous that six old man also to have method definitely even pinch ling virtual point toward the eyes.
Shout-
A big yellow net is heading for Sanbao.
Shit!
The light in the charming maid’s hand flashed, but a silver hairpin flashed across a white light.
Boo!
As soon as it rang, the big net had been punctured, and a huge mouth was opened.
Howl-
Two figures flashing Sambo and the beautiful maid have taken the opportunity to break through and continue to rush toward the six elders.
Hum-
That yellow net is not stagnant and continues to go towards the Tian Xiang carriage.
"Not good! We got their goal is to master "charming maid show eyebrows tiny cu body a lag.
Two people with Sambo are about to return to the defense. How can six people across the street give them a chance? Offering treasures in succession, the time is cut towards two people.
Chapter three hundred and thirty-three Shadow
Herod-
Seeing two Tian Xiang horses approaching the optical network, they screamed at the sky.
Just then shout-
When the curtain in the carriage lifts, the light flashes, and a huge palm violently grabs it forward.
Boom, boom, boom!
A series of blasting is like pouring cold water into a hot oil pan, and the seemingly strong optical network actually collapses instantly.
Instead of being depressed, the six old men showed a happy expression.
"It’s the powerful breath of nine babies. Non-nine babies can’t do it!"