Peerless Divine Emperor

Chapter 676. Play with fire and self-immolation

Complaining to complain, Jing Yunzhen was not intimidated by it.

Looking at the more fierce haze, he also had a huge warfare on his body.

At the same time, he is naturally thinking, if the current yin refining and absorbing, is not his own martial arts repair will instantly reach the ground of the two.

Thinking of this, Jing Yunzhen is a bit eager to try.

However, Jing Yunqi did not worry.

He looked at the people in the haze of the hard work, hands around the chest, a look of the crowd is not too big, the people who are facing the sinister door: "You must work hard, don't give up, you still have Opportunity? Come on, come on, then refuel? If you give up, I will look down on you. I am optimistic about you."

Some words, let this vomiting blood because many yin and sorrow disciples who released a lot of yin blood.

The haze of the doorkeeper must be turned into blood, are you not afraid?

Not afraid, even if this time, encourage us?

Is your head caught by the door?

However, Jing Yun is not tired, pointing to a disciple who is obviously not enough blood. "The pale-skinned disciple, how are you lazy? How can such a thing be lazy? Do you want to watch the whole sect?" All the doors have been destroyed by me? If you work harder, you must work hard."

Then he pointed to another disciple who had fallen to the ground because he had released too much yin blood: "This disciple, you are not right. It is not the time to install the dizzy, the revolution has not succeeded, you still Need to work hard. People who stand up and don't want to be slaves."

The disciples of the Yinmen Gate almost vomited blood.

Is this person a slap in the monkeys?

We are doing our best, just to destroy him? He is doing well, and he spares no effort to motivate us? Do you want to die without this?

However, Jing Yunyi is still not finished.

He wants to take a look at how far this yin can reach under the sinister blood of these people.

If you are stronger, wait a while to absorb the refining, should the effect be more obvious?

Thinking of this, Jing Yunxuan finally pointed to Ye Wentian: "Ye Wentian, do you say that you are so embarrassed? Your disciples are all bleeding? Are you? Just waving a few fingers and you are done? Who are you cheating? Ah? Hurry, work with the rest of the disciples, and release your yin blood. If you don't let it out, I am anxious with you."

Ye Wentian is speechless.

I have seen wonderful things, but I have never seen such unparalleled wonders.

Ye Wentian, regardless of Jing Yunzhen, since Jing Yunxi gave him time to sacrifice the haze, why not he?

Time is passing fast.

Ye Wentian’s face was abrupt, and he looked at the incomparable haze in front of him. His eyes were full of excitement and excitement: “Success, my haze is finally refining and becoming bloody. Boy, you are waiting. Let's die."

Jing Yunxiao waited aside and almost fell asleep.

Hearing the sudden sound of Ye Wentian, he only came back to God. Even if he looked at the yin, he saw that the yin was full of blood at this time, and this blood gas was not known before. How much is rich, almost all of them can be turned into **** droplets.

There was a huge breath on it, and the atmosphere filled the air, like the tsunami rolling, so that the entire shadow door was in an oppression.

The disciples of the Yinmen Gate finally all closed their hands, and each one looked pale, apparently a symptom of excessive bloodletting.

But when they saw the horrible blood, they thought that everything they paid was worthwhile.

Bloody and arrogant.

Any action, it gives people a sense of landslides.

At this moment, Jing Yun’s haze is in front of blood, and it is simply an ant to an elephant. There is no comparability at all.

"That kid is dead."

"Hey, do you think that my haze is so bullying?"

The eyes of the disciples who look at Jingyun’s eyes are all cold.

Ye Wentian’s gaze is the same. He wants to unload Jingyun’s shackles and immediately manipulate **** anger. He is angry at Jingyun’s anger: “Boy, I will give you a choice now, then you and the 霄皇门 behind you. Willing to return to my sinister door, if not, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

When I heard Ye Wentian’s words, Jing Yun’s calm smile was not afraid of the appearance of this haze, and then he easily said: “I want ants to eat elephants? Lost you want to come out? Ye Wentian I have to tell you that you have gone far."

"What do you mean by saying this is not agreeing with the choice I gave you?"

Ye Wentian asked in reverse.

"I agree."

Jing Yunxiao smiled indifferently.

The man who was in the shadow of the door heard that Jing Yun was afraid and wanted to compromise.

There was also a smug expression on his face.

I know that the second half of Jing Yun’s words are added, and the smugness on their faces is dying.

"I agree, but the thousands of brothers behind me don't agree. I can tell you, I am not alone in the fight, but thousands of people are fighting. You are a small family of hundreds of people in your district. I also want to make my famous name of the Emperor, and your courage is not small."

The face of the Yinmen Gate is once again cold.

"Thousands of thousands? Stinky boy, do you think I will believe? If you disagree, then take your life."

Ye Wentian smiled.

At this moment, he finally has a feeling of taking the initiative.

Immediately, he gave orders to the blood.

Bloody time, licking his teeth, looking at the clouds as enemies, then the body like a mountain, rushed toward Jingyun.

"Haze, go up and practice with him."

Jing Yunyi issued an order to his own haze.

However, his sullen body, seeing that bloody, did not dare to go forward.

"Don't make unnecessary struggles."

Ye Wentian saw it and sneered.

"This time the chain is broken."

Jing Yun is speechless.

However, he did not panic. He immediately took his own haze and took out his own sword.

"Four gods swords: Qinglong swords."

"The Four Gods Swords: White Tiger Swords."

"Four gods swords: Xuanwu swords."

The powerful swordsmanship bombarded, but all were resisted by the blood.

"I am going to the sword of the micro."

"Sen Luo died, the seventh print."

Jing Yunyi also displayed it and his means, but these means bombarded the **** body, but only took the **** back a few steps, but still did not cause any substantial damage to the blood.

"Is it wrong? This time it will not be a fire and self-immolation?"

Jing Yun’s heart was shocked. I didn’t expect this **** to become so abnormal.