water recovery system

6.9

In the depths of the endless forest, countless monsters flee.

"Mao Dao, you can catch it without putting your hands on it!" With grief and anger in the eyes of a sturdy middle-aged monk, the Burning Hammer in his hand slammed in Shen Jiayan's direction, "Not a few days ago, you killed my senior brother, even theirs. Don't let go of the spirits. Today I want you to take your life to comfort their spirits in the sky!"

And Shen Jiayan was dressed in a vermilion shirt, and his white hair reflected the red eyes. Everyone knows that he is the devil who has been punishable by everyone, but his appearance still makes people unable to remove his eyes.

Shen Jiayan has a sly figure and easily avoided the aura's attack. His eyes didn't agree with him: "They want to kill me, but they can't beat me. What's so strange about being killed by me?" Reasonable words, but speaking from his mouth, there is a meaning that should be reasonable.

"Brother Lu, don't talk nonsense with him, let's go together and kill this magic way directly." The beautiful woman's eyes were filled with deep-seated hatred, and while the monks were besieging Shen Jiayan, she pulled out the spiritual power lock. The wrist moved slightly, and the lock walked like a silver snake. A silver light flashed, and Shen Jiayan was already firmly bound.

This spiritual power lock has always been the most shameless magic weapon of the right way. However, to deal with this magic way, everyone feels that it should be.

The spiritual force lock, as soon as it touched Shen Jiayan, it began to tighten. The more Shen Jiayan struggled, the tighter the lock closed.

In the end, Shen Jiayan simply stopped struggling, turned his head slightly, looked innocently at the beautiful woman and asked, "Sister, are you really going to kill me?"

A cruel smile was raised at the corner of the beautiful woman's mouth, and she held her knife and walked towards Shen Jiayan step by step. Because of her excitement, her face was slightly distorted: "Of course, I will not only kill you, but also kill you. Thousands of knives, cut into mashed meat!"

Shen Jiayan glanced at the crowds next to him, blinking, and his long eyelashes fluttered: "You want to kill me like that sister?"

A monk who was as strong as an ox hit the ground with a fist and shook the mountain suddenly. He raised his head and roared at the forest and said, "Don't talk nonsense with this kid, watch Laozi hit him with a punch. Muddy!"

After speaking, he grinned and walked towards Shen Jiayan.

The monk had just walked in front of Shen Jiayan, and he still had time to speak. I saw that Shen Jiayan didn't know what spell he had used, and with only a light effort, the spiritual power lock began to break, turning into countless mottled light spots, even if they disappeared.

The panic in the monk's eyes had not yet disappeared, and Shen Jiayan had stretched out his hand to strangle his neck. Turning his head, blood-red eyes were filled with evil spirits and asked the beautiful woman: "Thousands of knives, cut into flesh?"

The beautiful woman's pupils dilated rapidly due to extreme fear. She really didn't expect that Fang Huo would be able to break free at this point. Dang Even subconsciously took two steps back.

Shen Jiayan strangled the monk's neck with one hand, and with the other hand used a magic trick at will, and the countless black lines transformed by spiritual power firmly bound the monk.

The monk suddenly struggled like a prey falling into a spider's web, but he was still in vain.

Shen Jiayan's thoughts moved slightly, and the black thread was deeply embedded in the monk's muscles. The monk's veins violently, his eyes protruding, and he stretched out his hand in the direction of those people: "Save, save me..."