The Divine Martial Stars

The owner of the spider temple looked at Guo Yuqing.

To be honest, he was shocked by the ease with which Guo Yuqing raised his hand to resolve the devil's poison in the body of the Valkyrie.

The terrible degree of the magic spider family is very clear in his heart.

Even if it is semi-sacred, once it is poisoned by the devil, it will take a day or two to completely eliminate it, and the middle-aged man with a long-haired national face will actually be in the blink of an eye. The devil's poison in the body is extracted, it is more complicated to heal for others than to smear it, but this man is so easy to do it... Is he a saint?

There is only one person in the saint on the prairie.

That is the Lord of the Temple of the Wolf.

But this person is clearly not.

"Who is the lord?" The owner of the Spider Temple looked at Guo Yuqing, his whole body was alert, and he was quietly drawn to the hidden magical atmosphere of the body.

Guo Yuqing gently patted the shoulder of the Valkyrie and asked her to get up. He said, "Where are your fathers... where are you buried?"

When asked, when he was gone, he was still awkward.

Since the oath has already been broken, it has already come back. Some things are always going to be done. In some places, it is always going to take a look.

The female Valkyrie slowly stood up, stopped her tears, said an address, and suddenly remembered something, said: "Uncle, fast save the moon tribe Tiemuzhen, he is afraid..." She still held Last hope.

"I will go see it." Li Mudao.

He is really understanding of Ironwood.

Guo Yuqing nodded.

Li Mu cast a knife, and the knife under his feet circulated, instantly breaking open the void and disappearing in place.

The Lord of the Spider Temple did not stop.

Because he found that he had been locked by a horrible air machine like a snow-capped mountain, he had a feeling that as long as he had any change, the air would be crushed and crushed, crushing him... A terrible feeling.

This breath comes from the strange middle-aged man who is the face of the country.

He is very clear about this.

Now, the Lord of the Spider Temple can be sure that this sudden emergence of the Chinese character face middle-aged is a saint.

The saints of the world, there are so many on the bright side, but there are certainly some in the dark, some scattered saints, not on the weekdays, like the wild cranes, but this does not mean that they do not exist, so suddenly It is not unacceptable to come up with a strange saint.

The center of the spider temple is taboo, but it is not afraid.

Because he is now soaring in strength, he will be able to step into the holy world with a heel, and there will be cards and means. It is the Lord of the Wolf Temple who can evade several times. He is a terrible saint. How can you compare with the Lord of the Wolf Temple, one of the nine poles in the world?

Even if he is not, he also believes in escape.

What's more, his heart is eager to try.

He is far from the breakthrough, and the last step is worse. If he can fight the unknown saint in front of him, stepping on the blood of the saint, isn’t it beautiful?

"I advise you not to take care of your own business." The main opening of the Spider Temple, with threats and provocations, said: "This is the internal affairs of my grassland tribe."

Guo Yuqing looked at him and said: "Do you want my heart and the yellow **** bow?"

"Ha ha ha, yes, although my heart and the yellow sun bow are nothing but the van Gogh, but after all, it is a **** worshipped by the herdsmen on the grassland. It is also one of the exercises and the gods of the wolf temple. Today, Tiandaoyi The potential, my spider temple rises, take the wolf temple instead, this old thing, when collected by the seat, seal, the town." The main body of the spider temple is short, about less than one meter six, the sound in the band The ridicule of life is cold.

This kind of posture makes the shooting moon tribe warriors who believe in the Temple of the Wolf glare.

"Whatever is it?"

Guo Yuqing’s palm stretched out and the Huang Rishen bow on the ground fell into his hands.

The palm of his hand gently stroked the bow that was once very familiar. His face passed a trace of cherished color. Everything in the past passed. Now it is a human being, the master of this bow, Abandoned, passed down, in order to fall on the prairie, otherwise, it is still a sacred object of the Temple of the Wolf, and it is the descendants of the spider temple.

"Don't you want the heart of my heart?" Open your eyes and see clearly."

Guo Yuqing slowly opened the bow.

The bowstring is like a golden stream of light, flowing between his palms and fingers, the yellow bow above, the strange inscriptions flow, for a moment, the heaven and earth vitality within a few hundred miles is like a whirlpool toward the yellow sun bow Put together, a large arrow of gold scorpion, condensed on the bowstring, like the essence, there is a soft golden light on the arrowhead...

He let go.

The golden arrow suddenly disappeared.

The Lord of the Spider Temple suddenly felt a bad feeling, and a huge sense of heart came. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something. Suddenly he felt that it was wrong. He looked down and saw that the soul was flying outside.

I didn’t know when, his body below the skull had disappeared long ago, just like a snow melted into the warm water and disappeared silently, but he was half-sacred. I didn’t feel it at all.

"You..." The Lord of the Spider Temple felt a huge fear coming.

The female Valkyrie looks calm with a hint of excitement.

She knows that this is the normal performance of her uncle.

Because, this man's figure, after all, has made the entire grassland's life at his feet.

On the other hand, the shooting moon tribe warriors, when they saw this scene, screamed in madness.

This is a scene that shocked their hearts. The lord of the spider temple, which is devastating to the prairie, was shot between a move.

This is a miracle.

They looked at Guo Yuqing with a respectful and adoring look.

The warriors of the prairie, the most respected is the strong.

Guo Yuqing said faintly: "Do you see it clearly?"

The head of the spider temple was suspended in the air, and his face roared: "You actually sneaked..."

His mouth madly spit out a glimpse of the gossamer, and the green spider silk entangled in the void, as if it was a compilation, re-weaving a new body, a drop of blood into the spider's body, the spider temple The body of the Lord recovered: "I am the body of immortality."

The cheers of the shooting tribe warriors stopped short.

This is not dead?

Is this devil really fighting?

Their hearts sank.

The Lord of the Spider Temple smiled smugly and said: "I am blessed by the gods, and I have to give God's blood. It is the body of immortality. It is not dead... Ah..."

The voice has not fallen.

Another golden light shot.

The body that had just condensed from the Lord of the Spider Temple was once again shot by an arrow.

"Is the body of immortal?" Guo Yuqing shook his head: "It is the spider **** in your mouth, nor is it not dead, can you shelter you with a drop of blood?" The arrow is flowing, he is another arrow, the head of the Lord of the Spider Temple They also all burst into the air. The so-called undead body, under such archery, turned into a gray smoke.

A force that destroys annihilation and destroys it completely.

In the void, a drop of greenish blood emerges.

Magic spider **** blood.

The soul of the Lord of the Spider Temple, illusioned from the blood, is angry, and horrified, screaming in a sly manner: "You...who are you? This is the skill of my heart arrow, how are you?" Will [my heart arrow]... Are you?"

He suddenly remembered a name that had disappeared on the prairie for many years. He suddenly screamed in horror and said, "Oh, ah, I know, you... you are a prairie sage... you are The master of the wolf temple of a generation..."

He woke up, but he was too late to wake up.

If you know this sacred word, I am afraid that, at the moment when the opponent holds the yellow sun bow, he turns and flees.

At this time, Guo Yuqing once again opened the yellow sun bow.

"No, spare me..." The Lord of the Spider Temple asked for mercy.

He felt that the terrible power contained in this arrow was enough to destroy the body of his soul and instantly.

For more than a year, he has not known how many people have died. Now, death has to really come to him. He really realized that this taste is terrible, fear. If the tide drowns him.

"I am not willing, the Lord of the contemporary wolf temple, can not kill me, why you ..." He screamed unwillingly.

Guo Yuqing said: "That is because he is just too lonely, want cats and mice."

Finished, the third arrow shot.

The power of annihilation of gold light, silently flowing, hiding in the body of the soul of the Lord of the Spider Temple in the blood of the demon spider, was shredded, such as the petals falling from the branches.

"Ah, the spider **** saved me... No, I don't want to die..." The Lord of the Spider Temple made a scream.

In the end, he is not willing to die: "The Lord of the Wolf Temple, will accompany me, ah haha."

He sent out the last curse of life.

Guo Yuqing shook his head.

The Spider Temple used to be nothing more than a demon little totem belief genre. On the prairie, there is no tabletop. The owner of this spider temple, occasionally got the infusion of the demon god, jumped out and smashed, a jump clown, this kind of goods, How could it be the opponent of Jiang Qiubai, the owner of the contemporary wolf temple, if Jiang Qiubai really wants to kill this person, I am afraid that it is also a matter of thought, inherited the wolf temple.

But Jiang Qiubai seems to be not very enthusiastic about the things on the grassland.

Otherwise, how can we tolerate this kind of goods, and make waves on the prairie.

Guo Yuqing handed the Huang Rishen bow to the Valkyrie.

On one side is the shooting moon tribe warrior in shock, petrification and fanaticism.

They were shocked by what the Lord of the Spider Temple had just said.

The man with the face of the country in front of him, he turned out to be... the past grassland great philanthropy?

The martial arts legend of the gods of the grasslands and the tribes?

It used to be the one who made countless prairie men want to die for it.

However, is it not that he is dead?

In the distance, Guanghua flickered, and Li Mu returned with the dead body of Tiemu.

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Today, on the public micro-signal, I shared some insights about the trip to Japan, as well as some photos. Please pay attention and take a look.