The First Thousand Seven Hundred and Fifty-Three Chapters Beat the Underdog

in a valley.

At this moment, an old demon of the Thunder Tribulation Realm was panting, sweating, and his clothes were tattered. He panicked and avoided the pursuit of the saints and undead. After several days of fleeing, he finally got rid of the other party.

He was about to take a good rest, but suddenly there was a sound of breaking air behind him.

Boom!

When he looked back, a slab of brick fell from the sky, slapped on his head, shattered with a snap, and his entire head suddenly felt dizzy.

"Xia Ping!"

Before the coma, the old demon of the Thunder Tribulation Realm screamed and vomited blood because he recognized that the person who attacked from behind was Xia Ping, the Qiankun faction.

The despicable and shameless killing of this day, taking advantage of his weakest moment, he made a sneak attack and slapped a brick on his head, giving him a fatal blow.

The depression and resentment in his heart were beyond words, and he wished to slash this despicable villain with a thousand swords.

As an old demon who has accumulated years of history, he has committed all kinds of evil, conspiracy and plot, and is proficient in everything. Now he is actually being overshadowed by people, and he is stunned by a brick behind him. This is a humiliation that has never been seen before.

Too bad he didn't get a chance to fight back.

Because at the moment of his coma, the whole body was pierced by Xia Ping with the spear of hell, and the primordial spirit was shattered.

"the second."

Xia Ping was expressionless and killed this Thunder Tribulation Realm expert, and he also scoured the treasure from this person by the way.

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At this time, the situation of the Golden Snake Langjun is not very good.

Because his strength is strong enough, he was also targeted by a saint undead, as if he had a life-and-death feud with him, chasing and killing him all the way, leaving him with no way to go to the sky and no way to go to the ground.

Boom!

It was the undead of the saint holding a long sword, and another sword fell, and a terrifying sword beam erupted, instantly splitting the Golden Snake Langjun into the air, almost not splitting his body in half.

Even this powerful impact made him rub the ground horizontally,

After sliding for dozens of kilometers, a lot of blood flowed out of his body, and he even suffered a lot of injuries to his lungs.

He was extremely desperate, and felt that his lifespan was coming to an end, and he could not escape the pursuit of this saint's undead.

"Brother, come here quickly, there is a safe place to hide here."

At this moment, a burst of voice came over, very urgent.

But the Golden Snake Lord was overjoyed, as if he had heard the voice of an angel, if he had obtained a treasure, there was someone willing to lend a helping hand at such a critical moment. What kind of grace this is.

Where is this person in the magic way, even an angel is nothing more than that.

His consciousness sensed that there was indeed a large space formation nearby, with the power to hide the void, breath, etc., and there was a small space portal in the distance, which could accommodate one person.

"Thank you for this fellow Daoist, thank you very much."

Perceiving that the undead of the saints in the distance seemed to be attacking again, how dare the Golden Snake Lord stay in place, a carp rolled, rolled and crawled, and quickly entered this great formation.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered it, the aura on his body was completely covered up, and the entire formation was hidden in the void.

And the undead of the saint seems to be confused, unable to track the breath of the golden snake, and after wandering for a while, it still left this place and left in the distance.

Immediately, the Golden Snake Langjun could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, and he was finally able to survive.

"This fellow Daoist, thank you for your help just now. If it wasn't for you, I would have been killed by that saint undead long ago."

The Golden Snake Lord turned his head and was grateful to the person who saved him, but after seeing the real appearance of the person on the opposite side, he immediately scolded: "Damn it, bastard, Xia Ping, how could it be you? Turtle grandson?!"

His face was green, and his hair stood up like falling into an ice cave.

How the hell did he get saved? He just got out of the tiger's den and entered the thief's den again.

"Isn't it me? I've been waiting for a long time, Lord Golden Snake, I accept your life."

Xia Ping immediately shot.

"Ah, despicable villain, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost."

The Golden Snake Lord screamed, his bowels turned green with regret, how could he foolishly listen to this bastard's words and be tricked into this great formation? There is no way to escape.

What about the basic trust between people, where did it go, using his eagerness to escape to deceive, is this bastard still a human? ! The devil is not as despicable and shameless as him.

boom

Before he could scream, his body was blown up by Xia Ping.

Originally, the Golden Snake Langjun was at the end of the shot, so Xia Ping, who came prepared, was easily destroyed, and all the treasures on his body belonged to Xia Ping.

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Originally, Xia Ping wanted to beat the Reserving Dogs and kill a few seriously injured Thunder Tribulation Realm experts.

But he found that after killing the Golden Snake Langjun and others, the power of those saints and undead seemed to fade away quickly.

But this is also a matter of course, after all, this is only the undead, the power on the body is not endless, nor is it a perfect creature.

They went wild for three days and three nights, almost exhausting the energy accumulated in their bodies for tens of thousands of years, so after such a long time, they also disappeared quickly and recuperated.

"Great, finally leaving."

"The power of this group of saints and undead is really not endless."

"We still wait until the undead of the saints lose their power."

"It's a pity that those fellow Daoists have not waited for this moment, but were killed by those undead spirits. It's a very unfair death."

"It's all to blame that bitch Xia Ping, if it wasn't for this bastard, why would so many fellow Daoists die?"

"Retaliation, we must retaliate severely."

And the remaining Thunder Tribulation Realm Great Experts were overjoyed, as if they were reborn, and then they remembered Xia Ping, the culprit, and all of them immediately aroused great hatred.

"What do I do now? Do you want to find that Xia Ping?"

"It is estimated that the kid would have escaped by this time."

"We also leave this place, there is no longevity fruit here."

"Yes, those saints and undead don't know when they will regain their strength, and it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time."

Daoist Evil Wood and others talked a lot, showing fear.

Although the undead of the saints have disappeared, who knows when these undead and indestructible monsters will appear, so it is better to leave this dangerous place quickly.

"Pity."

Watching Daoist Evil Wood wait for the devil to leave, Xia Ping was very sorry. He wanted to kill a few more, but it seems that there is no chance now.

You must know that each of these Thunder Tribulation Realm powers are local tyrants, and they are very rich. If they kill one, they can get huge wealth.

The opportunity to easily kill the Thunder Tribulation Realm power like this is not something that can be encountered at any time.

But he couldn't control this kind of thing, so he had to accept it.

"It's time to break through."

Xia Ping felt that his mana and consciousness were at their peak. Before, because they had not yet reached a perfect state, they had been suppressing them, but they were no longer needed. 2k reading network) book lovers, please pay attention!