477 Chapter 1.477 Nothing

He was punched back by Mo Lian Xuying before, and he flew out in an instant, even his heart was damaged.

But at this moment, he was very lucky, if it wasn't because he was a step too late, he might end up like those two weaker fifteenth-level great mystics, and died at the same time under the indiscriminate group attack of Tianji Hundred Treasure Map.

Now!

Hong Jinchuan smiled viciously, and looked contemptuously at Qiao Shu, who was lying on the ground, unable to move a single inch.

"Damn girl, I'll give you one last chance." Hong Jinchuan forced words through his teeth, "Tell me the whereabouts of the holy water, and spare your life."

"Hong Jinchuan, you take the holy water. But the Tianji Hundred Treasure Map is mine!" Suddenly, one of the three great mystics rushed towards the Tianji Hundred Treasure Map and grabbed the piece of paper with one hand. .

"Fart!" Hong Jinchuan swung his palm vigorously, "I am the chief steward in charge of all matters in the Starfield of the Lower Realm, how can you compete with me?"

The middle-aged man who was vying for the Tianji Hundred Treasure Map retracted his hand resentfully, and glared at Hong Jinchuan angrily, "Everyone is equal before the treasure, so let's see, but among us, who can be the first to make a contract?" Whoever owns it, it belongs to them. The rest don’t say much.”

Qiao Mu was lying in the icy snow, her plain dress was completely stained with blood.

On this, there is the blood of the same clan, her own blood, and more, it is the blood of the enemy...

She only felt that her whole body was exhausted, her eyes were slightly squinted, and she stared at the blackness of the sky as if no one else was there. Several people were arguing in their ears, but she actually didn't listen to a word.

"Stinky girl, don't pretend to be dead!" Hong Jinchuan punched her with profound strength in anger.

As soon as she was about to fall on Qiao Mu's body, something rushed towards her from a slanting stab and landed on her body. The whole body was smashed into seven or eight pieces by this punch.

Qiao Mu hugged that round and slippery head in a daze, and groped with his little hands on the snow beside him, trying to pick up the scattered hands and feet around him.

Her big boobs are completely cracked.

That bastard who was silly and noisy all day and would crawl over to her every now and then and say, "Little master, you are so beautiful today" no longer exists.

That weak chicken has been besieged until now, and I don't know if it died too.

They stayed up all night, and there is no sound until now, and they are probably dead...

Well, everyone is dead.

The talismans on his body were also exhausted, his profound strength was running low, and his profound knowledge was on the verge of being overdrawn.

she has...

Nothing left!

On the entire Xuefeng, it seemed that she was the only one left.

It was so quiet that the chest felt tight, the eye sockets were sore, and no more tears could flow.

Maybe soon, she will die too...

But, is she willing to die like this?

She is not reconciled! Not reconciled! Not reconciled!

The entire abyss of knowledge seemed to be torn apart, she only felt this terrible pain, so painful that she wanted to roll back and forth on the ground, in order to dissipate this mental pain.

She hates, she hates these hateful, greedy villains, she hates even more, hates herself, hates her own incompetence...

"Chirp!" The little white squirrel kept arching around her neck, its black eyes were full of pitiful tears.

pain……

Zhiyuan was like being hacked with a machete, the pain made her tremble all over.

suddenly—