There was an uproar in the crowd.
Not far away, many monks are preparing to join the fray. Seeing this scene, they all stopped and looked shocked and dumbfounded.
Too fierce!
In an instant, nine monks died in the hands of this blue monk!
What is terrible is the resistance of these nine people in front of this blue monk!
"Who is this person and what is his origin?"
"I don’t know that the ancient battlefield is terrible. It really is the arrogance of the gods!"
"Yes, not to mention the true brothers of the super clans. I heard that another Uber in the northern domain has risen to be rare in the ages."
"I also know that this person is said to have killed tens of thousands of monks in the glass palace gathering point after he entered this place with hatred!"
"Ah, so hard!"
There is a lot of discussion.
battlefield
Remaining refined resin teaches monks to change color with horror and quickly pull back to control the nearby battle resin to turn around.
The whole thing of teaching monks to refine corpses almost always fights corpses.
Losing the shelter of war corpses, their bodies are weak, and their own strength is similar to that of ordinary practitioners.
The first monk who taught resin refining looked cold and cold. "You are really dead! We teach our brothers to refine corpses all the year round, and their bodies are contaminated with ptomaine. You smash their bodies and you yourself are born to die! "
"Not bad!"
Another monk who taught resin refining sneered, "Beast, have you ever felt that your qi and blood have declined? Hey! "
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Su Mo laughed at the sky, and the pitch was bright, and the qi and blood rose up, and there were waves of surging tides!
There are no signs of poisoning in this state!
His veins are like a melting pot full of flames.
Burn everything, evaporate everything, purify everything!
Don’t say that ptomaine, even if it is highly toxic in the poison door, may not pose any threat to him!
"You …"
These monks turned even paler.
A tall and burly figure rushed to the front wheel and punched his fists like a pair of huge hammers rushing into the crowd.
How can a monk who teaches resin refining resist the monkey iron fist?
A series of figures were smashed.
When they fall, it is already a lifeless body.