Super God Plunder

Chapter 647: Too Young [2/2, Seek Subscription]

“Ha ha ha ha……”

Duan Qianming laughed presumptuously.

It seemed to be the feeling of suffocation that had been lurking in the hundred thousand mountains for a long time, and he wanted to let it out together through the loud laughter at this time.

“Boom” with a sound.

Mi Xiong was punched by the phantom again. Fortunately, his body was fat, and the thick fleshy layer seemed to relieve him of a lot of strength.

Finally, listening to the laughter below, feeling very uncomfortable, Mi Xiong directly lowered his head and cursed at Duan Qianming on the boat upstairs:

“You laugh at your mother!”

Duan Qianming’s laughter stagnated, he raised his head, his eyes were filled with appalling coldness, he only listened to him: “Dead pig, you are really looking for death! I wanted to play with you… Since you don’t know. Anyway, then you go to die now!”

As he spoke, Duan Qianming’s face suddenly showed an abnormal scarlet, his voice suddenly became hoarse, and his mouth began to recite a mantra that seemed to come from ancient times.

With the sound of his curse, the shadow of the witch god on Mijiang suddenly changed his whole body, and suddenly appeared violent.

At this moment, looking at everything in front of him, Mi Xiong’s eyes also showed a gloomy look.

Afterwards, Mi Xiong stretched out his hand to touch his chubby belly, with a reluctant and heartache expression on his face: “It’s really annoying… If I use it this time, I don’t know how much younger I can save it! But! …If you are really reluctant, the situation in front of you is not easy to handle. After all, in this situation, there is really no need to directly use the seal of the mountain and the king of Chu…”

“If you have to use Shanhe Yin and the King of Chu’s halberd at this level, let alone Zhongyu… the guy who is close at hand Yingtao, I am afraid that he will be the first to have an idea about me, right? ”

“Oh, then I can only give up these hard-earned things…Farewell, my flesh…”

When Mi Xiong lowered his head, his face was full of pain, but when he raised his head again, his face was suddenly full of determination and solemnity.

Unfortunately, Duan Qianming was busy casting spells, but did not see this scene.

But Zhao Mingyu, who saw Mi Xiong’s expression at the bottom of the water, seemed a little nervous, and said directly to the subordinates of the white lotus sect beside him: “If you want to survive, you can dive some more.”

After saying this, Zhao Mingyu didn’t care if others did it, she just turned around, her bare jade feet moved lightly under the water, stepping on a series of ripples, but she had already taken the lead towards the Mijiang River. Sink below.

At this moment, above the Mijiang River.

Mi Xiong took a deep breath, and as his pupils gradually diminished, they became two vertical pupils. Behind him, there was also a phantom horned dragon, directly following a roar, directly with his The figure overlapped.

It just so happened that Duan Qianming had just finished applying the method. He raised his head, his ugly face was ugly: “Dead pig, give up resistance! This Southern Territory, my Black Witch Church manages it for you! Hahahaha… …”

“My king, didn’t you let you fucking stop laughing?” Mi Xiong’s voice was slightly angry.

Duan Qianming suddenly flashed a fierce stern in his eyes, and shouted: “(Witch language) Come on, the god of witches, you will smooth out all the injustices in the world for the devout believers!”

“Roar!” The witch god phantom suddenly let out a loud roar, and then the red veins on the entire violent body swelled up frantically, and as one of his arms was raised, it was always a strange weapon like a harpoon. It appeared in his hand.

Afterwards, the witch god phantom moved the harpoon-like thing directly towards Mi Xiong.

At this moment, Mi Xiong’s fat body suddenly emitted bursts of pure yellow mysterious light. This light looked very gentle, but when the tip of the harpoon touched this light, it suddenly appeared. Swallowed silently.

In this yellow light, Mi Xiong’s originally looking plump and swollen body was rapidly getting thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the thick fleshy layer on his body seemed to be burning at this moment. stand up!

With the burning of these flesh layers, Mi Xiong’s aura and aura suddenly became terrifying at this moment.

“You…” Duan Qianming’s big eyes, like copper bells, suddenly opened wider, with a deep surprise in his voice, “The fat on your body…could it be…this… How can this be?”

Hearing Duan Qianming’s voice, Mi Xiong suddenly opened his eyes.

At this time, the chubby Royal Highness Chu was no longer seen. Instead, he was a beautiful man with a fascinating figure and a jade-like appearance. He was standing in the sky wearing a yellow horned dragon robe, with an extraordinary temperament.

“Aren’t you smiling?” Mi Xiong said faintly, with sharp eyes in his eyes, “You evil nephew, you actually let me waste hundreds of years of hard work. You know that my hard work has accumulated these magic power. How much effort did it take? Do you know how careful I usually protect my flesh?”

“Roar!” At this moment, the witch god phantom was roaring again, and hit Mi Xiong with a punch.

The phantom of the shaman god who was not violent before can beat Mixiong into the air with one punch, not to mention the extremely violent shaman phantom at this moment…

However, this is not the case!

When the fist of the witch god phantom was less than an inch away from Mi Xiong, Mi Xiong raised his hand very indifferently, and blasted out with a direct punch.

That’s a punch that looks unremarkable.

Huhuhu!

Suddenly, the sky was like a ninth-level hurricane.

“Ah…” The Witch God Xuying let out a painful wailing sound, and then his whole body began to twist.

But Mi Xiong’s punch still didn’t stop, still moving forward!

Mi Xiong’s fist stretched forward, wherever he went, the shaman god phantom was broken.

Duan Qianming’s complexion changed drastically at this moment, but he knew that with the resilience of the witch god phantom body, even the low Realm King Realm bombarded with the low-grade Dao Item might not be able to leave a mark! But Mi Xiong is just a punch now?

In just a breath of time, Mi Xiong was already the one that grabbed the core position of the witch god phantom’s body.

“Not good!” Duan Qianming exclaimed. At this moment, he knew immediately that the defeat was set, so he didn’t care about the extra, and directly took out an inch-long little Gu worm from his arms, planning to escape. .

But at this moment, Duan Qian’s expression was suddenly stagnant, he smelled a fragrant scent, like a secluded lotus beside him.

“Where is His Royal Highness the Black Witch King going!”

When this soft voice sounded, Duan Qianming suddenly turned his head, he saw the white lotus mask and a white arm, and the slender five fingers had already penetrated Own’s back.

“You!” Duan Qianming’s face was full of surprise.

Zhao Mingyu smiled and said authentically: “In fact, when my concubine came to the Southern Territory this time, he was not only interested in the items given by His Royal Highness the Black Witch King. In fact, I am more interested in that thing on your body!”

Duan Qianming’s expression suddenly changed, and then his bell-like eyes were full of surprise: “You’re not Wu Yanxuan!?”

“Her elder is my master!” Zhao Mingyu chuckled lightly, “However, you should be able to go to my master and her elder now!”

With that, Zhao Mingyu squeezed forcefully, trying to squeeze Duan Qianming’s heart directly.

But just under this pinch, Zhao Mingyu found that she had pinched to an empty space, and then she immediately realized that it was wrong, and she wanted to step back and avoid it.

“Hahahahaha… you Nizi, after all, you are still too young!” Duan Qianming suddenly laughed, then he suddenly opened his mouth to reveal a mouthful of yellow teeth, and there were tiny insects on the yellow teeth. Shoot out suddenly!

Zhao Mingyu screamed in his mouth and could only retreat abruptly.

But Duan Qianming immediately took the opportunity to crush the Gu worm in his hand.

There was a “bang”, followed by a puff of smoke.

Duan Qianming’s figure suddenly disappeared.

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On the banks of the Mijiang River, Su Qi, who was slaughtering the Black Witch Cultists, was slightly stagnant at the same time, and he glanced thoughtfully in a certain direction to the side.

Then, no longer nostalgic for slaughtering weak chickens to trigger plunder, Su Qi’s figure suddenly disappeared in place.