"poof"
The gun body is shot into the water giant, and the virtual shadow of the silver-horn gun is formed. The innate gun gas is instantly scattered and scattered around the water giant’s body
Head, chest, fingers, palms, arms, belly, thighs, legs and feet …
There are countless congenital gas bubbles in every part. It seems that the whole water giant is not made up of water but of weak bubbles.
"Goo goo goo goo goo goo goo goo goo …"
"Bang!"
In the sky, the giant of water suddenly burst, and the massive river instantly poured down, as if the Tianhe River were broken.
The top of Qingcang Mountain was covered by a big flood, and several monks of Cang Li Ling struggled in the water.
The flood flowed out of the Seven-Wonder Seal Spirit Array and fled along the Qingcang Mountain. Nine family monks were also flooded.
Chapter one hundred and sixty-one In the future, the Qian people will be wiped out today!
Money is heavy and heavy, and the water giant suddenly burst, and the wave bounced for more than ten feet before it was able to stabilize itself.
Although the water giant, like him, has been suppressed by the four-line seal spirit array, it can exert many strengths, but it is not a fake monk Dan who can solve it with one blow.
However, Ling Jiexin managed to destroy Qian Chongyi with one shot, and this magic was displayed. At this point, he still couldn’t believe that this was a fake monk Dan’s strength.
"He’s just a fake Danxiu. Will he be so strong?"
Qian’s crazy growling face is very indifferent, as if Ling Jiexin’s just shot had no effect on him.
He bit his teeth and squeezed out two sentences: "Cang Li Ling’s family is indeed a talented person, and I have seen it today."
Ling Jiexin’s right hand turned a silver horn into a silver light and flew back to his hand.
He held the silver horn gun, shook it and pointed it at the distant money.
"Money means that if Ling Jiexin is still alive, he will never let Fufeng Qian’s plan succeed."
Smell money heavy meaning face upwards laugh "ha ha ha ha"
Laughing, he looked at Ling Jiexin with a serious face and said, "The old man admitted that Ling’s family really won today’s war, but it was not so good luck to wait for you once."
Seeing his sleeves flung, he immediately turned a blue light into an array channel, and flashes came at him from all directions, but he couldn’t be hurt.
After a while, the money was heavy and I escaped from the Seven-line Fenling Array.
Seeing that this monk Cang Li Ling is still alive, he couldn’t help cheering excitedly. They were glad that they had repelled the invaders and that they had survived the genocide.
Ling Jiexin, a senior high school student, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Soon, a weak attack hit him all over and he fell towards the earth.
"Nine uncles"
Ling Yuan was in a big hurry and immediately caught the falling Ling Jiexin before the royal sword.
The scene of jubilation at the top of Qingcang Mountain was instantly quiet. Everyone’s face was tense and his eyes were full of worries, staring at Ling Jiexin who was helped by Ling Yuansheng.
Ling Jiexin has just smashed the water giant with a shot, forcing back the real person then, and saving the life of hundreds of monks from Cang Li Ling.
Unconsciously, he has surpassed Ling Yuansheng to take over Ling Chuyun’s position and become the spiritual pillar of all the people.
At this time, if anything happens to him, the confidence of all the Cang Li Ling clan people who have just established will inevitably blink.
In that case, Cang Li Ling’s family will experience another bloody battle, which a monk named Cang Li Ling’s Tsukiji doesn’t even want to see.
Ling Yuansheng was a little nervous and asked, "Uncle Jiu, are you okay?"
Ling Jiexin stretched out his right hand and posed, "I’m all right. I’m too tired. Just help me to cultivate for a few days."
Ling Yuansheng laughed at all the people and said, "The three elders are too tired to cultivate for a few days. All the people need to worry."
Smell speech hundreds of surging ideas LingShi friar instantaneous and exultation.
In a short time, all the elders of the Ling family gathered together to meditate cross-legged and cultivate.
Looking at the flood washed by the blood rain and the flood of the younger generation, the family at the top of Qingcang Mountain is helping themselves and each other.
Ling Yuanqing sighed and her eyes were full of loneliness.