"who is it?"
"Who spoiled the husband's sacrifice!"
Shouting in sorrow in my heart, in the eyes (shooting sh), two cold lights went straight into the sky!
I saw nine rows of black shadows dive in the sky.
At the same time a lot of heavy rain fell.
The undead Fasheng and all the skeletons on this hill are bathed in heavy rain.
The red light in the skull's eyes was drenched by the heavy rain.
After the nine waves of rainstorm, the red light has the size of millet grains, which almost goes out.
"Damn! Damn! Where is this heavy rain, clearly urine!"
"Still the most nasty ... Dragon urine!"
The undead Fasheng has tasted the torrential rain and is almost going to explode.
However, he was cunning and did not fly into the air to investigate the situation.
Now that there are dragons, there must be someone.
The people who can think of this method to destroy his promotion are not ordinary people.
Even if you don't know him fully, you can know about one or two.
That's right! The torrential rain was exactly ninety-nine dragons spilling dragon urine.
This is also the best method that Zhang Xing came up with.
The flood of rocky mountains also brings a touch of moisture to the dry desert.
It's just that it smells awful.
After the two dives, Zhang Xing stopped the dragons.
The ritual has been destroyed, and it is not easy for the undead to re-start.
"Haha, how does it taste?"
Zhang Xing showed (body sh n) shadow, laughing at the air.
"Who are you? Why spoil my ritual?"
Undead Fasheng found the dragons, but only Zhang Xing was alone.
I was a little puzzled and a little hesitant.
These dragons are not ordinary pseudo dragons. They are all ancient dragons, and they are all tenth-order.
This is more terrifying.
As far as he knows, no force in the central mainland can have so many ancient dragons.
He was vigilant and ready to leave.
If it is one or two ancient dragons, he still has the confidence to fight.
But the front of this battle is to die.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that you can't upgrade!"
Zhang Xing uttered the secret of the undead sage.
Slightly!
The Sacred Heart of the Undead trembled, his face (color) transient: "How do you know this, who are you?"
While talking, the Undead Dharma is highly nervous. Have some advanced powers already known his existence?
Do not! Impossible, if they knew, they would certainly not let tens of billions of warriors die.
"My name is Zhang Xing, and I once played against your dark people."
Zhang Xing said lightly.
"Oh?"
The undead Fa Sheng looked at Zhang Xing strangely.
In the land of the Holy Dragon, the undead mage will not easily shoot.
As long as you take a shot, you will win.
They never faced senior warriors older than themselves.
The target is also lower than his general martial arts.
Except when he has to take a shot, such as when he wants to be promoted to the Dark Dharma.
Otherwise, it will not be shot against Samsung Warlord.
But when it seemed to succeed, halfway (shasha) a young man and a group of dragons.
The young man's cultivation also surprised him. At this age, he has cultivated a one-star saint.
And also know a lot of things about the dark people (qing).
It seems that the warriors on the Continent of Dragons are not as ignorant as they think.
It doesn't matter if you fail today, come to (Fri), there is still a chance.
Undead Fasheng plans to run away.
But he also wanted to try something useful.
"Zhang Xing, which sect of Central China do you have?"
"Tianlongmen!"
Zhang Xing (dry gan) brittle.
"Tianlongmen? Haven't heard of it, is it from the hermit family?"
Undead Fasheng asked again.
"Greater than Qiang family!"
Zhang Xing calmly said.
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