Bug Master In Doomsday

"I really can't live!" The middle-aged supernatural person looked at the seven or eight practitioners who were killed and injured in the air, and took a sip on the ground with disdain.

The soil thorns emitted by dozens of thorn scrolls gradually came to an end, but the abilities who had already formed a warlike formation took advantage of the last gap in the soil thorn attack, and slammed their hands to the ground, and the surging soil system inside the body Energy is like tap water without money, suddenly poured into the earth.

"Boom!" "Boom!" The ruins of this small gathering place were smashed by things that emerged from the ground in an instant. Crushed stones of various sizes were scattered everywhere, and the broken walls were breathing. Destroyed by annihilation.

The four big Buddhas made of mud and underground rock surrounded the seven or eight cultivators who were lucky enough to survive under the thorns of the soil!

Each of the towering giant Buddhas is lifelike, with kind eyebrows and good eyes. The top of the Buddha is at least a hundred meters above the ground. With their hands folded together, an earthy gray power permeates the area surrounded by them. Gradually, this power gathers. Dust and smoke visible to the naked eye...

"Damn! Why don't you **** ants die honestly!!! Why?! Why have to fight me!"

The almost insane leader cultivator waved his arms in anger, and the prisms on the center of his eyebrows were half-protruding due to the intense ups and downs of mood. He clenched his teeth, his gums were almost bleeding.

His slender hands clasped his five fingers together quickly and pinched the magic formula. A figure of more than 20 meters in size, with bulging muscles, a hideous monster with a hideous face suddenly descended from the projection of his prisms.

He swallowed a **** saliva, gave a sneer, looked at the giant buddha made of mud around him, and couldn't help laughing wildly, "Kill! Demon! Kill them all for me! Break all the mud for me." !"

"And you!" The lead cultivator suddenly turned to his companion with dark blood-red eyes. He grinned with scarlet teeth, and commanded like a devil: "Arouse all your heart and blood, and pour it into me. Hurry up! Otherwise, we will all die here today!"

The only remaining seven or eight cultivators had their heads disheveled, their robes were damaged, and most of them were pale as white paper. They looked at each other, and there was some reluctance in their eyes.

When they just resisted the tens of thousands of soil thorns with the aura shield, they almost consumed the essence and blood.....If they are forced to activate again now, the load damage to the heart will be irreversible, serious and direct. Disability, sudden death!

The leading cultivator looked at them, his crazy face turned hideous and distorted again, and he angrily rebuked: "Short-sighted! Stupid! I have lost my heart, and I have no intention of leaving alive!

When the time comes, I will crush these wicked abilities one by one to death! I don't care if you want to escape or fight, but you have to give me your heart and blood! "

The leading cultivator had a desperate and hideous appearance, and the seven or eight cultivators present did not dare to say anything when they saw this. They covered their hearts one by one, and their faces were ugly, forcing drops of red and purple blood.

The leading cultivator waved out of thin air, grabbed their blood-strength abilities in his hands, laughed wildly, and wiped all the blood in his hands on the prismatic crystals that had cracked a few cracks in the center of his eyebrows!