Bug Master In Doomsday

It stands to reason that with Cang Qing's strength, he would never lose so quickly. His pinching speed is amazing. He summons the most lethal of the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and can be called the invincible Yin God. This kind of complicated summoning method. In his hands, it only takes two or three seconds.

This is for anyone, including Penglai, their pinching speed can never be faster than Cang Qing!

But this is such a magic formula that can be reversed in desperate situation, and it was interrupted at the last moment! Including Cang Qing himself did not expect that the black pill thrown by Old Jiang could control his body! !

"Wow!" The same incredible scene happened. Liu Xiao, whose heart was shattered by his palm, bleeds from the corner of his mouth. He is smiling and lying on the ground looking up at him, his hand is firmly gripped. Holding his ankle.

‘Kara~Kara! 'The clay that was flowing like a liquid peeled off Liu Xiao’s arms and quickly flowed to Liu Xiao’s ankles. Large strands of black clay exuded a faint odor, and the body covered by it seemed to be divided. Completely lost consciousness.

Cang Qing felt a little horrible for the first time. He looked suspiciously at the dozens of heads of various factions around him who wanted to put him to death. Seeing the infiltrating grinning on their faces, he suddenly roared: "You guys! You guys... who the **** are you!"

"Tsk tusk, I finally realized it later. It's a pity, you understand it too late. Even if you have great abilities now, it's useless to be able to use your thoughts to transmit sound from thousands of miles."

The old Dao in a half-old Dao robe showed a cruel smile, and slowly raised the blood-red long knife with both hands.

"Puff!" The turbulent blood flow rushed into the sky, and the headless corpse, mostly covered in clay, still stood stiffly in the distance.

"Blood Seven, you can use this Cangqing identity." Liu Xiao clapped his hands, stood up from the ground, and beckoned to the handsome young cultivator earlier.

The old Dao nodded in agreement. He smiled and wiped the blood knife in his hand with the Dao robe on Cang Qing's corpse, and said, "Indeed, among so many people here, only Old Seven is your strength and identity. The most suitable.

The identities of the rest of us are more important. If your current identity is concealed by the boss, it will pass. "

The tall, handsome young man walked into the middle of the meeting hall, looked at Cang Qing’s corpse, then turned to look at his colleagues around him, and said with a amused smile: "Speaking of which, I don’t want to. After all, your current This pair of skins is much worse than mine."

"Hahahaha, Lao Qi is right!" Meishan, with white hair and beard, laughed wildly, which was far from the yin and yang's stingy appearance before.

In other words, as the seventh blood-clothed organization of the blood-clothed organization, he decisively placed his hand on Cang Qing’s corpse. In just a few moments, he sucked the stiff headless corpse into a human body. , His slightly closed eyes opened abruptly, and two dazzling lights flashed suddenly.

Most importantly, the head full of memory information was also handed over to him. This time it took a long time. It took a full minute or two before he slowly opened his eyes.

His body and appearance changed drastically in an instant, from a handsome and handsome young man directly to a gentle and modest middle-aged head.

"Everyone, fortunately not insulting your life, the memory has absorbed 90% of it!"