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Chapter 1311 Who Still Wants to Die(2/2)

Suddenly, an angry roar came, "Wang Lin, kill me, the monk in the Black Demon Palace, you are so brave!"

call out--

A terrifying rainbow roared, and the terrifying aura was shaking. Before it arrived, everyone in Kuiuniu Mountain breathed stagnant.

Wang Lin suddenly looked up, Leng Wangu, the young and powerful man in the Black Demon Palace!

Did Senior Brother Yumo fail?

He suddenly felt a sudden stutter. Before he could think too much, Wang Lin raised his hand and punched him at the top of his head.

The next moment, a figure appeared above, his cold face was full of lust. He raised his hand and pressed down.

With a loud bang, Wang Lin's body sank suddenly, blood squirted from his mouth and nose, and the blood color in his eyes and hair began to fade away rapidly.

The remaining medicinal power of the Blood Demon Madness Pill was shaken away in advance by this punch.

"die!"

Leng Wangu snorted coldly and fell another palm.

Wang Lin smiled bitterly. He was lucky enough to trigger the chance of survival of the Blood Demon Madness Pill, but he still couldn't escape death.

Senior Brother Yumo has failed... Kuiniu Mountain, maybe it is really hard to escape the disaster!

boom--

In a terrifying collision, the void suddenly twisted, and the terrifying force that shocked opened drove Wang Lin directly out. But at this moment, he didn't care about the pain all over his body, looked up at the figure who blocked the palm for him, and his eyes showed ecstasy, "Senior Brother Yu Mo!"

Swish-

The Demon Lord Tianluo rushed over with a ferocious face, "Yu Mo, you are finally here, die!"

Mo Yu stepped under his feet, and two figures collided in a flash.

But the result was like a basin of cold water, which made the young and powerful men with excitement shudder and their faces were full of disbelief.

The Tianluo Demon Lord was full of fear and unwillingness. He looked down at his arms passing through his chest, "No... it's impossible... how can I... die..."

Mo Yu slowly stopped his hand, and blood kept falling down his black robe, "You are dead."

The Demon Lord Tianluo fell on his back, and a blood light that was so strong that it was almost substance flew out and merged into Mo Yu's body.

call--

A strong wind blew up, the black robe rolled, and Mo's voice rose like Shura's coming to the world, and his tyrannical murderous intent raged into the void.
Chapter completed!
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