"Silver subbody, inferior demon weapon, pirated promoter, do you want me to believe that all of this was developed by Yan Jiatel himself?"

Heavy steps slowly paced, Turing surrounded Yangath lying down.

"And just because of you, a small leader of a smuggling organization, can you think of a plan of religious rule? Can you develop this so-called root sect to this point in just one month? Or... all of this is actually a person standing behind you, induced you with the so-called freedom and righteousness, and led you on a road that you think is bright, but in fact..."

"Are you just a pawn that is being used?"

Yan Jiat's eyes suddenly shrank.

Guman...No...This is impossible...

"So, you're such a trash...Notes."

The black beast shadow roared, wrapping Yan Jiat's entire person layer by layer, tied it to death, and swallowing it into his stomach.

Kahn, who was on one side, let out a long breath, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and squatted on the ground with a little tiredness:

"It's finally over...half."

"There is also that guy named Guman who needs cooking."

Ten thousand ghosts were tangled with each other and turned around, the rotating sensory eyepiece array ring looked at Mengtuocheng from afar.

At this moment, most of the demon weapons on the entire battlefield have disappeared, and even all the demon gods promoted have disappeared.

Before dealing with Sygate, Turing had issued new orders to them through the amplitude propagation body-

Invade Mengtuo City and find the man named Guman.

"So...so...you are the real faces?"

Puff... Puff...

The sound of the sand being trampled came, Turing, Kahn and others turned their heads to look, and a limping figure slowly walked from not far from the high ground, and the armor on their bodies burst into pieces, flashing with blue electric arcs.

Turing's eyes moved:

Wu Zifei.

The woman with hatred walked to a few people and stopped not far away. She felt that the two foxes looked familiar, but what she paid more attention to was Kahn and Qianmian.

This made her fingers that pinched the high-frequency knife tremble faintly.

"You... lied to me and used me..."

Kahn stood up and smiled slightly:

"After all, things like the enemy must be used until they die."

"And you..."

Wu Zifei raised the high-frequency knife and pointed it straight at Turing:

"You killed my brother... and killed so many innocent civilians at the central exhibition, destroyed the entire Rock Top Fortress, intensified the conflicts in the northwest and south areas, and killed... and killed an ordinary person who had nothing to do with this!"

bass.

The blade rose horizontally, and a large amount of cold nitrogen blew out from Wu Zifei's body.

"Qianmian, I must cut you... into pieces!!!"

The air conditioner gushed, like an ice hammer rising from the sky, rushing straight to the ghosts. The latter was unmoved and was about to let the two foxes stop each other, but their eyes trembled suddenly-

A ball of silver suddenly appeared from the side, turning into a surging silver wave, and suddenly rushed into the body of Shagala who had just flew—

It is the suppressor behind the previous tangled ghosts!
Chapter completed!