All popular bearded stared, and several Rakshas were seriously injured. Liu Wuxie said, and their wounds collapsed, and blood sprayed.

"I won't continue to cooperate with you, unless you hand over the four -color god beads."

Luo Liang first stood up and would no longer cooperate with Liu Wuxie.

"No cooperation!"

Lu Cang also stood up to stop the cooperation between them.

Without their cooperation, Liu Wuxi could not get the four -color god bead so smoothly.

"Elder Kou, are you sure to terminate the cooperation?"

Liu Wuxie looked at Kou Biao with a smile.

He is a fairy -respected seven. Whether it is cultivation or mind, it is far higher than that of Xianjun and the Rakshas.

From beginning to end, Kou Biao was calm.

"The Ming people have lost three four -color god beads, and all the bone magic is rushing towards the last Ming Palace. Even if we continue to cooperate, the probability of getting the four -color god beads is less than 10 %."

Kou Biao sighed.

I have three four -color god beads, what's the use.

Can't get the last one, even if one person has three four -color god beads at the same time, it doesn't make any sense.

The Rakshasa and Lucang fell into silence.

Kou Biao said right, they are fighting for the four -color god beads, it doesn't make any sense.

Continuing the internal rumors will only increase each other's contradictions.

"Fight up, and there is still a probability of 10 %. If we are waiting to die, we can only be trapped here forever."

Liu Wuxie certainly knew that if he wanted to get the last four -color god bead, he would pay a very heavy price.

He didn't even dare to be sure. Can this battle retreat?

The emotions of everyone gradually stabilized.

I was angry and angry. This time, there was no plan for Liu Wuxie, and they could not get the third god bead so smoothly.

"The strong attack must not work, we can't even get in the gate of the Ming Palace."

Kou Biao sat down, showing a helplessness on his face.

"Who said we want to attack."

Liu Wuxi didn't know the so -called.

Strong attack is a fool's approach.

Unless they are alive and crooked, they will choose to touch hard with the Ming people.

"In addition to strong attacks, do we have other methods?"

Sitting around Lu Cang's saint, he said.

He hated Liu Wuxie, but had to admire Liu Wuxi. The two moods were intertwined, making him very painful.

"Hurry up, how can I get the fourth four -color god beads."

Lu Cang said impatiently.

For younger generations, Liu Wuxie has shook them away from far, causing many people to hate Liu Wuxie.

Luo Yan looked at Liu Wuxie, and he also wanted to know, what else can Liu Wuxie still.

They wanted to break their heads, and they couldn't think of getting the fourth method of four -color god beads.

"Quoting the snake out of the hole!"

Liu Wuxie smiled, swept away, this is his plan.

Everyone was confused, and the snakes came out of the hole. They knew what the key to use, and to lead the snake out. This is the key.

"As before, we still need to cooperate with everyone, but this time, we have properly arranged, and there are basically no major problems in safety."

Liu Wuxi retracted his smile and said solemnly.

When there was no problem in safety, a relaxed expression was finally revealed on the face of the crowd.

They were really worried, the last battle, everyone fell here.

"Liu Wuxie, don't sell Guanzi, talk about the plan."
Chapter completed!