Chapter: 1190
"My name is 'Guan Zhong Gu Bao', not Abalone, so there are defensive props, what do you want to do?" Guan Zhong Gu Bao Pao had a ferocious face, with protruding veins.
Zhang Yuanqing said loudly: "Give me the prop, and I can lure it away."
Guan Zhongbao's eyes lit up, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, but he hesitated, because this is also what he relies on to save his life. Although defensive items may not be effective, he will soon be engulfed by dense fog. There is one thing Defensive props are better than nothing.
The conversation between the two was clearly heard by the surrounding spiritual practitioners. They tacitly divided their attention and paid attention to this side.
"Obey orders!" Zhang Yuanqing shouted.
"Damn!" Bao Zhongwan scolded angrily, and said, "I believe you this time, don't let me down."
After finishing speaking, he grabbed a tattered overcoat from the inventory and flung it forward.
"Wow~"
Along with the tattered overcoat, there was also a gorgeous robe with a black base, flame patterns embroidered on the hem and sleeves, and waves embroidered on the chest.
The two coats flew in the air and converged towards each other.
Beside Zhang Yuanqing, the Yin Corpse Xue Qiangwei stopped suddenly, then rose into the air, took the Yin-Yang magic robe and put it on his body. The moment he landed, he threw off the tattered coat and finished putting it on.
Then, wearing two costume props, like a fit female leopard, she charged in the opposite direction and ran towards the thick fog.
During this process, two dim red lights emerged from Zhang Yuanqing's body, and danced in a meandering manner, chasing the protruding blood rose, coiled around her feet, and then adsorbed to her feet, turning into a pair of brand new dancing shoes.
Yuanshi Tianzun wants to sacrifice his own corpse to hold back the monster? Can it work? Guanzhongjian Bao's heart felt hot, and he was a little moved.
He knew that the Yin Corpse was the right arm of the Night Walking God, and it was of great significance. Losing the Yin Corpse was equivalent to losing an arm.
In this crisis-ridden dungeon, when everyone just wanted to escape for their lives, Yuanshi Tianzun "sacrificed" his own corpse to try to solve the crisis for everyone. He was indeed a leader.
As a casual cultivator, Guanzhong Baobao had a sense of identity and admiration for this official legend for the first time.
After the blood rose rushed into the dense fog, Zhang Yuanqing immediately communicated with the imprint in the sea of ??consciousness, separated half of his consciousness, entered the Yin Corpse, and controlled this body.
When Fang Fu rushed into the thick fog, he felt that he had lost his sense of direction, and felt an indescribable fear. He instinctively stopped and didn't dare to run around.
Thick fog surged around, as if there were terrible monsters hiding in it.
Xue Qiangwei looked around in a daze, her sluggish expression showing a vivid "vigilance".
Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing uncontrollably lowered his waist and split his legs, making the movement of a horse.
Immediately, the red shoes manipulated her to spring up, jumping forward a few meters like a frightened deer.
I was attacked. Zhang Yuanqing turned around and saw a tall figure looming in the thick fog.
The figure was about two meters tall, with a shriveled body and a haggard appearance. The messy hair was draped behind the head like straw, the cheeks were sunken, and the scarlet eyeballs protruded.
This is a mummy.
But unlike the mummy, those protruding scarlet eyeballs were violent and bloodthirsty, but not chaotic and dull, with a clear aura.
Seeing that the sneak attack was fruitless, the mummy looked at him "dumbly" and left without hesitation.
As a bewitching demon, it can see that the one in front of it is of the same kind, so it doesn't have blood-sucking value? Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing picked up a ball of fire and threw it at the back of the monster's head.
"boom!" JrNovels.com
Zhang Yuanqing said loudly: "Give me the prop, and I can lure it away."
Guan Zhongbao's eyes lit up, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, but he hesitated, because this is also what he relies on to save his life. Although defensive items may not be effective, he will soon be engulfed by dense fog. There is one thing Defensive props are better than nothing.
The conversation between the two was clearly heard by the surrounding spiritual practitioners. They tacitly divided their attention and paid attention to this side.
"Obey orders!" Zhang Yuanqing shouted.
"Damn!" Bao Zhongwan scolded angrily, and said, "I believe you this time, don't let me down."
After finishing speaking, he grabbed a tattered overcoat from the inventory and flung it forward.
"Wow~"
Along with the tattered overcoat, there was also a gorgeous robe with a black base, flame patterns embroidered on the hem and sleeves, and waves embroidered on the chest.
The two coats flew in the air and converged towards each other.
Beside Zhang Yuanqing, the Yin Corpse Xue Qiangwei stopped suddenly, then rose into the air, took the Yin-Yang magic robe and put it on his body. The moment he landed, he threw off the tattered coat and finished putting it on.
Then, wearing two costume props, like a fit female leopard, she charged in the opposite direction and ran towards the thick fog.
During this process, two dim red lights emerged from Zhang Yuanqing's body, and danced in a meandering manner, chasing the protruding blood rose, coiled around her feet, and then adsorbed to her feet, turning into a pair of brand new dancing shoes.
Yuanshi Tianzun wants to sacrifice his own corpse to hold back the monster? Can it work? Guanzhongjian Bao's heart felt hot, and he was a little moved.
He knew that the Yin Corpse was the right arm of the Night Walking God, and it was of great significance. Losing the Yin Corpse was equivalent to losing an arm.
In this crisis-ridden dungeon, when everyone just wanted to escape for their lives, Yuanshi Tianzun "sacrificed" his own corpse to try to solve the crisis for everyone. He was indeed a leader.
As a casual cultivator, Guanzhong Baobao had a sense of identity and admiration for this official legend for the first time.
After the blood rose rushed into the dense fog, Zhang Yuanqing immediately communicated with the imprint in the sea of ??consciousness, separated half of his consciousness, entered the Yin Corpse, and controlled this body.
When Fang Fu rushed into the thick fog, he felt that he had lost his sense of direction, and felt an indescribable fear. He instinctively stopped and didn't dare to run around.
Thick fog surged around, as if there were terrible monsters hiding in it.
Xue Qiangwei looked around in a daze, her sluggish expression showing a vivid "vigilance".
Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing uncontrollably lowered his waist and split his legs, making the movement of a horse.
Immediately, the red shoes manipulated her to spring up, jumping forward a few meters like a frightened deer.
I was attacked. Zhang Yuanqing turned around and saw a tall figure looming in the thick fog.
The figure was about two meters tall, with a shriveled body and a haggard appearance. The messy hair was draped behind the head like straw, the cheeks were sunken, and the scarlet eyeballs protruded.
This is a mummy.
But unlike the mummy, those protruding scarlet eyeballs were violent and bloodthirsty, but not chaotic and dull, with a clear aura.
Seeing that the sneak attack was fruitless, the mummy looked at him "dumbly" and left without hesitation.
As a bewitching demon, it can see that the one in front of it is of the same kind, so it doesn't have blood-sucking value? Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing picked up a ball of fire and threw it at the back of the monster's head.
"boom!" JrNovels.com
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