The rocket exploded, and the expanding fire illuminated the entire courtyard brightly. The air waves evaporated the rainwater, and a strong wind blew up in the small courtyard, rattling the doors and windows.

Yi Chuanmei stood in the smoke and fire, her charming face was full of excitement.

Suddenly, the joy on her face subsided, and she stared at the front in amazement.

In the slowly extinguishing fire, a figure stood in the smoke, wearing a blue face that never fears and never surrenders, his body is covered with burn marks and curling smoke, as if he has endured a wave of tortoise attacks from the enemy in his blood The protagonist of Qigong.

"Heh!" Zhang Yuanqing kept his head down and put his fingers on his forehead in a cool posture, and said with a sneer:

"Small tricks are not worth mentioning.

"The power of the rocket launcher is too small, why don't you pop a nuclear bomb out?"

The missile is essentially a mental attack from the Dreamer, and Blue Face can be exempted from three mental attacks.

Yi Chuanmei looked dignified, staring at his face, "The magician's professional saint-quality props underestimate you."

She thought for a while, raised her delicate little hand, and flicked it three times.

Immediately, in the small courtyard, under the rain curtain, three figures appeared. They were Fu Qingyang, who was dressed in white and had a cold face;

The sharp sword qi, the majestic yin qi, like the real evil spirit, filled the small courtyard.

Fu Qingyang, Demon Lord and General Yinyue.

Yi Chuanmei smiled and said: "These three are all saints, the most outstanding and terrifying characters, can you resist an attack, can you resist a siege?"

Zhang Yuanqing snorted softly, tapped his finger on his forehead, and the bright golden paint spread quickly, painting a majestic and dignified golden face.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers:

"exile!"

"exile!"

"exile!"

The figures of Fu Qingyang, Mojun and Yinyue General collapsed and turned into nothingness.

After easily disposing of the three bosses, Zhang Yuanqing raised his golden face, and his voice was loud and majestic:

"But that's all, there are other tricks, just use them."

Why hasn't Princess Yinyao arrived yet? I've run out of three mental strikes, and I won't be able to stay in the dream for long by myself. Hurry up and save the junior whom your master favors. Zhang Yuanqing looks as stable as an old dog, but in fact he is very panicked.

Yi Chuanmei's face became more serious, she stared at Yuanshi Tianzun for a moment, then suddenly raised the corner of her mouth:

"I understand the purpose of your prop. Different Facebooks have different functions, and it is impossible to use them endlessly. You are bluffing and trying to delay time."

Zhang Yuanqing's heart trembled.

Immediately, he saw Yi Chuanmei in front of him, whose figure rose rapidly, two meters, three meters, five meters. In an instant, he became a giant standing shoulder to shoulder with the roof of Yizhuang.

An indescribable sense of oppression surged like an overwhelming sea.

"In the dream, I am invincible."

She looked down at Yuanshi Tianzun condescendingly, and stretched out her huge palm. JrNovels.com