Wang Yimiao had already guessed where Xun wanted to force the king to attack. No, he had to force his attack, and he had to make every effort, betting on all his hopes on this attack.

In fact, the plan for Heshishixin is very simple, that is, to force Qi Sijie away.

"Isn't it impossible to take the Night Eagle Soul Pearl away? Will it return to its original position after taking it? Then I will kidnap the little girl and see where the Night Eagle Soul Pearl will return! Humph!" This is what He Chuxun thought.

He thought again: "But if I kidnap that little girl, the old man in front of me would probably not sit idly by. I have to find a way to create a short gap. With this! This idea is good, I am so smart!"

So he controlled the transparent ghost hand to grab Wang Yimiao, used Wang Yimiao as a weapon, and threw it at the ancestor Wanliang, blocking the ancestor Wanliang's pursuit.

Then Wang Yimiao was hit hard on the ancestor Wanliang, but the ancestor Wanliang was as motionless as a mountain, and Wang Yimiao naturally fell into the arms of the ancestor Wanliang.

Wang Yimiao looked up at the ancestor Wanliang, and the ancestor Wanliang also looked down at him. The two of them looked at each other with affectionate feelings?

"I'll get it!" Wang Yimiao hurriedly jumped off the ancestor Wanliang.

As soon as he stabilized his body, he realized that Qi Sijie had disappeared from the spot, and the Night Eagle Soul Pearl also moved with Qi Sijie.

Wang Yimiao was secretly happy in her heart: "Sister is so angry that this little girl is quite clever. She knows how to escape whenever she has the chance. I hope you can escape successfully. I can only help you here."

But he pretended to be surprised: "Where is Qi Sijie? Did she take the opportunity to escape? Damn it!"

"She was kidnapped just now, and it was very fast. I couldn't react for a while. Let's chase after him now." After saying that, the ancestor Wan Qing said, without waiting for Wang Yimiao to agree, he grabbed Wang Yimiao and flew towards the direction where Qi Sijie disappeared.

The people around him exclaimed in shock: "It's actually a strong spiritual master! Oh my God, I'm very eye-opening today!"

But there was one person who was very depressed. The man was Wang Yimiao. At this time, he was being grabbed by the ancestor Wanliang and flew in the air with his head...

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." Wang Yimao screamed like a thread. He felt his whole scalp was numb, it was really numb.

But his scream seemed to be blocked outside the ears of the ancestor Wanliang, and he let him wail. The ancestor Wanliang did not adjust and grasp his part.

Fortunately, Wang Yimiao's head was tough, and even though he was pulled and carried in the air by the ancestor Wanliang like this, he did not fall off the ground.

Then, in the eyes of the onlookers on the ground, the elderly old man walked through the air with a handsome young man, gradually leaving behind only the young man screaming from the distant sky.

Half an hour later, the ancestor Wanliang finally stopped and said cunningly: "If I hadn't had any injuries on my body, I wouldn't have let you run away! But do you think I could escape with my furnace and cauldron? Although I did not leave a mark on the furnace and cauldron, I quietly shot the mark on you at a critical moment. As long as I follow the mark along the way, I will catch you sooner or later!"

"Master's magic power is boundless, and that little thief will definitely not be able to escape from your palm. But Master, can you let me go? I already feel my whole scalp numb." Wang Yimiao said with a sad face.

"Okay." After saying that, the ancestor Wan Qing let go of his hand, his face light and light.

Wang Yimiao breathed a long sigh of relief, but the next second, he realized something: "I seem to be still in the air, and the feeling of falling should verify this fact. Hum? Falling? Ahhhhhhhh..."

Wang Yimao's screams were endless again.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" Wang Yimiao felt very depressed, "Did the ancestor Wanliang know that I was deliberately letting go and angered my sister to death and wanting to execute me?"

Fortunately, the ancestor Wanliang noticed Wang Yimiao's scream this time and said apologetically: "Advisor, I'm sorry, I forgot to accept the disciple, and I thought you were a puppet of the master, so I'll come here to save you."

After saying that, the ancestor Wanliang left for Wang Yimiao.

Wang Yimiao felt a little relieved and said to herself: "It seems that the ancestor Wanliang did not think about killing me. With his strength, he would definitely be able to catch me before I land."

But the next moment, the ancestor Wanliang suddenly felt weak, and the old waist was twisted, and the internal injuries on his body were vaguely ached. His body paused for a moment, and then he slowed down a lot.

"No, apprentice, I'm too tired for my master to travel just now. Now I'm suffering from internal injuries and can't fly anymore."

The nervous voice of the ancestor Wanliang reached Wang Yimiao's ears from behind, and Wang Yimiao's heart, which had been slightly calmer, became uneasy again.

He was in tears: "Didn't it mean that the bad luck caused will not cause death? Why do I feel like I'm going to finish today?"

“Ahhhhhh…”

Screams still filled the entire world.

While rushing towards Wang Yimiao with powerless heart, the ancestor Wanliang said to himself: "The disciple I just recruited just now is about to die before I can teach my unique skills. It seems that God is destined to have no disciple. The disciple is gone, and the master will burn a few beautiful women in front of your grave. Wait, I seem to have another method to useless."

The ancestor Wanliang suddenly thought that he had another magic weapon that might be able to save Wang Yimiao, so he immediately sacrificed the magic weapon, which was a small iron sword. He quickly activated the magic weapon, and then the small iron sword flew towards Wang Yimiao like an arrow that took off his bow.

Wang Yimiao was about to fall to the ground, and she was completely disappointed and silently bid farewell to this beautiful world.

Just when he was more than two meters away from the ground, he saw the ancestor Wanliang shoot a hidden weapon at him, and his heart was even more bitter: "This ancestor Wanliang is too cruel. Just forget it if you want to kill me. A moment before I land, I would still shoot me with a hidden weapon to death? I only have one life, can I die twice?"

He now regrets that he let Qi Sijie go. If he hadn't been kind for a while, he would probably have been killed by the ancestor Wanlu. After all, it would be better to die from others than to die from him.

When he was sad, he was less than one meter away from the ground, and the flying sword was faster than his falling. In just a moment, the flying sword was only two meters away from Wang Yimiao.

"It seems that the ancestor Wanliang has calculated correctly. When I fell to death, I shot me with a hidden weapon. I am afraid I will be the first person in this world to die from two ways of death at the same time." Wang Yimiao said silently in his heart and slowly closed his eyes.

However, as soon as his eyes closed, he felt that his body no longer descended, but suddenly stopped in mid-air.

But he had touched the ground, and he could feel how close he was to death without opening his eyes.

Because he was hanging upside down in the air at this time, and his head had already touched the earth.

As soon as he was about to open his eyes, he suddenly felt his body shifting, but it was not completely shifting, but a little fell. As soon as his body moved, he immediately felt this movement trajectory.

If you ask him how he perceived it, the reason is very simple.

Because his head had hit the ground, but the nightmare was not over, and his head dragged a long distance on the ground.

The ground was not flat during the period, and the abrupt gravel was like a pockmarked face.

Fortunately, Wang Yimiao is already spiritual hero cultivation, and his physical strength is beyond the reach of ordinary people. The mere gravel cannot do anything to him.

So Wang Yimiao deeply realized that his head was pressed to the ground and dragged it for a long distance. His forehead was smashed with countless small stones, as if someone was holding his head as a hammer to smash walnuts, and those small stones were much harder than walnuts.

After a while, Wang Yimiao finally stopped and was thrown to the ground, protruding himself to the ground, motionless.

If you can look down from above, you can see that on the way Wang Yimiao had just moved, an extremely flat groove appeared. The gravel on both sides was abrupt, but the groove was like a dividing line, dividing the two sides into two.

In the second half of the groove, blood began to appear, and blood was getting more and more. At the end of the blood, a corpse was lying. Bah, no, it was Wang Yimiao who was lying motionless.

"Advisor, you won't die, right?" The ancestor Wanliang looked at Wang Yimiao uneasy.

After a long time, Wang Yimiao finally moved for a moment, then got up with difficulty and raised his head. At this moment, his face was covered in blood, and there was a big bag protruding on his forehead, and there were dense small bags on the big bag, and the whole face looked particularly ferocious.

If he doesn't have to dress up on Halloween on Earth, he will definitely be scared to death with this look.

Seeing that Wang Yimiao could still get up by himself, the ancestor Wanliang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Then he reached out to pinch his hands, and a flying sword inserted into Wang Yimiao's shoes suddenly shot out and returned to his hand.

But as soon as the flying sword fell into his hands, he smelled a strong aura of athlete's foot radiating from the flying sword. The athlete's foot was like the stench of stinky tofu in the pit. After a sniff, it made people want to vomit.

The ancestor Wan Qing retching a few times, hurriedly took the flying sword back to the space ring, and looked at Wang Yimao resentfully. All the apology for Wang Yimao disappeared.

Wang Yimiao stood up with difficulty. He felt a sharp pain in his head. He reached out and touched his forehead gently. In an instant, a pain that torn apart all over his body spread from his head to his toes.

He hurriedly took back his hand and said to himself: "I was lucky to survive again today. But it hurts so much that it can't stand it if you touch it gently. If your head touches your forehead, it should be very painful. Hey, by the way, why didn't I feel that Liuhai touched the bag on my forehead?"

So he reached out to touch his Liuhai. The next moment, he looked bitter, but he didn't know whether it was a blessing or annoyance.

His stay in the sea is gone.

"I won't be the Mediterranean anymore, right?" He immediately touched his head in panic, felt the thick silk, and his heart instantly calmed down. "Fortunately, it's just that there is no sea left, and it's not a complete Mediterranean."

He slowly lowered his hand and forced a smile on his face. Coupled with the bloodstains of his face, the more terrifying this smile is, the more terrifying it is.

But when he saw his hands, he was stunned again, with lots of silk wrapped around his hands...

"I'm not going to be the Mediterranean anymore, right?" Two tears couldn't help but overflow from the corner of Wang Yimiao's eyes.
Chapter completed!