Watching the long stick fall.

This blow was aimed at his own head.

If you fall, you will really die.

I hit hard three times in a row, but I don't know if it's enough. Forget it, if it's enough, that's it.

The changming stick fell down, and Buqing's deep voice resounded throughout the universe: "Where is Wang Miaomiao?"

Lu Yin looked at Bu Qing, who was getting closer and closer. The cyan light illuminated the skull's face. He smiled so ferociously that his bones were broken. With this smile, more fragments were split: "Guess."

"Looking for death." The Chang Ming Stick was smashed down hard.

Countless creatures stared intently at this scene.

The stick falls, life ends, and death will let this morning die?

Buqing smashed the Chang Ming Stick down hard, but the vigilance in his heart did not diminish at all. What he cared about now was not Lu Yin, but death, a thousand tricks.

Only in the end will he know who will help him.

The series of things done this morning are weird and must come from the scheme of the Death Master. Let’s take a look at this plot and see how the Death Master can break it.

A soft white light lit up, not outside, but within Lu Yin's body.

This touch of white attracted Buqing's attention.

White? The power of life? No, if you practice the power of death this morning, how can you practice the power of life again?
Chapter completed!