Fang Shihu and others had already noticed something was wrong and retreated one after another, while a group of aquatic soldiers were already roaring and rushing forward.

However, most of them died under the arrow light. At this moment, there were only three or two big cats and kittens. Before they could get close, they were beheaded by the intertwined sword lights one by one.

"This God is really unfair. You are so addicted to the joy of speech and the joy of speech. Nine Yao is about to be held. You are actually the fool who is the best person...

That Nanling is even more stupid as a pig or a dog, and he is extremely stupid, and he is even more trapped on you, the loach..."

Wei Changshou looked around and saw his turbid old eyes fading away, and was full of contempt and disgust.

He did not rush to start because he was afraid of the Nanling swordsman who had been swallowed by Wu Tao. He slowly adjusted his breath, calmed down his turbulent mind, and awakened his Taoist arts and magical powers that had been silent for many years:

"A evil way that cannibalism is worse than that of half a city of pigs and dogs. I think it's enough for me to complete the ritual and advance to the 'demonic immortal'..."

"Puff!"

Suddenly, a sound that seemed like a water bag was pierced, or like a crack of silk came, interrupting Wei Changshou's voice.

He turned his head with an ugly expression.

But the dragon blood ticked to the ground, and the familiar big red robe was blown by the strong wind.

Shaking off the blood from the robe, Yang Yu swept over the dumb chickens, and Wu Tao was shocked by coughing up blood.

The eyes finally froze on Wei Changshou, and he smiled coldly:
Chapter completed!