He rushed towards the center of the valley, the huge face surrounded by the magma running away.

Several Hongpao Protoss's brain followed him in blank.

When there were dozens of steps to continue the huge face, the two fiery -red sickle blades swept away. The red robe priests screamed at the same time, and the body was intercepted into two paragraphs at the same time.

The human -shaped monster with a sickle blade roared, the sickle blade broke, and swept to Zhang Ping's back.

At this point, Zhang Ping has completed the magic change.

He also yelled, exhausted his strength, jumped up, and jumped towards the huge face.

He didn't know what the mysteries of the huge face wrapped in this magma were full of resentment and violence. Even if he was going to die, he died in this place where there was never been recorded.

When he fell to this face, he saw this magical face, as if mocking him.

The mouth of the human face is open, deep and dark, and it seems to lead to hell.

Zhang Ping's face twisted again. He closed his eyes and put himself into the open mouth of his face.

call!

At the moment his figure fell into the dark and dark, the two fiery sickle blades disappeared in his figure, crossing.
Chapter completed!