Mo Yan is almost done.

He stopped and continued to flog.

Looking at the puddle of flesh and blood corpses on the ground, the darkness that had been hidden in the depths of my heart for many years gradually dispersed.

"But that's it."

The childhood demon that once brought him great trauma has now ended up like this.

I thought it would take a lot of effort to kill it. I never thought that at the bottom of this hidden dragon Yangcheng Lake, I encountered, and a head-to-head duel would decide the victory, life and death.

"But that's it." Ziqian Mo's lips moved slightly, and she made the same evaluation.

Sometimes.

Those shadows, pains, and horrors seem to be scary, but they are actually paper tigers.

You pluck up the courage to really go up and bombard head-on, all of them will be shattered at the first bombardment, and they will be broken at the first poke, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

The Heavenly Demon Puppet Technique is over.

Zi Qianmo withdrew his demonic power, as well as the silver needle lead.

The huge skeleton of the Black Water Evil Jiao lost the support of the demon arts, and collapsed in an instant, like an overturned building, with broken bones and broken bones falling to the ground. caused a huge shock.

The earth at the bottom of the lake trembled.

And this hall of white bones, after two successive battles with huge lethality, and the tremor of the collapse of the bones, obviously could not support it.

"Click"

"Beep Bo"

Dense cracks appeared in the walls.

The pillars of the white bones that supported the main hall were also broken in half, causing the roof to leak out to the broken side. Dust, broken bones, and gravel fell down.

"Hurry up, it's going to collapse."

Mo Yan stretched out his hand, clasped his sweetheart's wrist, pulled her, and walked outside the door of the White Bone Hall.

Here, there is nothing left to be nostalgic about.

The revenge has been avenged.

The treasures that should have been taken have already been taken.

As for the corpses of the old dwarf Bufeng and the high priest Jin Jiuxiao, let them be buried under this Hidden Dragon Lake forever, and they will not see the light of day.

"Wait a minute."

Pulled by Mo Yan, when he walked to the door, Zi Qianmo subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Jin Jiuxiao's flesh-and-blood corpse.

I don't know why, an ominous premonition suddenly hit my heart.

It's very unrealistic.

Mo Yan cast an inquiring look: "What's wrong?" ”

Zi Qianmo pondered for half a second, and in the end, he decided to do something.

A hand raised, a sleeve flicked.

Three nail bone needles with silver-gray lights at the tips pierced directly into Jin Jiuxiao's "corpse", and one was nailed into the third rib under the left rib, which was the closest to the heart; The second is nailed into the cartilage of the throat, which is one of the lifelines of the human body; The third one was nailed into the greater foramen of the occipital bone at the back of his head, through which he could go directly to the cerebral cord.

Three nail bone needles.

It's all nailed to the point.

Don't say that a person is dead, even if a person lives, it can make you die three more times!

Ziqian Mo is ordinary, and he will never play such a heavy hand. But Jin Jiuxiao is not an ordinary person, and the relationship between him and her is not an ordinary hatred. Keep a hand, there will always be a safe point.

"Are you afraid he's not dead?" Mo Yan asked.

"I'm afraid he'll cheat the corpse." Ziqian Mo said.

Mo Yan pulled Zi Qianmo out of the White Bone Hall with his front foot, and with his back foot, the entire hall collapsed and became a ruin.

The roofs, the pillars, the walls, the bones, collapsed.

It's too heavy.

Even smashed the ground into a terrifying pit.

Mo Yan glanced at it, hooked his lips and said, "Even if you cheat the corpse, you will be stoned to death." ”