"Give you death!"

Muhai dialect is like an Oracle.
The dove soul shook her head wildly and shouted, "No … Don’t spare … life …"
Muhai ignored the roar of the dove soul and stretched out his right hand to turn a red palm into a clinging to the dove soul neck.
"die!"
Muhai said another red palm appeared and grabbed the soul of the dove with one hand and pinched it with one arm.
"Click …"
A broken dove’s soul and arm bones turned to pieces, and his veins stood out in cold sweat with pain.
"Ah …"
He gritted his teeth and insisted that his eyes were straight with pain and he turned pale.
The dove’s soul stared at Muhai with hatred. If his eyes could kill Muhai, he was afraid of being killed ten thousand times.
Red magic thoughts poured out from the top of the dove’s soul and disappeared into Muhai Dantian.
Muhai’s eyes are full of blood red light, like a peerless demon.
"Wow …"
The sword in the dove’s soul was taken away by Muhai.
"die"
Muhai said with a sword in his hand and a stab at the soul of the dove.
"Ah …"
A trickle of blood flowed from a blood hole in the dove’s soul
Two kinds of pain make the dove’s soul wail like a demon punished in the tenth floor of hell
The soul of a dove is better than hating to contribute some magic thoughts from time to time.
"die!"
This time, Muhai didn’t keep it. He picked up a long sword and pierced the skull of the dove’s soul, and it was red and white all over the floor.
A burst of dizziness rushed to Muhai’s mind. Muhai put his hands on his head and stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
"No, you must kill Wu Shun first."
Muhai struggled and dragged himself to the entrance of the cave.
Only by killing Wu Shun can we seal off the news that there are stones here.
Muhai walked to the door of the cave and found that Wushun had fallen to the ground.
Muhai walked beside Wushun and found out that even the heartbeat had stopped after breathing.
"Dead?"
It was a long sigh of relief to see Wu Shun dead, and then he fainted to the ground and lost consciousness.
…………
Far away in the west is a country called Afan.
In front of a holy church in the capital, various believers are in an endless stream.
They came to the church and prostrated themselves before the church.
There is a white-haired man sitting on a futon in the attic of the church. He looks handsome and his face is expressionless.
At the moment, he is practicing with his eyes closed.
Suddenly, with his eyes open, a mountain that had never been seen before burst out.
"I didn’t expect you to be in the Dragon Kingdom of the East."
The man smiled and then he showed a dim color. "Oh, my body is too badly injured."
"Come" male shouted.
"Hey …"
The door answered and an old man crawled in and bowed his head and dared not look at the man’s face.
"The Lord has commanded" the old man kneels three times and knocks nine times
"Go and call the saint," said the man.
"It’s …"
It wasn’t long before the old man bowed down again, and a woman came to bow down before the man.
The bridge of the female nose is high and sapphire-like, and there is no wave in her eyes.
Three-dimensional and tangible facial features, a great western beauty
Only when you are calm with this man and this woman will you have sincere piety.
"My Lord, do you have orders?"
Female bow down in front of male asked.
"Are you practicing well?" The man asked
"Answer the Lord, after your advice, I have broken through to the Yuanying territory," the woman said.