Chapter 332: I want to practice demon arts, please give instructions, Dao Ancestor

"When I fell into the Great Rift of the Underworld, I encountered demon monsters..." Xiao Yu explained to Physician Min about her encounter with the demon monsters, her self-created demon arts, and the general principles of the demon arts.

She didn't mention Physician Min's involvement in the demon arts, but Physician Min stared at her fixedly, insisting she explain clearly.

Physician Min said seriously: "You use this kind of demon art to plunder other people's minds; you will definitely be detested by the gods and Buddhas of Heaven and Earth."

"Sigh, of course I know. That day when I kidnapped..."

Ten thousand bets twenty thousand, I have forty thousand on my phone; if I win, it becomes eighty thousand. Too awesome.

The service in this store was truly too thoughtful. Ling Li was quite worried about the compensation problem just now; buying clothes had already cost two thousand yuan. If she had to compensate according to the price, she really didn't dare to imagine what her father's expression would be like.

"How about this, you lend me this bell to play with for a few days?" As soon as Huang Qingwan spoke, Ying Qingcheng sneakily leaned over.

Beixue Ning nodded and stepped back a bit. At this time, Murong Che was already able to persist with his remaining profound energy.

Endless killing intent spread for two or three miles instantly. With the endless aura pouring out, under the sound of weapons clashing, countless towering trees began to shake. Leaves were instantly cut into sections in this aura and then fell slowly.

Before the original owner was born, the Fifth Prince Murong Gucheng had already disappeared, and subsequently, Lin Ruolan married Beixue Wu.

Everyone went downstairs, one by one dirty, some covered in mud, some covered in sweat. Lu Beiou and Guo Wei fought to the death to take a bath, and the final solution was to play rock-paper-scissors. Guo Wei won. The old clothes in Lu Beiou's cabinet were also looted.

To tell the truth, Miaomiao really wasn't suitable for singing, but he listened and listened, and actually felt it sounded good.

Hua Yileng couldn't be bothered to explain, stopped a taxi on the side of the road, and the two planned to go to the city center. As soon as they got in the car, he felt uncomfortable all over, because he smelled that annoying smell again, right behind them! He looked back, and a white car was following them closely all the way. Ling Li didn't notice at all.

Lan Zhenyuan and Fu Dai were both lucky to know Chen Han, because Chen Han enabled them to come into contact with things that ordinary people couldn't, and the kung fu on Chen Han was so remarkable, which gave them capital to brag about in the future.

"What are you looking at? Get lost!" Huang Sen walked to the door, roared at the people outside, and then kicked the open door shut.

Duanmu Fei said, raised his foot, and kicked the head of that man in black twice violently. Suddenly, the man in black's head tilted, and he stopped talking.

After being pierced through, the bomber began to smoke. In an emergency, the pilot hurriedly chose to parachute to escape.

The most important thing was that he believed Xiao Fei had already caught the ghost in the villa and no longer needed Daoist Yichen. He invited Yichen to come out of the mountains, not only having to pay him one million but also having to give him his beloved blue and white porcelain antique.

On the ninth floor, Duyuan had to hold the shortest farewell speech, the most grand and lively farewell ceremony on the ninth floor. The red carpet had always been there, from the path, from the first floor of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, outside the range of the sword energy ravaging of the Nine-Sword Suppressing Sword Array, the red carpet laid out in a straight line, winding upward.

"Yanxi, are you thinking of Long Tian again?" Jiang Kailan blurted out. I'm afraid that for her, any physical injury was secondary; only this kind of emotional trauma was irreparable and unhealable.

Fortunately, Ye Wudao was here this time; otherwise, the consequences would be simply unimaginable. I'm afraid her end would be the same as that airplane pilot, turning into a roasted pig.

In fact, this was also intentional by Nanman Mama, as maintaining the original style could attract more tourists. Although the Kameng stockade didn't welcome outsiders, if you were a multi-millionaire or billionaire coming to spend money, they would also receive you attentively. ===== CHAPTER 333 =====