Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 441: 　beauty painting skin, perfect madness

The blood **** child Zhang Fan listened to the introduction of the old gambler, and his expression slightly moved, but he did not have the intention of fear, but instead showed a jump to try.

After Golden Core great accomplishment, except for the elders of the survivors, he has never encountered a real expert, let alone the elite of the younger generation. This blood **** son is the first person!

Looking up and down at the blood **** son, Zhang Fan's face suddenly showed a strange color, and he burst out laughing: "Blood **** son, your avatar, but it's nothing, but I have a face to say to me. /

The blood **** son who appeared in front of him was also a doppelganger.

"Huh?"

"Ying Long, have you been away from home for too long, even the old friends' means have been forgotten.

There was a flash of blood on the pale face of the blood **** child, saying: "Blood **** divine ability, thousands of incarnations, all divine ability are the same, you and I were not contested in those days, did you forget it?"

"Hum, when j!-It was that year, if you have interest, you and I will compete again!"

"But...blood **** son, how did the old gambler provoke you, even letting you go out in person?"

Zhang Fan immediately changed the subject, and said more and more mistakes. The blood **** child in front of him clearly wished to be separated from his Core Formation. If I say more of the past, it is inevitable to take it down.

It doesn’t matter whether he was taken through, but it’s just that the old gambler and the blood **** son’s reaction "He suddenly moved in his heart. Intuition that this identity of the avatar is still available, I don’t want to be so fast. Exposed to others.

"How do I get to me?"

"If you don’t kill this mongoose today, you will find it so that you will never be released from the blood, and it will hardly dispel my hatred.

The expression on the face of the blood **** is stiff, but the words and expressions are squeezed out of the teeth. It is extremely cold, and it sounds terrifying in my ears and gives a sense of trembling.

Unconsciously, looking back at the old gambler, Zhang Fan was very curious about what the old kid did, which made the blood **** son hate him so hard.

"Injustice!"

I heard that Blood God and "Yinglong" were reminiscent of old people, and the old gambler was a little nervous. Now he was so greeted by Zhang Fan that he immediately called Tian Tian Qu.

"I just wounded several servants while I was running away, I didn't even kill anyone!

Looking at the appearance of the old gambler who wished to take out his heart, Zhang Fan believed it. When he looked at the blood **** son, he saw him suddenly weirdly.

"Ying Long, you haven't seen it for decades, haven't you seen my collection yet?"

"Today will open your eyes."

The blood **** son’s ping sound is full of strange feelings, but his movements are even more strange.

As he said, his hand reached into his arms and touched his eyes, and he immediately threw three touches of milky light.

"This is one by one one by one one by one", you can see the true appearance of those three things. The look of Zhang Fan has suddenly changed.

"Haha, this is my collection, how is it, Brother Yinglong, have you been tempted?! In the laughter of the blood **** child, the three white lights floated in the air, slowly stretched out but it was three "People"!

In the tens of feet in front of Zhang Fan, the three "beauties" fluttered with the wind, and occasionally the wind was stronger, they could not help bending down, the head fell into the crotch, and the long show dragged to the bottom of the foot, looking Like a ghost.

If such a movement is performed by a soft and boneless beauty, it is a delight to the sun, but the three "beauties" in front of them are not only boneless, they don’t even have a little flesh and blood. -, it's three skins!

Beauty painting skin, beauty painting skin, this statement Zhang Fan heard countless times, but now it can be seen with your own eyes.

Although these three beautiful skins lack the sense of fullness, but only from the perspective of facial contours, skin, curves, etc., they are rare beauty.

Such a beautiful woman, but only a piece of human skin is left, floating like a flag streamer in the air.

"Ying Long, look at what good things your friends have done!"

The blood **** son does not squint. Although he is talking with Zhang Fan, his eyes are always turning on the three sheets of human skin. The emotion and fanaticism in them are beyond words.

"Look at this eyebrow, it's all broken... Look at this foot again, it actually knocked off a nail...and this hand "all left blood marks..."

Meng Leng’s incomparable voice, but also showed a soft voice, counted three defects on the human skin, that kind of regret and reluctance, like a supreme treasure, was roughly shattered by people.

"Not perfect~"

For a long time, the blood **** child sighed faintly. His pale, bloodless palms gently brushed on the human skin without letting a trace of details. Its tenderness seemed to stroke his newlywed wife.

"Brother Ying Long, you said he should be damn!!!"

The word "death" exits, the tenderness is no longer, the **** and intense breath instantly diffuses, covering the world, covering a radius of hundreds of feet.

It was the old gambler and Zhang Fan who stood together.

"Is he damn...

black-gold imperial garment, automatic without wind, suddenly rises, the torrential weather gushes out.

"I don't know!"

With the sound of "Boom~", the golden-red flame, if a huge torch burned, rushed straight into the sky, as if to blow the sky into a hole.

"I only know..."

The **** ripples spread out like a calm water surface, and the shepherd threw stones.

"Blood God Son, you cultivation must be crazy."

The flames skyrocketed like a gust of wind and rolled forward; the blood gas became solid, and if the blood was swelled, the waves would cascade.

In a short sentence, skill, Zhang Fan and the Blood God Child were immobile and their looks remained the same. With the breath and divine ability, they evolved into various means. Under the bombardment, it was an even ending.

Between the heaven and earth, the center of the distance between the two people is suddenly taken as the center. If the yin and yang are dim, the blood and the flame are transformed into two heavens and earth.

The look of both of them changed in an instant.

The blood **** son is surprised. In his view, the "Yinglong" avatar, which is the level of Core Formation initial stage, can actually fight him?

Zhang Fan is Shen Ning, the blood **** son really did not talk big words, although the one in front of him seems to be an avatar, but it can be said that the technique of divine ability, it is the genuine Core Formation late stage level, far higher than the level of the old gambler The elders of the day, but this is the case.

If it is not due to the specificity of Solar Golden Flame, the support of Golden Crow dharma idol, only this kind of breath will evolve into confrontation, and I am afraid that it will still fall out of favor.

↓hahaha~~Shen is a little bit, the blood **** child suddenly laughed out loud, his hand was raised and turned into a pure red blood color, suddenly, and pressed on one of the painting skins.

"Ying Long, let you see good things~"

The voice hasn't fallen yet, and the beauty's skin suddenly plumped up like a blow, but blinking at skill is no different from ordinary people, and it is a pleasant exquisitely dainty and ravishingly beautiful.

Although there is no **** in his eyes, it looks like an empty shell at first glance, but the naked, naked body is enough to inspire the soul.

The blood **** son is not satisfied with this. He opens his mouth openly and blows a breath towards the beauty.

The airflow just left, and a groaning moan appeared out of thin air, like a beautiful woman, tossing and turning on the bed, unable to tell whether it was pain or joy.

The air flow flipped in the air, and a struggling woman appeared faintly, and immediately fluttered into the painted body.

"divine soul?!"

Zhang Fan frowned, instantly discerning what was contained in the airflow, that was a divine soul of a young woman, but was imprisoned in the body of this avatar.

Here, he understands what is the real treasure of the Blood God Son?

It was at this moment that the pair of godless concubines lit up suddenly.

"Temporarily!~~~ First looked around blankly, and then supported by the invisible force, the beautiful body floating in the air, suddenly exclaimed, both hands up and down, intending to cover the shame on the body.

Suddenly, Xu Shi reacted suddenly. This was not her body. The woman's exclamation stopped abruptly, and she was at a loss in the air.

"How is it, not bad. Pakistan!"

The blood **** son's eyes are full of obsession, shouting screamingly.

"Hum!"

Zhang Fan is as sullen as water, and he snorted silently. As he had previously ridiculed, this blood **** son cultivation is crazy, there is a kind of perverted fanaticism, when looking at the painted woman, that kind of look is better than the old gamble The ghost faced the gambler's madness when the cup was revealed.

"Master, master...

"Don’t send Yu Ji back, I won’t go back... I won’t go back..."

It seemed that there was a sudden reaction, and the paint-skinned woman who had been standing in the air suddenly shouted insanely, regardless of a flutter, she hurriedly embraced the thigh of the blood god.

A strange smile flashed on the face of the blood **** child, slightly raised his foot, and said with great interest: "Do you know what to do?"

"Well done, the boy will not let you go back."

"I do, I will... do everything..."

Speaking of the back, the women with painted skin all seemed a bit incoherent. Fear and hope were intertwined, and they suddenly picked up the boots of the blood goddess and licked desperately with a lilac tongue.

hahaha~~"

In a blink of an eye~IndoMTL.com~ The pleasant laughter sounded through the clouds, revealing the willingness and enjoyment of the blood **** son.

Suddenly, the laughter suddenly stopped, and the blood **** child kicked the foot, kicking the painterly beauty who was struggling to serve him, and no longer looked at it, instead staring at the old gambler, hating and saying "" Woman, I originally had thirteen, but now I have you ruined three. It’s not good to be a pastime and a pastime for you. How can I relieve the hatred in my heart."

The old gambling ghost was just shuddered with real hateful eyes, and he heard him continue to say: "Imperfect, imperfect, imperfect things, what's the use to stay?"

The sound just fell, and the endless blood suddenly turned into a gigantic wave, a undulation, and then the remaining two painted skins and painted skin beauty together, drowned.

At that moment, Zhang Fan clearly saw a shock on the face of the painted skin beauty named Yu Ji, which instantly turned into a strong sense of relief, no resistance, no struggle, no screaming, but arms outstretched. Halfway through, it seems to embrace the sea of ​​blood.

Big waves flash by, empty and empty, and nothing remains.