He said: "Now you and I can't get involved in what's going on in this formation, so let's just wait and see what happens."

Wu Ma Chongyu, who was knocked to the ground just now, was indeed unharmed. He held the golden sword and looked at the injured truth of Long Tongue, Chong Guang whose arms were shattered, and then looked at He who was jumping on one leg and Ji who had lost his heart.

He thought secretly: "Resentments, disasters, diseases and hardships... Is the sudden discomfort just now a coincidence or..."

No, these four disgusting gods are not fighting gods... Wuma Chongyu paused and suddenly understood.

"It seems you understand." Hou Qing's face gradually began to turn pale due to excessive blood loss. He paid a high price this time: "In order to curb the harm done to human beings by the four disgusting gods, the gods took away their bodies.

The most important thing is to allow the Siyan God to sympathize with the pain of humans, but at the same time, the gods are also fair. If humans want to hurt them in turn, they will also be punished accordingly. Injuring others is like hurting yourself.

How does the sect master plan to break this round?"

Hurting others and yourself?

Wuma Chongyu flicked the sword in his hand and began to ponder.

He had destroyed the truth's tongue before, which represented resentment, and resentment was an emotion. No wonder he would feel upset, and his heart would feel uncomfortable and stuffy. However, since he has always been indifferent to emotions, the impact on him was limited.

Don't get out of control.

Chongguang represents disaster. He destroyed its arms, so now he is suffering from a combination of misfortune and weakened luck. No wonder he couldn't avoid the simple move just now and was almost injured because of it.

While Wu Ma Chongyu was distracted, Hou Qing turned his back and urged Chen Baiqi.

——Let’s go now!
Chapter completed!