"Made!"

After taking a few breaths, the thousands of mosquito clones cursed and said:

"Has this barren turtle never had a bath since ancient times? It smells hundreds of times worse than the smell on Old Netherworld!"

After saying that,

The cursing Mosquito Taoist controlled thousands of clones and rushed towards another weak persimmon!

"Ahhh...help!"

Below, the half-dead Immortal Pilu who was beaten by the Holy Mother Turtle Spirit screamed like a slaughtered pig. His body kept rolling, although many clones of Taoist Mosquitoes were crushed to death.

But more clones came up!

When Piluxian's voice disappeared and turned completely into an emerald green gourd with golden patterns, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became weird!

Bailian boy even noticed that a gaze fell on him from afar,

in the eyes,

It is full of a sense of disgust, like a waste that seems to have failed to achieve anything and has failed to achieve success...
Chapter completed!