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Sergeant turned her head in a difficult way. She didn’t know what the ‘cunning woman’ in the other mouth meant, but she saw that white light was shot from her hand. It was about three inches in front of the miss merchant and was floated. A layer of white light blocked it, but it burst immediately, and the fluorescent azure water mist filled the entire hotel.

She didn’t know what it was. Only subconsciously looked at the scene and suddenly felt a little numb at the tip of the finger. Looking down, I was shocked to find that a layer of grey, like a stone, was spreading along the one’s own arm. They first formed countless spots, then In a single piece, it took only a moment to turn her arms into hard stones.

She hasn’t had time to react. Petrochemical has spread to her neck position, locking her voice in her throat. Then there was the face, and the sergeant quickly rushed to the confusion.

The last scene she saw was that White Mist shot the room out of the window like lightning.

The hotel suddenly became dead in an instant.

In the oak forest outside the cat and beard hotel, an hourglass is quietly placed on the rock. Under the moonlight, the smooth glass surface emits a glimmer of light.

It is facing a tall building standing on the edge of the boulevard in the distance until it is picked up by one hand.

“To Time.”

The hoarse voice said.

A few black shadows in the forest suddenly came alive. Wriggle, one after another, the secret sects came out of the bushes. If Sergey saw this scene, it might be scared to scream, and the girl dreamed that there would be so many people coming here with her.

The two headed ones were the two secretaries who were holding her here, one of them holding the hourglass. Some indifference to other people instructed: “To live, you should understand the meaning of adults.”

The secret congregation, the brew remark, went out of the woods. Everyone had a crossbow and the other hand was holding a net. They formed an encirclement and circled the cat and the beard hotel, but this suburb The hotel was quiet at the moment, terrifying, the entire group walked onto the avenue, and the black-painted building still had no sound.

The two leading secretists looked at each other and said nothing. It was the blood of Gaia, one of the top three gods in the organization. It can be said to be second only to the elemental blood. As for the legendary Supreme Marsha Blood, that is something that no one has ever seen.

Presumably, people in the hotel, besides the target, should be petrified.

The expression of the head of the believer is ugly, and the three gods are the treasures in the church. In recent decades, the organization has made great progress in their research, and they can barely use it as a core member. He was very curious about how the ‘big man’ was willing to use this kind of thing on a human little girl.

He thought that he would get an answer soon.

But the closer to the hotel, the cultivators gradually found the problem, and a trace of azure mist was escaping from the window sill of the hotel and the wooden gap of the gate. Soon, people gradually stopped their steps – the blood of God was still in a state of disintegration. This shows that the target may not absorb the blood of God.

Could it be that was petrified?

Still saying something abnormal?

No matter what kind of situation, it is enough to make people careful. Everyone has turned their heads and focused on the leader who is the leader. The latter’s face is also slightly sunk:

There are obviously subtle differences between this and the expected.

“Stop.” He raised his hand and motioned to stop the crowd, but what surprised him was that other people saw his gaze without the imaginary obedience, but an expression that was unspeakable and horrified.

In his eyes, all the people present in the scene reflected in the eyes as if they had seen the expression of the ghost.

His subconsciously reacted, only to feel the scalp blasting, the hourglass in his hand, the backhand is going to smoke his machete hidden under the cloak.

The scimitar was unfortunately pulled out.

The leading secretist did not return, and the backhand waved behind him, but did not smash what he imagined, but felt that one’s own hand was held by a cold palm.

The palm is not big, but it is as cold as ice. The secret sect is almost shocked to see one’s own right hand with a machete to pull it off the body, as if it were a broken branch.

Then the pain was like a tidal wave. He screamed and slammed on the ground. The cold flashes, his head fell, and he fell into the dust on the boulevard, becoming vague and unrecognizable.

The whole process lasted for only a few seconds, and even the people present were still not responding, and all the sounds had come to an abrupt end.

Everyone subconsciously ignored the headless body that fell to the ground, but looked at the woman who suddenly appeared.

That is a little girl.