Just then, the foremost ghost fire temple elder suddenly turned around and walked towards Su Mo.
"Senior Yu"
Seven Taoist priests who returned to the virtual reality hurriedly bowed down and saluted.
Ghost fire temple elders nodded and looked at Sue ink four eyes faint don’t know what to think.
"What’s wrong with predecessors?"
A returning Taoist asked in a small way
"It’s a pity that such a good body is a pity that I will do my best in Shou Yuan."
The old man in the Hall of Ghost Fire shook his head and sighed. He crouched down, stretched out his skinny palm, pinched Su Mo’s body and licked his lips. "If I met him earlier, I would rather give up my body than take his house!"
"Really?"
The old man in the Temple of Ghost Fire lamented that he suddenly heard a response in his ear, which was cold and biting.
Chapter nine hundred and nineteen So Dao Jun
"Huh?"
The old man in the Hall of Ghost Fire was surprised!
This sound is not from the seven returning Taoist priests around, but from his feet!
This Yuan Ying environment cub was not stunned by his gods!
How is that possible?
The elders in the Hall of Ghost Fire frowned.
Suddenly he smelled a smell of death!
Although over the years, with the passage of time, this smell has become closer and closer.
But he had never felt such a strong smell of death as now!
It’s like he’ll fall here in a moment!
How can a Yuan Ying Zhen Jun threaten him?
I don’t want to think much about it. The elders of the Ghost Fire Temple want to get up and evacuate their feet after the first time.
Suddenly!
The old man in the Temple of Ghost Fire has withered his wrist, and he has two white and powerful palms to hold him like iron tongs!
He made a conscious profit but didn’t break free!
The look of the elders in the Ghost Fire Temple changed greatly, and their eyes swept away.
See grabbed his wrist a pair of palm unexpectedly emerge lines of veins stood out.
Skeletal variation, claws at the fingertips, and pieces of reddish scales faintly grow on the back of the hand. Weird and frightening!