I'm Not Really a Gold Saint

Ah ah ah ah ah……

The female apostle screamed helplessly, bursts of black smoke rose from her body, she was in pain, very painful, she struggled crazily, her whole body convulsed.

"Hahahaha, it can be seen that you are afraid of high temperature! Then increase the firepower."

Ding Li laughed out loud.

The female apostle's neck was twisted 180 degrees, and her hateful eyes fixed on Ding Li.

Dare to stare at me?

Ding Li was furious when he saw this, he pressed him to the ground and stomped on him, causing cracks on the opponent's body.

"Stare at me? Stare again, I tell you to stare!"

Ding Li began to stomp on the opponent frantically.

The opponent's physical body has been shattered, but he is not dead yet, and is still struggling.

This vitality is really leveraged.

The female apostle's body and head are almost completely broken, like a broken paper shell, but her body is still twisting and struggling.

"Is it that kind of bug?"

Looking at the female apostle who was struggling for the last time, Ding Li walked forward slowly.

Simply reach out a thing that looks like a spine from the opponent's body.

This is a big bug, a very big bug, much bigger than the one I have seen before.

It's sizzling!

The spine broke like a bug in an instant, a black liquid splashed from it, and a strong black breath overflowed.

The remains of the female apostle finally dissipated into the invisible together with the black liquid.

"Hahahaha, cool!"

Ding Li behaved wildly, raised his head to the sky and screamed, his muscles trembling in the wind.

It's all over!

Mo Ling was stunned and at a loss.

She saw a massacre, the muscular blond man slammed the opponent down on the ground and exploded with a hammer, and finally embraced and fell to death. She was dumbfounded.

The powerful female apostle is completely vulnerable in the hands of this golden man.

What's this guy up to?

She looked at the extremely majestic golden man with lumps of muscles all over his body, his left and right chest muscles were beating wildly, and his vision was a little blurred.

Why does this scene seem familiar?

It seems that I have experienced it myself.

The opponent walked towards him with two beating pectoralis major muscles.

Demon Bell, who had lost blood, couldn't help her heartbeat speeding up, becoming dizzy, dizzy, and finally her eyes turned black.

Really...

Well... what a big pectoral muscle!

###Chapter 49 The head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the hairstyle can’t be messed up###

On a tall black tower hundreds of kilometers away, dark clouds shrouded it.

In the room at the top of the tower, many blacker candles were lit, but these black candles emitted a strange red flame.

A woman in a black gauze dress sat on a stone bench with a curvaceous figure.

She looked at the mirror with countless candlelights in front of her with red eyes.

These mirrors are filled with various images, including giants and volcanoes, which seem to be the perspective of a monitor.

The woman has a graceful figure, and her long black hair is dragged on the ground. She looks quiet and elegant, like a peerless beauty coming out of a painting.

Looking at the largest mirror, she frowned, and her black fingernails had clear claw marks on the armrest of the stone chair.

The last scene before the apostle was wiped out was frozen on the mirror.

"Who is it? Who is this muscular man, he doesn't look like a human being at all...My strongest apostle was defeated by him!"

The voice came from the red lips, it sounded pleasant, but it was extremely irritated.

A middle-aged man in a tuxedo stood behind her, and the other party observed: "Miss, this masked person has a strong physical body and an extremely vigorous small universe. It should be a certain golden saint in the sanctuary, but his identity is unknown. Shall I make a move?"

"No, we don't need to show up. Now that the apostle has died, it won't help."

"But I remember his appearance. We will have more important things to do when we see him in the future."

The woman said quietly: "The sacrifice on the giant's side is finished?"

The man nodded: "Yes, the giant sacrifice has been completed, miss, just watch the show, but we found a golden saint, and the sanctuary only sent one golden saint."

The woman's face was full of ruthlessness: "It's okay, when the giant recovers, no gold saint is an opponent!"

The man respectfully said: "Then please enjoy the following performance, Miss. The giant will overturn the entire sanctuary and let my lord get his wish."

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"Ugh..."

In the haze, Mo Ling felt a big hand pressing on her forehead, and then a burst of hot spring water slippery and creamy touch appeared from the top of her head.

It was like a warm current flowing from the limbs and bones to the brain in heaven along the big hand. I felt refreshed, closed my eyes, and enjoyed it to the fullest.

It is as if the waves of the sea are in one's own consciousness, one wave after another, one wave after another, making people feel that they are soaked in the happy and warm spring water.

So comfortable!

It's like taking a bath in a hot spring.

Soon a sense of coolness spread throughout the body, and vitality burst out in the body.

Ah!

Mo Ling suddenly opened his eyes.

where is this place?

The back of a cloaked man appeared in front of him. The man's whole body was hidden in the cloak, which was quite mysterious.

He saved me?

A few pictures appeared in her mind, she was surrounded by a golden saint, she was severely injured by the apostle, so she desperately asked for help from the golden saint, but the other party did not respond, she met a strong man with muscles all over his body Man, the opponent's pectoral muscles...

Am I confused?

Why only remember two pectoralis major?

Her eyes quickly returned to cold and clear, looking inside herself, except for a slight soreness in her shoulders, her overall injuries were almost healed, and even Xiao Cosmos had recovered a lot.

Is this all due to the mysterious man in front of him?

"Why is it cold?"

Looking down at himself, Mo Ling was a little surprised.

Her dress was severely torn due to the battle with the apostles, and she was currently naked with her snowy muscles exposed.

But except for some dried blood, the wounds on his body had completely healed, especially the shoulder wound, leaving only a shallow scar.

Mo Ling's icy and pale cheeks suddenly turned into red apples, her gaze shifted, her expression shy and charming.

His mask was still on his face and had not been taken off.

The other party didn't do anything weird?

The reason why Mo Ling is suddenly so shy is because she has a proud figure, and it is estimated that any man would look sideways at her.

All she remembered was a big hand pressing down on her forehead.

It's so weird...

At this moment, the cloaked man turned around and walked over with a mask on his face and a note in his hand.

Magic Bell looked at the note that the man handed over.

Looking down carefully, I saw a few lines of text written on it:

[For the sake of the main plot and Xiaoqiang's mental health, I saved you]

[The evil god is about to be resurrected, hurry up and get out! 】

After handing over the note, the masked man turned around and left.

"Wait!"

The magic bell sensed that something was wrong: "You must be a saint, please take off the mask and let me see who you are?"

The lonely shadow of the cold river, the old man in the rivers and lakes, why should we have known each other before meeting each other.

My surname is Lei, the **** Lei!

Ding Li originally wanted to hide his achievements and fame, but Mo Ling rushed forward and blocked his way.

"I know you?"

Mo Ling stared at the mysterious man's chest, as if looking for some evidence.

Although there were obvious small cosmic fluctuations on the opponent's body, the two iconic chest muscles seemed familiar at the moment, which made her have to doubt the identity of the opponent.

Troubled woman, if you weren't related to the Seiya plot, I'd blow you away.

Seeing the indomitable appearance of the magic bell.

Ding Li simply swung his arm and slammed a light-speed hand knife, knocking out the opponent directly.

In order to ensure the direction of the plot, he didn't want anything to happen to the magic bell, so he rescued the other party.

Seeing the magic bell limp on the ground again, Ding Li picked it up and prepared to take him to a safe place.

Send the Buddha to the west.