Western magic generals, who used to be a big fat-headed monk, are totally different now. They have become skinny and more pitiful than the beggar.

`Zizi...' Visible to the naked eye, a mass of grease hanging over his head, these can be his flesh and blood essence, now living was pulled out, which shows how much pain he has suffered!

"Is this still a Western Magic?" The Saint looked at this appearance, but also can not help but have a lingering palpitation, after a burst of fear.

"Westerners, do you know it's wrong?" Chen Jiu came to the front and asked quietly.

"Know wrong, Chen Jiu, let me go, I...