These chains seem to be like substance, but they are actually transformed by spiritual power, and they are very fast, and they came to Fei Yue's side in an instant.

Fei Yue sneered, and was about to use Da Ding to collect these chains, but she didn't expect that the chains turned out to be illusory things, instantly penetrating Haizun Ding and entangled her limbs and neck.

Fei Yue's expression changed drastically, and she struggled violently, but she couldn't break free from these five chains at all.

The five old men at the top of the Black Tower spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and their breath suddenly withered.

They shouted in unison.

"Lock!"

As soon as the word came out, the five chains were like living creatures, tightly wrapping around her body.

Fei Yue's struggle became smaller and smaller, and the yuan force in her body passed rapidly under the confinement of the chains.

Losing her control, Haizun Ding quickly shrunk, changed back to its original size, and fell to the ground.

The surging sea water also rolled back and returned to Dingzhong.

Fei Yue's eyes showed a strong unwillingness, obviously she was about to destroy the Witch King's Palace, and she was about to take revenge, why, why did this happen.

Her vision gradually blurred, and her consciousness was suppressed by the powerful psychic power of the chains.

Resentment, sorrow, unwillingness, despair, fear, and other emotions welled up in her heart, and at last she was about to fall into a dark stupor, she seemed to see a young man in white rushing towards her.

The young man looked anxious, shouted her name, and stretched out his hand to grab her, but could not catch her.

Fei Yue moved her lips, wanting to say something, but she couldn't say it, so she could only use the last bit of strength in her body, raised the corners of her mouth, and showed a smile.

There was bitterness, reluctance, and a hint of remorse in that smile.

If she hadn't been so obsessed with revenge, wouldn't have ended a little better.

There is no answer to everything.

"Seal!"

As the five old men at the top of the tower shouted again, Fei Yue's body was pulled into the black tower by five black chains and sealed at the bottom of the black tower.

Witch spell lock god sealing array, done!

The five gray-haired old men did not have any relief on their faces, only deep sadness.

After this battle, they had lost too much essence and blood, and their bodies were already in ruins, and they could live for seven more days at most.

Seven days later, when they died, the Witch King's Palace was almost an empty shell.

The ten powerhouses in the Black Tower all died, and there were nearly a thousand people in the Witch King Palace who died under the Feiyue artifact before.

Of those who survived, there was not one in ten, and the Witch King's Palace suffered a huge blow for the first time since its establishment.

Flowing Wind looked at the devastated Witch King's Palace, the almost destroyed Witch Temple, and the countless corpses that had been crushed by the sea, and he almost went crazy.

Before leaving, the Witch King had explained that he was optimistic about the Witch King's Palace, but now, this kind of thing has happened, how can he explain it and how to make up for it.

The Heavenly Witch Scepter in mid-air slowly returned to the Black Tower, and the black light like splashing ink gradually receded.

Haizun Ding was still left in the ruins of the Witch God Temple, and before everyone could come to their senses, a young man in white rushed over.

Xue Jian finally came a step too late.

His eyes were fixed on the Black Tower, his fists clenched and gurgling, and the anger in his heart was expanding infinitely.

If...... If it had been earlier, this might not have happened.

Xue Jian grabbed the Haizun Ding with one hand, roared in a low voice, like an overlord lifting the Ding, and directly lifted the tens of thousands of catties of the Ding.

He bent his legs slightly, jumped suddenly, and jumped out of the ruins of the Witch Temple with Da Ding in his arms.

The survivors, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, were immediately frightened and trembled when they saw this scene.

Xue Jian held Dading and stood on the square in front of the Black Tower.

Chong Guan is angry and red-faced!

At this moment, there was no plan, no strategy, and no fear or jealousy in his mind.

He had only one thought, that is, to blast open this black tower and rescue Fei Yue.

Liufeng looked at Xue Jian in shock and said in a trembling voice.

"Who are you, and what do you want to do?"

Xue saw that he didn't answer his idleness, and the majestic Yuan Force poured out, he held the big ding, aimed the mouth of the ding, and recited the mantra.

Soon, the terrible sea water gushed out again from the Great Ding, rushing towards the Black Tower.

It's just that compared to before, the water gushing out this time is not so fierce, and it has not changed into the shape of a sea shadow beast.

The pupils of Flowing Wind's eyes shrank suddenly, and he immediately thought of the person who flooded the Witch Temple a month ago.

He exclaimed.

"It's you...... It was you last time!"

Last time, Xue Jian used the appearance of a wizard of the Witch God Palace, but this time he used his original appearance.

But there is almost no difference between the two methods of urging Haizun Ding, so the flowing wind can be seen at a glance.

He shouted.

"Where are the guards of the Witch God Palace, where are the guards of the capital!"

As early as when Concubine Yue was in the Wushen Palace, he had already sent people to dispatch troops, but after such a long time, he didn't even see a single guard.

The waves rushed over and rushed towards the Black Tower, and the Flowing Wind fled in panic and fled into the Black Tower.

At this moment, not to mention ordinary guards, even if Liufeng himself is afraid to die, if others come, won't they be sent to death in vain.

None of the people from the Witch King's Palace dared to approach anymore, and Sen Hu and Du Xiaoqing, who had been watching from a distance, took advantage of this opportunity to start chasing and killing those survivors who had escaped.

The scene that happened today, Sen Hu's heart was extremely happy, and there was also a deep blood feud between him and the Witch King Palace.

Thinking of the clansmen who died in the sea of fire, thinking of the tragic battle in Takagi City, and thinking of the scene of Tianya City being hunted down, Sen Hu left sad tears in his eyes.

Today, he finally saw the tragic scene of the destruction of the Witch King's Palace, and personally recovered a blood debt for the dead clansmen.

In another far corner, the girl in the green Luo skirt who sneaked into the Witch King's palace out of curiosity immediately opened her eyes when she saw Xue Jian, revealing a bright light.

"Xue Chu, it's him, he's back. ”

Princess Qinglian is naughty by nature, bold and has a strong curiosity, like a little wild cat.

As if she didn't know the danger, she trotted all the way towards Xue Jian, and when she ran to the ruins of the collapsed Witch God Temple, five gray-haired old men suddenly flew down from the top of the tower.

These five people were withered and weak, but if they didn't stand up at the moment, who else could stand up and save the Witch King's Palace.

Princess Qinglian's eyes showed worry, but she didn't dare to step forward, for fear of distracting Xue Jian.

She hid in the ruins of the Witch Temple, leaning against the statue of the Witch God that was about to collapse.

The little girl grabbed the statue with her two little hands, only poked out a small head, and looked at Xue Jian.

Unbeknownst to her, the statue of the witch god suddenly shone as she pressed her hands on the statue.

This light is not dark or not, if it is usual, it will definitely attract the attention of many people, but at this moment, who will pay attention here.

Suddenly, a streamer of light poured into Princess Qinglian's eyebrows.

Her little head seemed to be filled with many things at once, so that the girl sat on the ground with her head in her arms, and began to weep bitterly.

Xuanyuan's blood boiled, and a vicissitudes of voice kept echoing in her mind, like the will of a god.

"My bloodline can be inherited by me!"