When Feng Yang saw this scene, his heart instantly pounded fiercely, but as soon as he got closer, he felt the powerful power coming from the magic circle, and with his cultivation, he couldn't allow him to advance for half a point. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Previously, the servants had the ability to hold up this evil magic circle, but at this moment, this array has matured and stabilized, and its strength has also reached its peak, and everyone present is afraid that no one has the ability to stop the magic circle.

"Xiaojin!" Feng Yang was very anxious in his heart. Xiaojin's soul and body/body are about to be peeled off, and the poisonous snake below is eyeing each other, what should I do?

Feng Yang supported the seriously injured body/body with all his strength, and his mind was turning wildly, thinking of feasible solutions. However, there was no use for a round round.

No!

Feng Yang's eyes were full of anxiety, and at this moment, he secretly hated why his cultivation was so shallow, why he didn't pay more attention to his cultivation on weekdays? If his strength was even improved by one level, he wouldn't be so overstretched at this moment! It wouldn't be as useless as it is now, he could only watch Xiao Jin fall into trouble, and he could only stand by and be anxious, and he couldn't even use a little strength!

Just when Feng Yang's heart was crazy and anxious, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of the raging karmic fire a few feet away, and a white light suddenly flashed in his mind.

Since this fire can burn the entire Servant tribe to the ground, then it may also be able to break this strange evil array! And seeing that this fire is not approaching, the magic circle has an unstable shaking, which undoubtedly gives Feng Yang's restless heart a dose of heart protection pill!

The heart moves at will. The wind is strong to urge the aura, facing the karmic fire, trying to drain the karmic fire to cast the magic circle!

However, before he could make any move, a sudden change occurred, and countless blue-purple lights lit up in the sky above the blood-colored circle, as if the rising sun was shining on the earth.

Feng Yang hurriedly turned around, only to see something flash in the dazzling light, and these lights were born from this thing.

Feng Yang's face changed greatly, and the hope that rose in his heart sank like a sunset. It's really a wave of unevenness, and it's rising again and again. Are the two of them really going to die here?

Just when his mind was discouraged, he only heard the sound of "crackling" like an electric shock, and when he looked up, where the blue-purple light and the blood-colored magic circle came into contact with each other, there were red stars that continued to rub out, and then fell from mid-air one after another, like a fire falling from the sky.

The heart that had sunk in the wind instantly floated up again.

For a time, a strong wind rose from the entire high platform, the heavens and the earth were turbulent, the wind and clouds changed color, the ghost fire was swaying, eerie and treacherous, and the clouds were treacherous.

A furious rage and a contemptuous cold rippled out of the sky above, and layers of powerful waves spread outward in circles from the collision between the blue rays and the blood array. The rumbling sound and the violently shaking ground are comparable to lightning hitting the surface.

The turbulence of the air and the blinding glow of the staggered flickers blocked everything out, and nothing could be seen.

Feng Yang only felt a sharp stinging pain in his eyes, and subconsciously closed his eyes tightly and didn't turn his head away. The ears were wide open, and only the sound of the body flying by was heard, and something passed by in the ears, and the direction was the central high platform.

He clearly remembered that there was nothing but Ye Jiu in his vicinity!

Thinking of what Jinhuang had said, Feng Yang's heart jumped suddenly, and he didn't care about the dazzling light at all, and hurriedly opened his eyes to look in the direction of the sound, only to see Ye Jiu's robe being swallowed up by the dazzling blue and red interlaced light for a moment.

But it is said that Jinhuang was pulled into the air by an inexplicable but powerful traction, and the wild power in her body continued to impact her soul, pulling her soul hard, forcing her soul to tear away from her flesh/body in blood, and her mind was also eroded by heart-rending pain and dark and terrifying darkness. But she is no longer the simple girl who first entered Fuzhou, betrayal, frame-up, despair and countless life and death wanderings have already allowed her to practice extraordinary willpower.

Jinhuang is a Shura who crawled out of hell, and the revenge has not been avenged, so how can you talk about death!

Therefore, even though the torture has always been there, there is still a little belief in her mind, and she must not let her soul completely collapse!

When the greedy poisonous snake gradually approached, she felt that the moment her soul was about to leave her body, the long-suppressed hatred and unavenged unwillingness and fear suddenly broke out, and the monstrous resentment was crazy and noisy, and then, for some reason, she felt a powerful and cold force suddenly rush directly into her body from under the cover of her head, freezing her like falling into an ice cave for thousands of years, and her whole person was almost stiff.

Although this power was cold and terrifying, the moment it penetrated into her body, it seemed to have restrained all arrogance and coldness, and became surprisingly docile and submissive. However, this power was too powerful for her meridians to bear. All the power is like a thunderbolt that will flow, rushing into the eight veins of the Qi Jing.

Jin Huang felt that every meridian was forcibly more than doubled. The intense swelling pain started from the tips of the hair, spread over the limbs, and finally converged into the dantian in the abdomen.

The dantian is like a spiritual vessel, there is nowhere to vent, and the power can only gather more and more, gradually expanding. Jinhuang felt like a frog beast full of qi, and his whole body was extremely swollen, and as long as he touched it with a little force, he could explode into a blur of flesh and blood, and there were no bones left.

Just when Jinhuang felt that he was really about to burst, the ghost tripod fragments in the dantian shook suddenly, and then, a whirlpool like an inverted bucket appeared in the dantian with the ghost tripod as the bottom, and the gathered power rotated wildly in the whirlpool, and at the same time gave birth to a strong traction, frantically absorbing the surrounding spiritual yin qi.

In the outer square that Jinhuang could not see, the blood array built on the high platform shook violently, and in the thunderbolt electric sparks and the dazzling blue and red light, there was a bloody and bloody mist mixed with the spirit yin qi raging wildly, surging from all directions, spiraling into a whirlpool-like air flow, surging towards Jinhuang, through the skin, flowing through the veins, and rushing into the dantian.

From the outside, her body seemed to support a huge and terrifying blood-colored storm, and her body was the center of the storm.

For a time, the heavens and the earth were chaotic, crimson, and it was impossible to distinguish what was heaven and what was earth, what was air and what was dust.

In the center of the blood array, a pitch-black poisonous snake rose into the air, and the scarlet snake's eyes flashed with desperate greed, resentment, and viciousness. The snake's mouth was wide open, and its bloody mouth was facing the pale soul of the brocade, and its fangs as sharp as a half-moon glowed with turquoise poison. The black, hard scales were upside down, and the roots were fierce, and they violently scraped against the crazy howling hurricane, making a "poo" buzzing sound.

There was crimson blood gushing down from between the scales, and before it could drip to the ground, it was crushed into the air by the raging hurricane, turning into a thin mist of blood.

(I haven't forgotten you, love you, Momoda!) (To be continued.) )