Dracula is indeed a warning, but the role of the warning is only a warning, and many times it does not play any role, for example, now, a huge palm print of Dao Harvest fell from the sky, directly imprinted down, sealing any direction of escape, so when this palm print came down, everything was already doomed, and the stronghold that the Ink Blood People had operated for nearly 10,000 years was doomed to ashes.

In a hurry, at least a dozen figures rose into the sky, including four-winged demon kings and six-winged demon kings, when facing the irresistible hand of the sky, these ink-blooded people chose to break through from different directions, in a vain attempt to escape from the heavens, but in front of the huge palm, all this was in vain.

When everything settled, a giant hand that was purely condensed by spiritual power appeared in front of Jiang Yuxuan, this giant hand was very large, covering all directions, imprinting everything under the giant hand, and the edge of the palm of this giant hand was only half an inch away from Jiang Yuxuan's toes.

Everything between heaven and earth was quiet, Jiang Yuxuan blinked, and then gasped, because just now this hand was pressed down, it seemed that except for Dracula who fled directly because he saw the opportunity first, the other six-winged demon kings and four-winged demon kings did not escape, which means that a stronghold that the ink-blooded people had been operating for tens of thousands of years was wiped out all of a sudden.

Dao Fengshou did not appear from beginning to end, in the direction of the Purple Qi Donglai City, the opponent was not the Supreme, Dao Fengshou was too lazy to move, and killing a few great saints with one blow was just a piece of cake for Zhang Fei to eat bean sprouts for the current Dao Fengshou.

The huge handprint disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a large, deeply concave palm print, half a meter deep, exuding a palpitating aura.

Under the palm print, it can be described as a mess, the head of a six-winged demon king was directly smashed, and the body was also suppressed into pieces of paper, very thin and thin, only three pairs of wings are still intact, this is the essence of the ink blood man's body, it seems that it has barely survived from the blow just now.

There were several four-winged demon kings in the distance, these people were directly suppressed into pieces by powerful forces, and their deaths were extremely miserable, their eyeballs burst directly, and they were lucky to be preserved, and there was a deep-seated fear in their eyes.

Jiang Yuxuan sighed as he walked, the Supreme is the Supreme, no matter how awesome the Great Sage is a scum in front of the Supreme, thinking about it, the strength of the Six-Winged Demon King Dracula is about the same as the King of Light and the King of Jairus, Dracula is a scum in front of Dao Fengshou, it seems that King Jairus and King Bright are similar, and he has tried his best to tie the supreme of Dao Fengshou to his chariot, which seems to be correct.

"Look for it, I have a living mouth, that person is not a Inkblood, it is likely that he is a prisoner of the Inkblood. Dao Fengshou's voice resounded in Jiang Yuxuan's ears.

Jiang Yuxuan's heart moved, the captives of the Ink-blooded people are interesting, I don't know who can be qualified to be the captives of the Ink-blooded people, you must know that the ink-blooded people are cruel and murderous, and many times they don't like to have captives.

Jiang Yuxuan searched for this huge palm print, and finally saw a purple figure in the center of the palm.

Jiang Yuxuan walked closer, and was taken aback when he saw it, the beauty Jiang Yuxuan had seen a lot, not to mention anything else, just Fu Qingshi, Su Yuyan and Mei Yuyao were the best in the world, which can be called the coexistence of beauty and temperament, but the purple figure in front of him was not inferior in comparison, and even surpassed in some aspects.

This is a ten-year-old girl, wearing a purple dress, purple hair, delicate facial features, fair and crystal clear skin, her eyes are slightly closed, her long eyelashes are flickering, like butterfly wings trembling gently.

The girl seemed to be asleep, as if she was a sleeping beauty, a jade beauty, a hazy and elegant fragrance spread on the girl's body, anyone as long as they sniffed it, there was a fluttering feeling.

"Girl, girl......" Jiang Yuxuan gently pushed the girl's body, but the girl was still motionless, as if she was asleep, in line with the common sense that the captives of the ink-blooded people were the friends of mankind, Jiang Yuxuan decided to take the girl back for good treatment.

"Good Peugeot girl. This was Su Yuyan's first reaction after seeing this woman.

"This woman should only be in heaven, and the world can smell it a few times. This is Fu Qingshi's exclamation.

"Chu Chu is moving, I see you very pitiful. This is Mei Yuyao's statement.

"Wow, what a punctual chick. "That's what the Chaos Donkey said.

"Okay, don't sigh, let's think about how to save people. Jiang Yuxuan was speechless, they all said that a woman is equal to five hundred ducks, and now there are three beauties and a donkey by his side, which is equivalent to fifteen hundred ducks and a donkey, which is just too much.

"Since this woman is a captive of the Ink Blood Man, then her life will not be in danger, but for some reason we don't know, so she didn't wake up, don't worry, tsk, the crystal clear skin with the purple hair, it can't be praised. Su Yuyan responded.

"This woman has a long breath, it seems that there is no big problem, it should be a drug such as seven days of drunkenness, and she can wake up when the time comes, tsk, her skin is too delicate, and she will definitely come out of the water if she grabs it. Mei Yuyao also commented and sighed.

"Don't worry, Childe, I'll take a look. Fu Qingshi was more kind, her fairy eyes swept over the purple-clothed girl's body, and finally said to Jiang Yuxuan. "Childe, don't worry, I analyzed the flow rate and direction of the girl's qi and blood, she should be able to wake up immediately. ”

"Wake up soon? That's good, I just have a stomach for asking. Jiang Yuxuan nodded and said.

Fu Qingshi's judgment was accurate, and sure enough, after no more than half a quarter of an hour, the girl's delicate body trembled, and then she saw her star-like eyes suddenly open, which were a pair of purple eyes, giving people a strange sense of mystery.

"Who are you? Don't come here. The girl's voice was soft, a little soft, and she curled up her slender and white legs in a defensive gesture, an instinctive reaction to the helpless girl's pessimism and despair.

"Don't worry, girl, you have been saved, the ink-blooded man who captured you is dead, we are human beings, human beings like you. Jiang Yuxuan pointed to himself and a few girls and said.

"The Inkblood is dead? That's great. The girl was overjoyed when she heard Jiang Yuxuan's words, but then she looked at Jiang Yuxuan with cautious eyes, "Humans are not good things, they are the same as the Ink Blood People." ”