Jin Feixi, the first woman who killed him?

Beixin's eyes gradually dizzled until his life disappeared completely

The black-robed man held Beixin in his arms, and couldn't bear to look at it directly, and the person who was originally like a flower instantly became a corpse.

Seeing that Lan Shengxue was not easy to deal with, and the current high priest was on par with him, the black-robed man decided to leave immediately.

Holding Beixin, as soon as he turned around and dragged Haotian, who was paralyzed with fright, on the ground, he was ready to leave.

"Want to go?" the High Priest replied, he said that the last thing he liked was a sneak attack!

His hands were lightly condensed, his hands were lightly bound, and the high priest's gaze became as deep and dark as the sea, and his lips hooked, and his fingertips overflowed with blue points of light, like the light of fireflies floating away from his fingertips, and the wind turned into a blue palm.

At this time, under the night sky, dark blue thunder flashed one after another, accompanied by the pouring out of blue power, as if there was a clutch controlling the power of thunder and lightning.

Seeing this, the black-robed man gasped, "This is the power against the sky."

'Smack-'

'Bang-'

The sound of thunderclaps was incessant, and the dark blue palm touched the black-robed man's clothes, and his body instantly caught fire.

The color of fire is blue, not red.

The black-robed man obviously cared too much about the Northern Flame Castle and refused to let go of Beixin and Haotian.

In his muffled snort, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and from his bosom he offered a small blood-red bead, the red light wrapped around the blue power, extinguishing the blue flame on his robe.

In the air, there was a smell of burning, which was where he was burned by fire, revealing his white bones

With the small red beads, the blue power no longer attacked Haotian.

For a while, red and blue met, you fought for me, and you couldn't be entangled.

Looking at this situation, if he stays here any longer, his old life will be gone.

But his treasures

Gritting his teeth with remorse, the black-robed man couldn't care about his treasures, and he disappeared into the night with the dead Beixin and the crippled Haotian.

The high priest smiled coldly, gathered his strength, stretched out his hand, and absorbed a red bead left by the black-robed man into his palm.

Looking at the sparkling fiery red beads in his palm, his light blue eyes reflected a hint of bewitching red.

The Blood Spirit Bead is here!

The night is dark, and dawn is coming.

It took nearly half of the night for the high priest to find out what he had done, and he was very unhappy!

Beixin's last words were the knot in his heart.

Beixin's last look was where he hated that woman!

But he really couldn't forget it

I can't forget the woman in the hot spring pool, who lingered with him to give him a warm and reassuring feeling

That person, is it really the North Heart?

Lan Shengxue stood quietly, and when she saw that everything that should have left was gone, she felt a little tired.

Tonight, she didn't seem to have slept for a minute.

Glancing at the trembling maids around her, Lan Shengxue pursed her lips, look, this high priest is harming people again, and it doesn't make people sleep well at night.

The matter was settled, and in two days, she was able to leave.

Thinking of this, she was in a very happy mood, very relaxed, and couldn't help yawning, "Lord Priest, it's almost dawn, shouldn't we go back to sleep?"