"It's you people...... Killed the little fox and the big mountain ......"

Eight Desolations turned his head, his face contorted, staring at the head in front of him. Suddenly, he found that the hand holding the elven dagger stopped in mid-air, unable to move, as if someone had immobilized him. In the distance, she exhaled lightly, and in desperation, she shot a few confinement talismans at the head of Ge, and fixed him in place.

Eight Desolation's face turned pale, her eyes turned pitch black, and ink-colored tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and fell to the ground, like thick ink, quickly rendering, forming a large ink-colored shadow under her feet.

"That being the case...... Go down and bury them."

Eight Desolations let out a fierce shout, and the shadow under her feet quickly expanded to the surrounding area, climbing up to the body of the head of Ge, who stabbed with his sword in panic, but the sharp elven short sword in his hand could not pierce the shadow that was clinging to his body. He struggled constantly, and his eyes were stained with a heavy layer of ink, which was soon engulfed by the inky shadow.

As soon as the breeze blew, the inky shadow dispersed, and with a "snap", a shiny elven short sword fell to the ground, but the figure of the head of the head was gone.

Everyone stopped fighting, and looked at the Eight Desolations not far away with a horrified expression, that head of Ge Ke was a powerhouse of the third-order realm of the Immortal Realm, and in the blink of an eye, he was killed by this unarmed elf woman! Who is this elf woman? What is that inky shadow?

Yan Shiyuan opened a pair of small eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "This is...... I didn't expect that there would be elves in the realm of elves who can control the power of death!"

"The power of death?" Pregnant Qiao's eyebrows condensed slightly, and she became a little curious about the elven woman in front of her.

He nodded lightly and said, "Although there are many kinds of elven powers, they can be roughly divided into light elves with light power and dark elves with dark power. Among them, the power of light spirits is relatively strong, such as spirits that can control the power of gold and fire. The Dark Elves are relatively weak, and they are adept at stealth and summoning evil forces to fight. But among the dark elves, there is one elven power that surpasses all the elven powers, and that is the power of death! Even His Highness Aaron, who has the power of divine light, cannot match it!"

"So powerful?"

Glancing at the silver elven short sword on the ground, he said, "An elf with the power of death can lay an enchantment around her body in a very short period of time, trapping the enemy inside! Within that enchantment, she is the god of death who controls the fate of others! No matter how powerful a person is, she can't break free!"

The black clouds in mid-air were getting thicker and thicker, and Eight Desolations lowered her head, her face was dark, and the inky shadow under her feet was gradually expanding, forming a huge vortex that kept spinning around her body. The man in black who was swept into the whirlpool didn't even let out a scream, and disappeared!

"Oh no! this witch is trying to kill us all...... Get out of here!" Sumi shouted, turning and running backwards.

Pregnant Joe reached out to pull Aaron, but Aaron pounced on Aden next to the whirlpool.

"Aaron, come back, you're dying?"

Pregnant Qiao stomped his feet and rushed over, the clue of the Elf King's seal was on Aaron, and only he could open the cave of the first Elf King. There was even a faint feeling in her heart that the cave of the first Elven King was closely related to the entrance to the next level of the Infernal Hell. If you want to leave the realm of the elves, Aaron can't die!

A white shadow rushed forward and hugged Pregnant Qiao, trying to block her way, but it was too late, Aden, Aaron, Pregnant Qiao and the white figure that flew over were swallowed by the inky vortex in an instant.

"Sister!"

Ying Gou's eyes were about to split, and he was about to rush into the whirlpool with the turquoise Tai knife scissors, but he was stunned by the palm of the palm beside him, and he glanced at the whirlpool with a sad face, and pulled Ying Gou to retreat quickly behind him.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Soul Eater Rakshasa turned and fled. Although the Swift Ghost Night Beggar was close to the vortex, his speed was so fast that he narrowly avoided the vortex impact. Ding Yi was caught up in that whirlpool.

"Ding Yi!"

Ding Rengao snorted, and wanted to go to Latin Yi's hand, but he grabbed it. He turned around and pleaded with Luo Meng and Ye begging behind him, "Save him...... Please, both of you, save my brother......"

Soul Eater Rakshasa snorted coldly and said, "This woman is crazy, Luo doesn't want to take his own life!"

Ding Ren threw himself at Luo Meng's feet, hugged his calves, and cried bitterly: "Hurry up and think of a way...... You're a powerhouse in the Wonderland! you can definitely clean up that demon girl's ......."

Luo Meng kicked Ding Ren away and shouted angrily: "Get out! You people from the Sanren Gang defected to the Demon Sect, just to get the cultivation techniques of the Demon Sect." Although the cultivation techniques of the Demon Sect can quickly improve their strength, they are not worthy of cultivation by all cats and dogs! The Demon Sect is just using you people when it is employing people! If you want to get the cultivation techniques of the Demon Sect, wait for a few hundred years! Haha, haha"

After Luo Meng finished speaking, he and the swift ghost night beggar turned into two black shadows and fled.

Ding Ren glared hatefully at the back of Luo Meng and Ye Qi leaving, and the gloomy aura in his eyes flashed away. He avoided the inky whirlpool beneath his feet, but he refused to leave......

It was pitch black all around, and she felt that her body was being pressed by something heavy, and she was almost out of breath. There was a sound of breathing in her ears, and she frowned, and said in her heart: Could it be a person who is pressing herself? She stretched out her hand and pushed the person hard, but she didn't push it. Pregnant Qiao bit her lip, gathered her strength, and slapped the man hard.

"Hmm"

The man let out a low groan and slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at each other, the breathing of the two people was entangled in one place, and Pregnant Qiao's expression suddenly became a little flustered.

"Wenren, aren't you going to roll off me?" Pregnant Qiao punched Wenren, but her hands were grabbed by Wenren.

"Stinky girl, why are you beating me? I'm here to save you, you don't know what to do!"

Pregnant Qiao stiffened her neck and said, "Who wants you to come to save me with hypocrisy? If it weren't for your brother's affection, I would have killed you right now to avenge the revenge of the three arrows outside the city of Yunshen Hill!"

Wen Ren raised his eyebrows, hooked his lips and smiled, and said, "You will repay you!"

"Smelling the ......"

A voice came from behind Pregnant Qiao and Wenren, who pulled Pregnant Qiao to stand up and turned his head to look behind him. In the darkness, a woman dressed in green slowly walked out.