Long Huanshan pouted, Wang Ruoling's behavior was simply hanging his appetite. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Song Yat-sen closed his hands burning with red flames in front of his chest, and slowly opened them, pulling open a long gauze scarf woven by flames, and suddenly the thin layer of gauze scarf shattered into pieces of flame feathers and floated towards his rushing puppet, the feathers seemed to be light, but when they touched the puppet, they directly knocked it off the ground, and together with the puppet behind him, they stayed away from Song Yat-sen, and the charred black and stiff body could not get up for a long time.

"The large-scale attack of the fire attribute is really enviable!" Qin Lanfeng also bowed down at this time, and a dagger transformed from the dark attribute aura appeared between his hands, the dagger was somewhat transparent, and the moonlight penetrated, imprinting an illusory shadow on the ground.

She seemed to sigh, and stood in place brandishing a dark-colored dagger, shooting countless spiritual qi in the air and slashing at those mindless creatures that could move forward, bringing out blood-red liquid that spilled into the sky.

Long Huanshan frowned and looked at these seriously injured puppets, several people who even had their internal organs falling out were still getting up and moving forward, and the blood-red flesh hanging from the wounds looked quite oozing, "These people can only completely destroy them into ashes." She muttered quietly.

"Hmm. Yes, little pets, you're right, the only way to make them completely useless is to turn to ashes. The old man suddenly said in that dull reverberant voice again, while also squinting at Song Yat-sen.

Among the three, Song Yat-sen's lethality was undoubtedly the greatest, and the puppet joints that had been burned by the flames were already stiff and could no longer get up.

The old man's fingers, like the roots of a withered tree, began to caress the ring that reflected the faint moonlight again, and suddenly out of the red smoke came out wisps of yellow smoke, each strand of yellow was far apart, but the distance between each wisp was staggering, as if those yellow were the heart of the array.

Suddenly, the yellow wisp of yellow unfolded pale yellow aura cover all the brainless creatures in the middle, and they moved forward together, and those already injured puppets were gradually recovering from their injuries!

Long Huanshan looked at the people around her, the hideous wounds on their bodies were healing at an extremely rapid trend, and even the speed of progress seemed to be getting faster, and the three people who protected her were forced to gradually retreat and approach her.

This can't be done, Long Huanshan held Xiao Yan with one hand and waved the other, wanting to release the Holy Flame for large-scale incineration, but she suddenly found that no matter how she controlled it, there was always a feeling of emptiness, as if she had no aura in her body at all!

This can't be!" she frowned suddenly, and continued to move her palm, controlling the wandering aura in her body to gather in her palm, but there was always a sense of powerlessness.

What about her aura? Why can't it be released!

She was very anxious, and when she looked at the group of puppets who were getting tighter and tighter, she was even more anxious, you, release me quickly!

Song Yat-sen snorted, and the flame attack he released suddenly became larger, directly swinging away the puppets in this circle.

The old man suddenly laughed and said, "Not bad little boy, if you are made into a puppet, you must be a very useful blue-level living puppet!

Suddenly, Long Huanshan saw a blue light shoot at Song Yat-sen, and she didn't even think about it, and immediately dropped Xiao Yan and spread her wings to meet the flying blue light.

"Poof!" she didn't see what the blue was, but the blow shattered the bones in her chest, and the sharp point of the broken bones pierced into her internal organs, and the sharp object that hit her seemed to be a sharp object, directly piercing her skin, piercing her chest, and even entering the ball of light!

"Bang!" her body was thrown backwards due to gravity, hitting Song Yat-sen's back directly, and Song Yat-sen turned around and held her up.

There was a huge puddle of blood on her chest, and the crimson blood that was constantly spilling down the pit was spreading down, and at this time, the blood pit was still bubbling with black and white aura, and she felt the power in her body flowing.

Only then did she realize that it was a puppet emitting blue smoke, and these puppets should have different effects in different colors.

"Shan'er!" Wang Ruoling and Qin Lanfeng shouted at the same time, but the puppets that attacked them forced them to pull away.

"How are you?" Song Yixian held her against her body with one hand, and the other hand was still releasing the feather of flames.

"It's fine. She directly shook off Song Yat-sen's hand, what else could she do?

She endured the pain, and the leakage of the aura also made her meridians temporarily have aura, "Old man, you forced me!" She spread her wings and suddenly flew into the sky, quickly bringing out a dark red spring gushing down, and blood was sprinkled everywhere she passed, including the old man.

A feeling of prostration hit, she felt an unprecedented feeling of powerlessness, at this time, even the pain in her body was not obvious, maybe this is the benefit of death, it will never hurt again.

"Bang!" she fell headlong to the ground.

"Ahh

Long Huanshan fought with the last trace of aura that stayed in his body and launched the dark red curse.

The old man suddenly clutched his chest in her upside-down vision, his face became distorted, his mouth was wide open, and after a while, black blood gushed out of his mouth, bubbling with a thick black swamp gas, "Bang!" He fell to his knees and fell asleep with his hands around his neck.

At this moment, the living puppets in that circle did the same actions as him, and finally turned into a faint swamp gas and spread towards the inky black sky, leaving only the empty shell of the old man, and the empty black eye sockets hidden endless hatred!

Well, the old man should be dead, but she's almost dead, damn she hasn't finished the explanation that the neurotic old man told her!

In the dim sight, she saw Wang Ruoling crying, Qin Lanfeng seemed to be shaking her body, and Song Yixian just looked at her blankly, her eyes were a little dull......

It was the first time she saw such a helpless Song Yat-sen, like a helpless child watching her parents die, she raised her hand slightly, wanting to comfort the helpless eyes, but as soon as she raised her hand, she was caught by Wang Ruoling, and she cried very sadly.

She squeezed out a smile at Wang Ruoling with a lot of effort and said, "You...... Guys...... It's okay...... Just ......"

The world is in powerless, forever plunged into darkness......

"No!—" The girl's shrill voice cut through the lonely night, but she could not hear the echo in the vast and endless darkness.