'Bang-bang——!'

After two broken explosions, Yue Qimei slowly turned around and walked towards Qiziju.

She looked at the smoky gray sky in the distance, and her eyes seemed to be able to break through these obstacles, and see the Holy Demon Temple that she could not step into at the moment.

sighed slightly in her heart, the death of Tong Qiuyue and the man in case made her unwilling to be touched by a touch of sympathy for the same disease in the future, she laughed at herself in the bottom of her heart, and it should be said that the death of a rabbit and a fox hurt her.

She is not a sacrifice, compared to Tong Qiuyue, her status is lower, if it weren't for Ye Jintian, she would have been sacrificed.

In front of Long Xiuzhu, including Ye Jintian, they don't have the strength to fight at all now, in the Holy Demon Cave, Long Xiuzhu's strong rise and demonic talent can simply keep pace with Wen Yiming, and even surpass it.

He knows very well that Long Xiuzhu's feelings for Tong Qiuyue are sometimes like a brother, a big brother, and sometimes like a pair of lovers.

If there is anyone among them who is likely not to be sacrificed, it is only Tong Qiuyue.

Now that Tong Qiuyue is dead, he and Ye Jintian have completely embarked on the road of no return, and Long Xiuzhu has even more reason to sacrifice the two of them.

He had seen irritability in Tim Ye's eyes before, and she was not.

The two sacrifices were lost in vain, how to improve their combat power to compete with Long Xiuzhu?

When she walked into her secret room, Yue Qimei's mind suddenly appeared Tong Qiuyue's expression before she died, that was reminiscing about the past in remorse, she didn't know what Tong Qiuyue was recalling? But from that smile, it can be seen that her memories are very beautiful, perhaps the only pure land in her heart.

For some reason, she guessed that Wen Yiming existed in Tong Qiuyue's memories, because she knew that Tong Qiuyue's brother and sister had grown up with Wen Yiming since they were children.

"Wen Yiming..."

Yue Qimei muttered to herself, with a wry smile on her face, and there was a hint of envy in her wry smile.

She envied Tong Qiang for having such a brother, knowing that the altar was a tiger's den in Longtan, and accompanied by the invasion and forcibly rescued his parents.

She envied Ling Qingping, she had been jealous of this woman for countless times, jealous that she could become the world-famous Divine Seal Streamer, and there was also the commercial empire of Shenzhou Military Industry behind her, if she had these resources, why was she afraid of Long Xiuzhu?

That woman was once under her aura, but she didn't expect to come from behind, and she became a generation of grandmasters, and was admired by thousands of people in the four domains.

She had been madly jealous of Wen Yiming, why was she also a disciple and she achieved Ling Qingping partially?

She thinks she broke away from the dragon soul for a reason, and there is nothing wrong with that.

Now, all the reasons were wiped out with a sigh from her.

Look at the Holy Soul team, which also gathered the geniuses of the whole world, but now they are fragmented, scattered sand, and only the three of them are left, including Long Xiuzhu.

What about the Dragon Soul?

People are self-made, but they have become strong all the way and will never give up.

Yue Qimei was stunned for a long time, and she smiled gloomily.

"You're a good captain, but it's a pity I chose the wrong one..."

Muttering to herself, she didn't have the slightest intention of cultivating, and at this moment, she had some understanding of the mood of the man at that time.

She knew very well that Long Xiuzhu would not let her go, because she was a sacrifice and the other party's cultivation resources.

Wen Yiming also wouldn't let her go, those who died at the hands of the Shadow Legion in Shuangcheng were inseparable from their altar.

In case the man is waiting for Tong Qiang, he is in a helpless dilemma of life and death.

And she also felt helpless, the world is so big, there is no place for her.

Tim Yip is her only ally, but she understands that when she is needed, the other party will also abandon her, or use it as a sacrifice to improve her combat effectiveness.

Tim Yip has endured for decades, and she knows that this man has powerful hole cards, and he has never been exposed even if he faces death in the Holy Demon Cave.

She felt a little scared, Ye Jintian would rather die than expose his hole cards in front of Long Xiuzhu, what kind of hole cards is this?

This is the reason why she still stays at the altar and relies on Tim Yip, she hopes that Tim Yip's hidden hole card can compete with Long Xiuzhu.

Ye Jintian was also unable to enter the secret room at the moment, breathing deeply and breathing, before he looked in the direction of the Holy Demon Temple, clenched his fists, and said in a low voice: "Don't force me to ......"

Wen Yiming was extremely nervous when he approached the exit, in case the secret shortcut provided by the man did solve his urgent need, and then his straight-line probe also detected five dead soldiers of the peak god of war were rapidly surrounding.

The still water of washing phase combined with the recovery of high-grade elixirs allowed him to recover his true yuan to three percent in a short period of time, and in the face of the exit wall that had long been sealed, Wen Yiming shot a dragon gun and killed wildly, including the disciples of the altar and the dead of the altar.

The group killing intent was pressed into a piece and released, and the one-handed dragon spear was killed, and the other hand continued to blast out the true yuan big hand, he needed to consume quickly to stimulate the unyielding attribute of the dragon spear.

Among them, there is the existence of the god of war, and their death made Wen Yiming's soul stealing scroll begin to stack combat power, although it is small, but he has a different feeling from the past, that is, to restore the true element while stacking combat power.

Wen Yiming felt strange, didn't he say that the Soul Stealing Scroll had recovered its spiritual power? How did it become a true element, could it be that several Heavenly Thunder Tribulations had caused the Soul Stealing Scroll to mutate.

Without thinking too much, the dragon spear flew, the spear and flesh flew sideways, and almost no one dared to shake its edge except for the dead soldiers.

Before the five peak war god-level dead soldiers arrived, he wanted to forcibly break through and rush out of the altar.

At the critical moment, the sound of fighting came from the exit thousands of meters away.

"The breath of a crushing attack?"

Wen Yiming was shocked, and the next moment he burst out laughing, and he teleported away with a dragon spear to kill and kill a bloody way.

The breath coming from the front was obviously the time-limited move of the Eight Tartars, and the war was crushed.

A straight line probe swept out, as he expected, Tong Qiang was full of worries on the front, and the Ruyi shield blocked most of the attacks, allowing the eight Tartars behind him to let go.

'——!Boom'

The crushing damage of the sky-supporting spear blasted out a great avenue, and the dust was everywhere it passed.

Another bang...

The earthquake trembled, and a group of men in black fell to the ground.

A shocking steel fist spat out of the ground...

Deng Aowei's Fist of the Earth!

More than that, Hao Tianxiao, who had a halo of courage, and Yang Tianhao, who was full of red light, rushed left and right like tigers entering a flock of sheep.

In the smoke and dust, a circle of colorless light curtains covered a radius of hundreds of meters, and the ethereal sound of the piano lingered continuously.

The Mu of the Five Tones followed the whole process, so that everyone was like a tiger with wings, Cui Lang drove in the air in the center, and the Extinction Poker flew in all directions as if it were infinite, and the sound of the Sigh became a film.

When it was decided to enter the altar to receive them, it was decided that no matter what the enemy's situation was, they would start the strongest attack as soon as they entered.

The decision was not wrong, before they landed, they were shocked by the crowd of people in black, but fortunately, they had been prepared, and a wave of offensive broke through the sealing of the door.

"Hahaha..."

In the concentration aura perception, Wen Yiming laughed wildly, and the dragon soul came to help, which made his confidence skyrocket.

(End of chapter)