"Alas, I didn't expect to fight hard today, but I still couldn't keep this young dragon, this business is a loss......"

"Boy, if you have a chance to live, don't forget what you promised me!"

The old shaman's voice and smile back then, possessing his soul for his own life, and finally until his soul flew away and his bones were gone, as if it had just happened yesterday, it was as vivid as if it was tearing Li Yunluo's heart, and the circle of beads on Ambrun's chest was not the "Gathering Bead" of the shamanic vein that impressed him the most.

"Fat man~" In a drowsy mood, Li Yunluo weakly squeezed out a soft call from between his teeth, but suddenly, as if he was suddenly awake again, he suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Jin Wenyao, who was still desperately supporting, and shouted loudly: "Jin Wenyao! Who told you to bring her here? Hurry up and escape! Take Ambron and run away! How far to escape, how far to escape! Fast! ”

Almost hoarse, Li Yunluo almost frantically roared loudly at Jin Wenyao, who was still holding on to the battlefield, this time, not only Liu Fei'er on the side was so frightened that the agent was at a loss on the spot, even Li Bo on the side was a little stunned, not knowing why Li Yunluo was so crazy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"No~ Amblun can't have an accident, just because of me, the shaman lineage has lost an important ancestor, if something goes wrong with Amblon at this time, I'm afraid I will never have the shame to face the shamans in the world in the future, and I can't let the shamanism be completely wiped out because of me~" While thinking, Li Yunluo's heart seemed to be chopping and slashing with thousands of knives and axes.

"You're Li Yunluo, right?" Suddenly, the clear and distant voice sounded softly in Li Yunluo's ears again, and subconsciously, he turned his head and looked at Amblun with a flat face.

"Since I was a child, I have been instilled that my life belongs to the whole clan, and my grandfather told me before he left the mountain that if he can't go back, then my life, and even the life of the whole clan, should all belong to you, but now, my life only belongs to the little fat brother, and you have no right to decide what I should do."

The quiet and cold words slashed at Li Yunluo's chest like a sharp knife, and Amblon no longer looked at his expression, turned around and took the weird pose just now again.

"An ......" Li Yunluo opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn't know how to say it at all, yes, now he doesn't even have the qualifications to talk to her, Bai Nachabu, he already owes too much.

"Yunluo, don't worry, Xiaoya is very powerful." While constantly resisting the attack in front, Jin Wenyao gasped and took the time to throw out a sentence to Li Yunluo behind him.

Looking at Ambron again, after standing in the posture just now, slowly began to draw circles with both hands, and as the circle continued to expand, the bells everywhere on her body began to ring incessantly, and then, I saw that her arms suddenly retracted to her chest and crossed, and at the same time, her feet were together, and her body gradually squatted, and at this time, the bell that had just been made seemed to be all silent, without the slightest sound.

Suddenly, a melodious bagpipe-like sound slowly came out of her throat, intermittently melodious and tactful, Li Bo and Liu Fei'er, who heard this sound for the first time, were naturally very surprised, but for Li Yunluo, this sound was really familiar.

"The voice of the shaman?" Li Bo, who heard such a voice, suddenly looked stunned, and stared at the movement in the field with a relieved expression.

"Doctor, do you know that voice?" Seeing Dr. Li's expression, Li Yunluo on the side couldn't help but be a little curious.

"I've heard before, shamans will make a special voice to communicate with God when they practice, although I know a thing or two before, but I have never really seen it, it seems that this girl does have some doorways." Li Bo said in his mouth, but the expression on his face did not mean to be relaxed at all.

"Oh? It is rare that there are still people in the Wu clan in northern Xinjiang who can reach such a realm, but the soul invited by the great witch may not be able to enter the eyes of the ancestors. Hearing this distant voice, Chu Mingxuan in front of him was stunned for a moment, but then immediately calmed down again, just glanced over there indifferently, and then began to attack Jin Wenyao's earth shield with all his strength again.

In fact, the current Jin Wenyao is also complaining, since he comprehended the rules of the thick earth, the earth shield that has fused the rules has basically not encountered a force that can compete with it, after all, it is a solid and thick rule, and it is not just a simple accumulation of energy, so in the face of the holy rank powerhouse, he also dares to think that even if he can't beat the other party, if he blindly seeks self-preservation, the other party can't do anything about him.

However, Lao Dao's first attack completely shattered his beautiful illusions, the power that can restrain the rules is still the power of the rules, and the five elements of the sword that integrates the rules of thunder and lightning are simply a headache for Jin Wenyao, although he tries his best to deal with it every time, but his divine sense is also bearing the impact again and again.

For Chu Mingxuan, the little fat man in front of him was like a turtle shell, no matter how much strength he exerted to attack the other party, the result was only the shattering of the shield and the dissipation of the sword, so in a hurry, he could only attack quickly and continuously.

And for Jin Wenyao, the situation is much worse, he underestimates the strong man of the Holy Rank too much, although it is a stalemate situation at the moment, but the strong man of the Holy Rank is far from being able to compare with him in terms of the strength of his divine sense or spiritual power, or the subtle control of the rules, seeing that the time is delayed, the other party's offensive has not weakened in the slightest, but in a hurry, it is already the end of the strong crossbow, and it is becoming more and more powerless.

"Wow~"

"Wow~"

Suddenly, a burst of pleasant bells seemed to be heavenly sounds, accompanied by a long chanting sound from behind him, and he looked back in a hurry, only to see Amblun's feet behind him rotating slowly as the axis, and with the rotation and jumping, the bells on his body rhythmically continued to make a crisp sound.

At this time, the most surprised is Li Yunluo, he has seen the old shaman's shaman dance with his own eyes, and compared to the old shaman back then, Ambrun's dance at this time is more light and graceful, if the old shaman's dance is like a war dance full of mystery and vicissitudes, then Ambron is more like a real dancing butterfly.

Moreover, the memory of the old shaman's ritual of inviting the gods is still fresh, which made Li Yunluo find the problem at the beginning, Ambulun's dance is much simpler than that of the old shaman, and at the same time, the momentum exuded by the whole body is much faster than that of the old shaman.

After a few seconds, Amblem, who was still dancing, suddenly stopped moving, and then pushed forward with one palm on his arms as if he had done at the beginning, and took a light step forward with his back hunched over.

"Whoa!"

There was only a short light ring, and the bells everywhere were calm again, but only for a moment, I saw her holding the sky with both palms and pressing the ground for a point, and at the same time turning forward again, but this time she touched the ground with one foot, and stepped forward with the other foot but did not touch the ground.

"Whoa!"

"Whoa!"

"Whoa!"

In this way, Amblon took one step at a time, and every step changed into an extremely strange posture, and as the body moved forward, with each step, the momentum of the whole person would skyrocket a lot, and after only five steps, the momentum of the whole person was no weaker than Chu Mingxuan in front of him.