In the smoke of the rolling dust, the shadow stood up, and in an instant, her figure was in front of it, and raised her hand, and its huge figure rose into the air. Looking at the woman in front of it, it struggled, only to find that its body could not move.

It looked up at her, but saw that her cold face was expressionless, her dark eyes could not see any emotion, looking at it indifferently, her fingers moved, the demonic energy on its body flowed continuously, and the black power floated to her palm.

She's sucking its power?!

"What are you doing? What are you?" it panicked, feeling the power in its body being swallowed up little by little, and its body was rapidly shrinking.

The demon is born from the demonic energy, and once there is no demonic energy, it will soon disappear, like the silk that has been peeled, and what she is depriving is its life.

"Stop, stop!" it panicked, roaring frantically, snarling at her.

Within the scorched earth, the demonic aura was soaring, and on her body, there was a demonic aura like darkness, enveloping the entire formation.

Outside the valley, the old Taoist priest was sitting on a tree, drinking wine with Erlang's legs crossed, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the demonic qi steaming outside the array, and the action of drinking stopped, his expression became serious, and he stood up.

The black demonic aura soared into the sky, obscuring the sky.

In the Nine Heavens, in the white and immaculate Yuehua Hall like broken jade, Emperor Huayao, who was guarding the Heavenly Fall, suddenly opened his eyes, and in front of him was the artifact Heavenly Fall that was frozen by the Heavenly Dao in the suspended air, and in the white crystal stone, the black artifact trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound, and the crystal stone made an unstable sound.

"Yan Gu, are you back again?" Hua Yao stood up, staring at the buzzing artifact, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and his fingers were slightly pinched in his white sleeves.

And in just a moment, inside the crystal stone, the artifact returned to tranquility, and the crystal stone returned to its luster, no longer trembling, quietly suspended in the center of the temple, motionless.

In the White Dragon Valley, the old Taoist priest stared at the demonic qi in the waterfall, and only felt that something was wrong, such a demonic qi, what happened inside?

He put away the wine gourd, got up and stood in front of the stone, stretched out his hand, urged the formation, and the black demonic qi in the waterfall swallowed out, and he flew up, passed through the waterfall, and broke into the formation.

In the levitation path, she noticed that someone was coming in, her black eyes moved, let go, her eyes instantly returned to normal, she lost consciousness and fell to the ground, and her body changed back to the appearance of fifteen or sixteen years old, and she fell to the ground, and the healing wounds on her body cracked open again, as if nothing had happened.

Falling to the ground, his body shrank by half, the demon shadow looked up at her panting, his eyes were full of murder, he got up and wanted to make a move, he noticed that someone had entered, it stopped, turned his head to look in the direction where the old Taoist priest had entered, turned around and turned into a thick ink, burrowed into the corner, and disappeared.

Passing through the valley, the old Taoist priest stepped into the scorched earth realm, stood in front of Su Dandan, stared at her with bruises all over her body, retracted his gaze indifferently, turned around, and quickly found the position of the scorched earth.

One is half dead, the other is unconscious.

The old Taoist priest stretched out his palm, the fairy sword behind his back flew into his hand, a sword, the cold light flashed, he looked down at the cold, raised his hand, and stabbed him in the heart with a sword.

Suddenly, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and he caught his sword with his bare hands, and his cold eyes were full of evil spirits.

"Stinky Taoist, you are looking for death. ”

The words fell, he broke the sword with his bare hands and kicked it, the old Taoist priest hurriedly retreated, but he was still kicked by him, he flew over, the cold sword in his palm condensed out, and on his body, the purple power quickly condensed, and the faint streamer condensed the sword body endlessly.

His power, back.