Ao Ling'er and Huangpu Yue led everyone and flew into the Netherworld army in an instant. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Gurgling, Gurgling"

Ao Ling'er's eyes widened, what is this thing talking about.

As soon as Ao Ling'er's feet landed, she heard the black man surrounded by the cloak on the other side muttering that she didn't know what he was saying.

"Damn, girl, my mother doesn't know you, what are you talking about. ”

I can't help but say that Ao Ling'er is a flyer, and the people of the past are instantly wiped out.

After solving the problem, Ao Linger muttered, I don't know what crazy this thing is, just say it, and say those you don't understand, isn't this a deliberate death.

Ao Ling'er's actions have successfully improved the morale of the monks behind him, as the old saying goes, one drum and then decline, three and exhaustion, the leader of the war has to improve morale as the first priority.

All the monks received the order, and in an instant, all of them volatilized the Qianyuan condensed in their hands.

As the war progressed, the blood on the ground gradually pooled into a stream and flowed out of the shallows, and the wailing and screaming were endless.

Ao Ling'er looked at these endless Netherworld people, and couldn't figure out why her own people had killed so many people, but this Netherworld was still as many as it was at the beginning.

Minutes and seconds passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was a day, and the sky was still shining with colorful lights. But if you look closely, you will find that the color of this light is no longer as gorgeous as before.

And the Netherworld in front of him is still as prosperous as before, and the number of people not only has not decayed, but has become more and more, this phenomenon is seen by everyone present.

"Damn, what the hell are these black things? Why are they so difficult?"

"Watch your back, be careful, although these people are low in strength, but once their black qi invades our body, it will be miserable at that time. ”

"Hmph, grandma's, you can't kill it no matter how you kill it, this battle can't be fought. ”

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Ao Ling'er waved the long sword in her hand, cutting everything like a radish on a person's head, and when she heard the group of people behind her talk like this, she was also helpless, what this person said was extremely true.

I have been attacking here, but people seem to be unaware, just blindly rushing forward, without hesitation, once contaminated with the black gas they emit, there is only one end, demonization.

Just like the people he had seen in Mozhu Immortal Island before.

It's shocking to watch.

The Netherworld people rushed forward desperately, as if it was not a person in front of them, but a thing, no matter what you do, as long as there is something in their way, they will attack.

Although the Netherworld Clan has no combat effectiveness, but now it really makes everyone's mind sink, the strong are afraid of the horizontal, and the horizontal is afraid of dying.

Now such a fatal attack is also unsettling.

Moreover, there are no people in the family, but there are no people, but these people are mortals, how can there be a time when the Qianyuan is exhausted, and when that time comes, won't it be like the fish on the display board, to be slaughtered.

Seeing that there are fewer and fewer Qianyuan, there are more and more Netherworld Clans in front of him.

Let everyone's heart sink.

What about now?

"Huangpu Yue, what is your layout in the previous month, and now this situation?"

Seeing Huangpu's indifferent look, Ao Ling'er suddenly had a bad premonition, this product will not ......