Ze Wei suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, facing the oppression of this ball of light, it seemed that Ze Wei could not resist. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sound of "tearing, tearing, pulling" sounded, and small gaps began to appear in the golden iron mesh, and the gaps continued to expand.

At this moment, in the distance in the sky, a fiery red light flashed quickly, coming to the top of Fang Yan's head.

On the top of Fang Yan's head, he turned back and forth, as if he was confirming something.

The concentric lock in Fang Yan's hand was brilliant, a brilliance full of divine aura emerged, and a shadow slowly appeared, and that shadow was poetry.

It's just that at this time, the poetry and art have no owner, and the eyes are godless, and the behavior is even more dull, wearing ancient costumes, as if a person has wandered from ancient times to this world.

Shiyi floated in front of Fang Yan, and saw her open hands, as if she was guarding Fang Yan, but unfortunately, her eyes were blank, like a doll without any thoughts.

The fiery red light that surrounded Fang Yan's head, as soon as he saw this poetry, he quickly rushed towards the forehead of poetry.

The fiery red light did not enter Shiyi's forehead.

On his forehead, which was extremely white, a mark like a flame immediately appeared, but this mark was white.

As soon as the mark appeared, the sacred aura on Shiyi's body became even stronger, and people couldn't help but want to worship.

Shiyi closed his godless eyes, and when he opened them again, he was completely different and extremely smart.

I saw her say weirdly: "Hey, third sister." ”

Immediately afterward, she ignored the ball of light, and her hand moved slightly towards the ball of light, and around the ball of light, milky white light appeared out of thin air, surrounding the ball of light.

The ball of light was rampaging inside, but the milky white light that surrounded the ball of light was shrinking tightly.

When Ze Wei saw this scene, he immediately pinched a few more spells.

I saw that the broken iron net immediately split out and turned into iron chains again.

The chain quickly tied up the milky white light that was still shrinking, and then helped the milky light to compress it together, which was bound to burst the ball of light trapped inside.

Outside, "It's strange, why hasn't Xiaoling come out yet, it shouldn't be that something happened." ”

A stranger beside Yan Long stepped forward and said, "General, if not, we will go in now, we are also here to protect the chairman, we can't stay outside like this and do nothing." ”

Yan Long thought for a while and said, "Okay,"

Then Yan Long ordered: "Everyone, you have worked hard, help me take down the traitor of the Imperial Department, the Blood Eagle." ”

"Yes. Immediately behind Yan Long, there were responses.

Inside.

The ball of light of thunder and lightning finally couldn't resist the pressure from the outside, and finally shattered.

Although the ball of light had been destroyed, Fang Yan and Ze Wei still didn't dare to relax, because the owner who made this ball of light was still in mid-air, confronting the suspended poetry.

"Third sister, what are you doing here?" Shiyi asked slightly.

"Hmph, I didn't know I had a sister of the Virgin. After Wan'er finished speaking, she pointed with one hand again, and a lightning bolt appeared.

This lightning rushed straight towards poetry like a broken army.

I saw Shiyi raise his jade hand slightly, slowly and gently wiped it in the void, and the lightning disappeared without a trace strangely.

Shiyi raised his jade hand and wiped it towards the void, and Fang Yan noticed that Shiyi's gentle touch had almost squeezed out all his mana.

The throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spat out.

In the distance, Shiyi herself suddenly realized that she had just been drained of most of her mana, so that she suddenly couldn't stand steadily, fell to the ground, and didn't have the strength to get up again.

It turned out that it was the concentric lock on Shiyi's hand that absorbed the power of Fang Yan far away from other places, and used Fang Yan's power to maintain the mark on Shiyi's forehead in ancient times.

And the concentric lock in Fang Yan's hand also absorbed the power of poetry far away, and used it to maintain the ancient projection of poetry, so the two of them would suddenly feel that their power was forcibly extracted.

The poetry of the ancient projection, I still want to say something, suddenly, she held her head in her hands, looking painful, and the sacred aura on her body was also slowly transforming, turning into an eerie and terrifying atmosphere, wearing a white costume, and also changed back to a black costume, with a peaceful face, and became full of hideousness.

I saw Shiyi slowly come to Fang Yan's side, smiling cruelly, and grabbing Fang Yan's forehead with one hand.

Frightened, Fang Yan immediately closed his eyes.

For a long time, the imaginary pain did not come, but his face came with a gentle touch.

Fang Yan opened his eyes.

What he saw was a white dress, a peaceful smile, eyes full of love, and slender jade hands, gently caressing his face.

Fang Yan felt weird, suddenly the change arose, the white-clothed poetry disappeared again, the black-clothed poetry reappeared, and attacked Fang Yan again, even Huan'er, who was also in mid-air, looked at the abnormal behavior of the poetry, and was deeply puzzled.

This was repeated five or six times, and finally, when Fang Yan vomited blood again, the projection of poetry suddenly exploded.

One after another, the iron chains tied up Ze Wei and Fang Yan, pulled the two of them underground, and escaped from underground.

"Hmph, trying to escape? "Lou'er chased after her.

As soon as Fang Yan and the others left, many supernatural beings came, and Yan Long followed closely.

Facing the empty back garden, Yan Long was deeply confused.

"Report to the general. A stranger reported to the dragon.

Say. Yanlong said.

"General, we found a dying man in the back garden. ”

"Dying?" Yan Long was overjoyed in his heart, thinking that this person was definitely Fang Yan, but his sister went there again, which was the only thing he couldn't understand.

"Have you confirmed your identity?" Yan Long asked.

"General, we confirmed her identity. ”

"Oh, is that a Blood Eagle?"

"Report to the general, not the Blood Eagle. ”

"Who is that?" Yan Long was uneasy in his heart, and thought in his heart: "Please, the person who is dying, it shouldn't be the master, right?"

"Report to the general, the dying man, is ......"

"Yes......" The adept seemed to be at a loss for words.

"Who is it? We are soldiers, don't always be like a girl, what kind of system?" Yan Long scolded.

"Yes, General. ”

"Now tell me who the dying man is. ”

"Report to the general, it's the eldest lady. ”

"Ah...... "Yanlong is in the circle, how can it be his sister?