Leng Yan didn't know if it was right to do this, and he didn't know if it was worth it to use up his demonic power to save these people, but he couldn't stop it. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He turned these thousands of years of demonic power into spiritual threads and prevented the plane from falling.

He tried his best to control the plane's steady descent, but he became groggy due to the rapid depletion of his demonic power.

He can't just give up until the plane lands safely, he wants to save people.

"Gross." He suddenly spurted out a mouthful of red blood, and he smiled self-deprecatingly, it seems that the world has been rich for twenty years, and the demonic power has regressed a lot.

Somehow, the more he laughed, the happier he became, and the louder he laughed, because he remembered that in the turmoil of that year, he had saved no one.

When he returned that morning, it was already dark, and he staggered back to the Valley of the Flame with a full body of anger and scars, holding a long nine-spice vine in his hand.

"May I ask if it's Young Master Leng Leng?" Before he could enter the valley, he was stopped by a carefully dressed man.

Although he was in a trance, he still remembered that this person's appearance was the maid beside Liumei.

The maid looked panicked, but her posture was still down-to-earth and generous, she must have been strictly trained, and her heart tightened: "Isn't it that something happened to Ah Li?" ”

The maid nodded, and his heart fell into the abyss.

"I've brought back the Nine Spice Vine! I've brought it back! Go and give it to Liumei! She has a way! She has a way! Leng Yan suddenly lost control, grabbed the maid's shoulder, and shouted frantically.

The maid must have some kung fu, otherwise ordinary people would be shaken by the cold, and the bones would be scattered.

However, the maid was not much better, her face suddenly turned pale, as if she was faint, and quickly replied: "His Highness Seventeen is not sick, but was captured by the Tree Clan." ”

Hearing that Ah Li was not sick, Leng Yan suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, but as soon as he heard that he was caught by Durian, his heart rose again.

It must have been when he was in the palace yesterday that he saw that he helped Liumei because of Ah Li, so he took action to arrest Ah Li to take revenge on him.

Durian Qing is delicate, he is at a disadvantage in the face of Liumei at this time, so he should not easily clash with himself, and arresting Ah Li should just be to threaten himself.

However, he had never thought about the battle for the throne of Liuyan, as long as Ah Li was safe, he had never felt that anything could be put aside.

"You take this nine-spiced vine back, give it to Liumei, let her deal with it, be sure to find a way to save Ah Li, as for Duqing, when I return Liumei today, I will deal with it." Leng Yan gritted his teeth, although Durian Qing should not take Ah Li for anything, but he still moved soil on his head, and he would not let it go easily.

The maid nodded, took the nine-spice vine, and walked towards the valley.

Leng Yan remembered that the Tree Clan had been afraid of something when he came to Liuyan to worship this time, and he had always refused to enter the valley to live, so he immediately sent a signal flare that only their Northwest Wolf Demon Clan knew, and hurried to the Tree Clan's base.

He always felt that the thoughtful Durian would not make such a low-level mistake of rashly becoming an enemy of him, so he was not worried about Ah Li's safety, nor was he worried about the consequences of his reckless rush into Durian's camp.

But I never thought of it.

The moment he crossed the guards and lifted the curtain of the tent door, he was greeted by such a scene.

Durian Qing's hands were covered with blood, and Ah Li, who was lying on the ground, was covered in blood stains and was dying.

Durian Qing raised her head in surprise, and before she had time to see who it was, she felt a strong wind rushing over.

Darkness and the forces that represent vitality collide in the air, and these two extremes are mutually reinforcing, and the relationship between victory and defeat can only depend on the strength of both sides.

Although the reaction of durian green was a little slow, the aura of heaven and earth that had gathered for thousands of years was completely above the cold claws that were not fully adult, and this blow not only contained the power of the trees, but also contained the powerful attack of the qi of heaven and earth.

Leng Yan was suddenly shocked and flew out of the tent.

Durian Qing's eyes were deep, but there was also a bit of confusion in them: "Why did you come here?" ”

Leng Yan got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sneered: "Why did I come?" You despicable villain! ”

At this moment, suddenly a black flame fell from the sky, and suddenly hit Leng Yan's back, he was overwhelmed, his spirit was also shocked, and he straightened his waist again.

The corners of Duqing's mouth showed a cold smile, and with a slight hint of mockery, he looked at the coldness in front of him who had just opened the door of the realm.

Leng Yan was also extremely disgusted with Durian Qing at this time, he didn't expect Durian Qing to be so ignorant of the idea of beating Ah Li.

"Could it be that you have really become Liumei's lackey?" Durian Qing squinted, and a trace of flying green gas slowly emerged from his body.

"If I don't kill you today, I can't solve the hatred in my heart!"

The fire and demonic qi in Leng Yan's body at this moment seem to be volcanoes, piled up for thousands of years, just waiting for this time, erupting.

He was short, and suddenly turned into a gray wolf, and in an instant, the sand flew everywhere, and the wind swept in, and the durian who blew straight couldn't open his eyes.

Finally, when the wind and sand eased a little, Durian Qing opened his eyes again, but only saw the overwhelming darkness in front of him.

Above the claws, the black flames are majestic.

Just stepped down slightly, and the black flame rolled, sweeping towards the durian!

The mighty black flame, as if it was a flood, ripped open the skin and flesh of the durian, the tongue of fire licked angrily, emitting bursts of charcoal scorching taste, and the painful durian broke out in a cold sweat, if he didn't jump away in time, a moment later, I am afraid that his body would be burned by this black flame.

"Leng, you're crazy!" He half-crouched to the side and shouted angrily.

Coldly silent, he looked at him condescendingly, and also looked at Ah Li, who was in a coma when the tent was lifted.

Durian Qing noticed his eyes, and remembered that when he was in the hall yesterday and was about to leave, Leng Yan showed an extraordinary relationship with this girl.

He frowned, spat a mouthful of blood, and raised his head and shouted, "Are you for this woman?" If so, you have fallen into someone else's trap! ”

"Whew--"

Leng Yan didn't answer his words, but shouted violently, and everyone around was shocked by his roar.

The momentum spread everywhere, the ground cracked, and the wind howled and whirred.

Durian Qing was secretly distressed, the Northwest Wolf Clan was notoriously irritable and irritable, and it was easiest to use, but the Wolf King was a Zhiduoxing, he originally thought that since the Wolf Clan had decided to get rid of the Flame King, and there was also a Wolf King on this trip, it was expected that the Wolf Clan would not pose any threat to them.