"Master!"

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All the strength of his body was used to resist the thunder tribulation, and the Yuan Dan of the Venerable Yuan Hai sucked him alive.

This was really unexpected, if it weren't for his years of cultivation and success, how could he be able to block such a thunderstorm.

I couldn't get it before, but now I can't get it!

Feng Liuli gritted her teeth, and her two cheeks continued to shake under the attack of the thunderstorm, thinking that the waste of the four gods back then was so difficult to deal with, and it was really fresh and different.

Speaking of which, the people outside also reacted too slowly, Feng Liuli had been in this house for a long time, and the Venerable Yuanhai had also suffered more than a dozen thunderstorms.

They actually heard Feng Liuli's roar, and then they realized that there was already someone inside!

The current situation is really impossible to say, they watched Feng Liuli hold Yuan Dan of the Venerable Yuan Hai in their hands, should they pull him out or not?

And what are the chances of killing him like this?

The scene fell into a stalemate for a while.

And the battle outside is not over, the demon soldiers are descending from the streamer gate in an endless streamer, and the original state of evenly matched has gradually evolved into a tendency of unilateral slaughter.

Falling Blossom's face turned pale, and there were many disciples on the ground who were unable to stand up anymore.

The disciples of Yourong Mountain led by Mr. Junyu and the Wuguling Great Chefs led by Yuan Twelve formed two lines of defense in front of her, and the first to resist was the disciples of Lingyuan Peak led by Dugu Chen.

Behind the falling flowers was Gu Sansi, who was crying with a handful of snot and tears, he had already suffered a lot of injuries, but he still struggled to get up and continue fighting.

"My disciples are dead, now it's my turn! Don't stop me! ”

(Hehe, wait and refresh again~ Ah Yu has always been late late, so he can't always turn in his homework on time... ）

The biggest disaster in the history of the city of Sunta in the Futu Realm has occurred, and the winter wind and snow and thunder are like wild horses that have escaped from the wild, rampaging in this not beautiful city.

The dark clouds were like the reflection of this lifeless black city, pressing on the city of bamboo shoots in an extremely low attitude.

Originally, the bamboo tower city of different lengths and standing on the ground like a nail board was finally unable to withstand the invasion of this blizzard.

As if to participate in a feast, there were bursts of dragon groans from the blood-red abyss in the north, and the earth shook.

Collapsed ......, tilted ......, icy .......

People who have lived a similar life to the rats are now even more homeless.

When the snowstorm temporarily passed, people searched for their loved ones in the rubble, and children without parents cried helplessly in the rubble.

Outside the city of Bamboo Pagoda is the settlement of the Plantation Spirits, who have firmly grasped the ground under their feet in such a catastrophe and have a chance to survive.

For some reason, green smoke gushed out of the sea, and all the people of the Sea Spirit tribe who could go ashore went ashore.

Those who couldn't go ashore ended up flipping their stomachs and floating in another posture.

The beast tribes who lived farther away, because of their nature, sensed that something was wrong early, but there were also many casualties.

At this time, Obsidian was standing outside the Demon Palace, looking at the already calm ground and the sunset in the distance.

After the snowstorm and earthquake, the bamboo shoot towers on the ground have separated from their roots and are now clinging to each other.

The ruins covered in snowflakes have a dilapidated beauty when viewed from above.

Dim Yao looked at all this coldly, maybe only he knew the real reason why the Futu Realm was so unstable.

The people below did not know when they had gathered, and they were gathering towards the only place that had not been damaged in this natural disaster.

The Futu Realm suffered such a natural disaster, and the hearts of all the survivors boiled.

They want to live! They're getting out of here!

The old lord is right, they must work together to get out of this hellish place!

"Old Lord, take us out of here!" People's voices are filled with grief and indignation at the injustice of fate and the desire to survive.

It was impossible for this sound to reach the height of the Demon Palace from the ground.

But Dim Yao still seemed to hear it, and there was an expression of enjoyment on his face, as if the long-awaited play had finally begun.

"Yu Tong, you see, I am different from him, he has never been loved like me, and everyone expects him."

"I am the one who can lead my people to live well, and I will do better than him."

***

Fantasy Wen's life in the Floating Slaughter Realm was very short, but he also deeply remembered the amazing changes in the Floating Slaughter Realm in the last few years.

It's a crash. It's destruction.

It's a feeling that the space they live in has suddenly gone crazy, and they want to die with the creatures in it.

So compared to the calm Siguo house on Rong Feng now, he felt even more unfair for the demon clan.

This is the place where the Terrans punish their disciples, but you see, how exquisite.

The wind and snow outside were as gentle as my mother's hands when I was a child.

When Yuan Qinqin asked him what he was looking for, he couldn't help but think of this.

This woman is so lucky that she is suspected of murder and can be treated with courtesy.

He suddenly lost his interest, took out a bead and threw it in front of Yuan Qinqin, with a cruel smile on his face.

"Didn't you ask me before, how is the Holy Child? See for yourself. ”

There's nothing more heart-wrenching than watching someone you care about die in a place you can't see or go.

Yuan Qinqin was stunned for a moment, determined when the other party was talking about, and couldn't wait to pick up the bead.

A sudden white glow shone from the beads, enveloping her.

A picture immediately jumped into her sea of consciousness.

This is the last time Phantom Sound sees Phantom Dance.

The twilight beauty in the shape of a withered corpse screamed and disappeared, floating the dead demon holy child in the middle of the green medicine pool, and he was about to disappear, so that the people in the demon palace really felt what a demon baby was.

It's a recurring scene. Phantom Sound extracts only the most important points.

Turning over and over, it forms a weird and treacherous picture, because there is no bloodshed, so it is not bloody, but for Yuan Qinqin, it is more terrible than anything else.

The child became like this.

Worse than anything else.

The light dissipated, Yuan Qinqin screamed in pain, and the beads in her hand shattered in response.

The purple light around him skyrocketed!

Phantom didn't expect her to react like this, and hurriedly formed a protective enchantment shield for herself in front of her.

He had expected that when a woman saw her dying child, she would either cry heartbreakingly, or beat her chest and complain, in short, it would not be such a sudden madness.

Misguided. (To be continued.) )