In the palace of the main god, the three white-robed powerhouses quickly flew towards the white-haired old demon, and Mr. Yan was full of horror. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Perhaps, in the eyes of these three white-robed powerhouses, the safest place is by the side of the white-haired old devil, but at this moment, the distance is really too far.

The white-haired old devil looked at his three subordinates, his eyes full of worry, he didn't know if his three subordinates could come to his side.

Lin Feng and the Venerable Lord looked at all this coldly, but they didn't have any idea of making a move, besides, these white-robed powerhouses had nothing to do with the two.

The scimitar spun in the air. But it didn't exist, but it was chasing and killing these three white-robed powerhouses, maybe he was afraid of something.

Glancing at the surroundings casually, Lin Feng's eyes couldn't help but pause, he found that he didn't know when Amai was dead.

And Paul sat on the ground with a sad face, his eyes full of tears, very sad.

However, Lin Feng found that the scars on Ah Mai's body were caused by the scimitar. Wasn't the scimitar in Paul's hand? So what's the situation now?

Shaking his head helplessly, Lin Feng walked towards Paul, no matter what, Lin Feng had been with Paul before.

It can even be said that Paul and Amai are the only two people Lin Feng knows in the City of Eternal Night.

"Paul, what's going on?" Lin Feng walked up to Paul and asked.

"Amai is dead." Paul said with a bitter face, but a deep hatred flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"I know, but how did Amai die?" Lin Feng continued to ask.

Paul's face froze, but he paused, not knowing what to say.

"Amai was killed by the scimitar in your hand?" Lin Feng asked suspiciously, could it be that the scimitar in Paul's hand was still conscious? Or is there a mind in Paul's hand?

Paul glanced at the scimitar floating in the air and nodded helplessly, he couldn't understand why the scimitar had become like this.

Suddenly, the scimitar flew towards Paul, but for Lin Feng next to Paul, it was as if he didn't see it.

Looking at the scimitar flying over, Lin Feng's eyes flashed with a look of jealousy, and he looked at the scimitar tightly, and once the situation was not right, he immediately attacked.

In the face of this scimitar, even though Lin Feng's strength was already very good, Lin Feng still didn't dare to underestimate it.

The lord on the side doesn't know when he has closed his eyes, as if he is indifferent to everything around him, but if the lord doesn't care about anything, then what is the purpose of the lord here?

Under Lin Feng's gaze, the scimitar did not move, perhaps it could be said that the scimitar did not choose to provoke Lin Feng.

The scimitar returned to Paul's hand smoothly, but Paul's eyes couldn't help but show a hint of joy, but it was probably because he wanted Amai to die, so the joy in his eyes slowly faded.

"Paul, you'd better put away the scimitar in your hand and don't use it." Lin Feng saw the blood line on the scimitar, but he couldn't help but speak.

Maybe it was an illusion, or maybe it was Lin Feng's intuition, Lin Feng could smell the strong smell of blood coming from the scimitar.

When Paul heard Lin Feng's words, a look of anger flashed in his eyes, in Paul's opinion, Lin Feng didn't want his strength to become strong.

"Hmph, how can I protect myself without a scimitar? I'm not a strong man like you! Paul said with a slight mockery, maybe the scimitar in his hand gave Paul courage.

Hearing the mockery in Paul's words, Lin Feng's eyes couldn't help but show a hint of helplessness, shook his head, but left directly.

For Paul, Lin Feng didn't know what to say, but Lin Feng didn't want to say anything now, the path Paul chose by himself, Lin Feng didn't want to say anything more.

Besides, Lin Feng already knew that even if he said it himself, Paul would not listen.

Finding a random place, Lin Feng looked towards the center of the main god's palace and found that the three robed powerhouses had already come to the white-haired old demon's side.

But that's right, the strength of the white-robed powerhouse is not weak, and when Lin Feng and Paul were talking, it should be enough for them to come to the white-haired old devil's side.

The white-haired old demon looked at the three white-robed powerhouses beside him, and couldn't help but show joy in his eyes, no matter what, it was good to be able to survive.

The white-robed powerhouse followed closely behind the white-haired old demon, not daring to leave for another half a minute, they had already developed a great fear of the scimitar.

Under the attack of the scimitar, these white-robed powerhouses had no ability to resist at all, and when they saw the scimitar, they were already dead.

No white-robed powerhouse has the confidence to survive under the attack of the scimitar, so these white-robed powerhouses will follow the white-haired old devil closely, and only the white-haired old devil can give them a sense of security.

Noticing the mentality of the white-robed powerhouses around him, the white-haired old devil's eyes couldn't help but show a look of helplessness, but he didn't say anything, he could understand these white-robed powerhouses.

In the face of the scimitar, even the white-haired old demon himself did not have the confidence to block the scimitar, let alone these white-robed powerhouses?

Thinking of this, the white-haired old demon's movements did not stop, he walked around the huge coffin that appeared in the center of the main god's palace, and his eyes showed unconcealable joy.

"Come here." The white-haired old demon's voice suddenly sounded, and the three white-robed powerhouses behind him hurriedly ran over.

The white-haired old devil's voice sounded in the empty main god palace, making Lin Feng and the others couldn't help but look at the white-haired old devil, but there was not the slightest worry on the white-haired old devil's face.

It seems that in the eyes of the white-haired old devil, Lin Feng and the others did not have the slightest threat at all.

Lin Feng was very puzzled by the behavior of the white-haired old demon, and his eyes showed a look of deep thought. But Lin Feng knew too little information, and he couldn't guess what the white-haired old demon was going to do.

Shaking his head helplessly, there was still not the slightest divine power in his body, and Lin Feng's eyes couldn't help but flash a worried look.

The three strong men came to the white-haired old devil's side, and the white-haired old devil whispered a few words beside the three of them, but the eyes of the three white-robed strong men couldn't help but show a hint of ecstasy.

Under Lin Feng's gaze, the three white-robed powerhouses came to the huge coffin, put their hands under the coffin, and pushed hard.

Powerful power poured out from the bodies of the three strong men, and the muscles on their hands were exposed, but the huge coffin did not move at all.

The white-haired old devil noticed this, but his eyes couldn't help but show a trace of helplessness, and there was no surprise on his face. The white-haired old devil seemed to have expected this.

A light flashed in his eyes, but the white-haired old demon shot directly, and his hands were tightly pressed against the huge coffin.

"Give it to me!" The white-haired old demon drank violently, the divine power on his body flowed wildly, and his eyes showed a deep solemn look.

Under this powerful force, the coffin moved violently, and boom, and the huge coffin began to be opened.

Lin Feng and the Venerable Lord's bodies flickered violently, and in the next moment, they had already come to the white-haired old demon's side and looked towards the huge coffin together. (To be continued.) )