Chapter 397: The Breath of Death
Damn-
Now that the war is imminent, he still has the leisure and elegance to be with me?
Bai Zhi hated her teeth itching, and with a wave of her sleeves, the water mirror collapsed and fell into the basin, and a "terrible" thought flashed in her mind [Cold smoke, you must not stay!] 】。
After coming out of Yongyuan Palace, Jing Chen didn't dare to delay for a moment and strode towards the destination with the Qingshuang Sword in his hand.
For those so-called 100,000 elite soldiers in the fairy world, the burning genius disdains it, and leaves it to the little demons under his command to deal with.
How could his opponent be such an incapable person? His eyes searched for Jing Chen's figure in the chaotic crowd, a thin layer of black mist faintly wrapped around his clenched fists, and the pupils of the Yin Owl were shrouded in bloodthirsty killing aura.
Under the protection of the immortals, the Heavenly Emperor retreated to a high platform far away from the Burning Sky, and looked at the two sides who were fighting affectionately and slightly nervously, I have to say that in just a few days, the strength of the demons has improved by leaps and bounds so fast.
This is also a point that worries the immortals, if the little demons can progress so fast, then wouldn't the burning sky ...... unimaginable!
At this moment, a white-clothed old Taoist hurriedly ran up to the high platform and whispered a few words in the Heavenly Emperor's ear.
The Heavenly Emperor's slightly frowning brows tightened at this moment, and his expression also looked a little panicked, but because of his identity, he didn't show it too obviously.
It's no wonder that the demon's skills will be more refined in a short period of time, and the source of everything is still above the red crow.
Although the ascension of the red crow can bring light to the world, and it is even more possible to use the light of the red crow to monitor the world, but because of it, those dark places that have not been illuminated have begun to absorb the unique evil thoughts of the world, and the demons are like eating to replenish their energy, and with the condensation of the evil thoughts, their skills will also improve.
For this "accessory" of the red black attached to the world, the immortals are only tentatively named - Wuyang.
Seeing that the immortals gathered together worriedly as if they were discussing something, and Jing Chen had not seen anyone for a long time, his little patience had been worn out by the constant sound of fighting in his ears, so Jing Chen should not have escaped from the battle, right?
In his eyes, although Jing Chen is an enemy, he admires him very much in his heart, and now he has not been able to show up, which makes Burning Sky feel a little disappointed, in his opinion, even if a person like Jing Chen dies, he should die on the battlefield, instead of being embarrassed to sneak away.
The yin owl's pupils couldn't help but flash a trace of anger, only to hear bang, bang, a few loud bangs, the hard ground was burned by the sky to blast out a few big holes, and the debris splashed shook all the elite soldiers around more than ten meters away.
His gaze fell on the Heavenly Emperor who was surrounded by immortals in the middle not far away, and the corners of his good-looking lips hooked up a wicked smile, "It seems...... Above the fairy world, except for Jing Chen, you are all a bunch of waste! And the most hated thing is that you are self-confident immortals, since this is the case...... Don't blame the deity for being ruthless—"
Before the words fell, Burning Sky's pupils constricted, and he flew towards them.
The powerful aura made the Heavenly Emperor slightly stunned, and the breath of death spread to the hearts of the immortals for the first time.
Just as the immortals were about to fight to the death with Burning Sky, a dazzling cold light suddenly flashed, forcing Burning Sky to the side again.
After standing still, when he saw Jing Chen's cold face, Burning Sky couldn't help but raise a flattering smile, thinking that he had escaped from the battle, but he still came.