Between the thunder and the sky, Bai Luo jumped down with the golden light of the tiger's spirit. Between the lightning and thunder, the white moon and white silk shirt reflected blue light in the air.

Wu Yueji said coldly: "Guangbai, it's time to let those puppets move." ”

Behind Wu Yueji, a person with a silver ghost face stepped out. Guangbai was followed by a person with a hood. Guangbai brushed his fingers over the man's neck and the top of his head, and removed three silver needles. Bai Luo clearly saw that there seemed to be countless small worms surging in the veins of the person's neck, and the Northern Yin Fire on his neck was hideously twisted, like a dying maggot.

Dense red insects surged towards the stiff Yuan Ancestor in front of him.

Those Yuan Clan ancestors who were standing in front of Wu Yueji rolled their eyes, and suddenly came to their senses.

Hundreds of people were like a human wall blocking Bai Luo's whereabouts.

Bai Luo's wrist flipped and said sharply: "Kill ghosts and devour souls, invisible from me!"

The golden light accompanied by the heavenly thunder fell on the ancestors of the Yuan clan led by him, and immediately tore a hole in the human wall.

The wind blew, and the black conical hat of the person next to Guangbai was blown down, revealing the cheeks that were hidden inside.

Bai Luo shook his hand, who is that person not Yuan Qin Gang?

In the distance, Yuan Cangshu also saw Yuan Qin.

Yuan Qin Geng's originally fair cheeks turned even paler from lying in the ice coffin for thirty-five years. Yuan Cangshu looked at the person whose soul had already been shattered by himself, and the young man who had already rested in the seal showed pain on his face at this time. The whites of those eyes were occupied by a thick inky black, and the corners of the mouth were tensed in pain.

Yuan Cangshu was furious: "Guangbai! What did you do to him?!"

Guangbai's cloudy eyes turned to look at Yuan Cangshu behind the silver ghost face. A voice like a bellows humming came from the wind: "I saved him!"

Yuan Cangshu's red eyes were as if he had broken Yuan Qin's soul when he was a teenager: "You madman! He has been dead for so many years! Why should he be tortured like this!"

Guangbai said in a dumb voice: "Yuan Cangshu, you may have forgotten that he had already fallen into the devil before he died. Even if you break his soul, he won't die! I just got him back on his feet! I saved him!"

Bai Luo's heart sank, it turned out to be like this!

Yuan Qin Geng was planted by the demon man before he died, and although Yuan Cangshu shattered Yuan Qin Gang's soul, the mother Gu was still in Yuan Qin Gang's body.

The Yuan clan used to bury the deceased in ice coffins. I'm afraid this habit is only a Gu that has been raised by the demon clan for thirty-five years.

Yuan Cangshu said coldly: "Guangbai, since you have also chosen to enter the demon, then we have been brothers for many years. ”

Guangbai's legs clamped the horse's belly, and the war horse with a silver mask suddenly rushed out: "Yuan Cangshu! Do you think that when you did it to Qin Gang back then, we could still have any brotherhood left?! What if it was a demon? What if it was a human? I couldn't even protect the people around me, and I couldn't talk about righteousness!"

Yuan Cangshu came out of his hands with a pair of mandarin ducks and flew towards Guangbai. Yuan Cangshu looked at the ancestor of the Yuan clan who was standing in front of Wu Yueji and shouted coldly: "Yuzhu! Now that you have entered the demon, you don't have to be soft! No one in my ancestor of the Yuan clan wants to be with the demon clan!"

"Yes!" Yuan Yuzhu responded, flying up to fight with the ancestors of the Yuan family.

The dragon in the air roared again, and thousands of thunderbolts fell, Rao is those puppets were not afraid of pain, but the thunder and lightning splits also fell to the ground suddenly.

Xie Bonian, Lu Yubao and others rushed up with twenty elite disciples. The ghost-faced silver feather guards also dispatched one after another.

All of a sudden, the blood of Muyun Heavenly Palace splashed everywhere, and the blood sprinkled on the ruins, flowing through the cracks in the stone slabs. The originally magnificent Muyun Heavenly Palace has become a Shura field in the world.

The ghost-faced silver feather guard relied on the technique of mirroring flowers and water moons, and injured several disciples of the four great families in a row.

The disciples fought side by side in pairs like they did in the camp, but there were hundreds of people in the ghost-faced silver feather guards above the Muyun Heavenly Palace, and the crushing numerical advantage made the disciples retreat one after another.

Wu Yueji looked at Bai Luo condescendingly, and her nails dyed with Kodan gently patted her cheeks: "Bai Ranxi, you are really soft-hearted." If you use the ghost, I'll have no one left here. There are only thirty of you, and my Ghost-Faced Silver Feather Guard is in the hundreds. Thirty or so people for hundreds, this deal is not a loss. ”

"Not interested. Bai Luo said coldly.

"What. ”

"I'm not interested in making a deal with you. ”

Wu Yueji sneered, "Haven't you ever thought about why I am so familiar with you?"

Bai Luo's eyes moved slightly.

Not only that, Bai Luo also wondered why Wu Yueji could also release such a pure fire spirit flow?

Among the Three Realms, Bai Luo only knew that one person could release such a pure fire spirit stream - Lingguang Divine Monarch Yu Tong.

A contemptuous smile erupted at the corner of Wu Yueji's mouth, and her eyes hidden behind the silver ghost face contained sarcasm.

Bai Luo frowned slightly. In her memory, Yu Tong would never smile like this. Yu Tong is gentle, and always loves to follow the three of them without saying a word.

Wu Yueji looked at Bai Luo's expression with a hint of pride: "Bai Ranxi, why don't we make a deal." ”

"Not interested. Bai Luo raised his head coldly.

Wu Yueji's expression changed suddenly.

Bai Luo said lightly: "Even if you are a concubine and commit this kind of crime, I will not spare you easily!"

Wu Yueji secretly grinded her back molars: "It depends on whether you have this ability." ”

Wu Yueji's five fingers were full of firelight, and with a wave of her arms, a fire dragon rushed straight towards Bai Luo.

Bai Luo dodged lightly, and the golden tiger spirit had already attacked Wu Yueji's front door.

Wu Yueji smiled contemptuously, and suddenly turned into a cloud of thick ink and followed the golden light of the tiger spirit towards Bai Luo.

Bai Luo smiled coldly: "Could it be that you only have this trick?"

said that it was too late, and it was too fast, seeing that the thick ink was about to penetrate Bai Luo's body. Bai Luo suddenly disappeared.

Everywhere the thick ink passed, only the black dragon tail left a phantom.

The thick ink gathered, and Wu Yueji turned into a human form. There was only a dark cloud left in the sky, and nothing could be seen in the clouds, except that the dragon's tail could faintly be seen flashing through the clouds like lightning in the clouds.

Wu Yueji said angrily: "What a god monarch, it's just a bad seed!"

As soon as the words fell, I heard a gust of wind in the back of my head. Wu Yueji subconsciously dodged, but above her head, it was as if the dark cloud had sunk from the sky to the ground, and Wu Yueji couldn't dodge it in a flash.

The huge tiger claws pressed down from the top of her head, and several blood marks suddenly appeared on Wu Yueji's arms.

"Lord!" Seeing that Wu Yueji was injured, the kestrel rushed over from the side with a loud shout, but before he could get close to Bai Luo, he was hit hard and flew out, and fell to the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"That's all there is to it?" Wu Yueji sneered and looked at Bai Luo, the firelight in her hand gathering more and more.

Flames rose from beneath Wu Yueji's black robes, circling her waist and soaring into the sky.

The flames burned half of the sky red, and the flames burned under the clouds, scorching people from opening their eyes.

Not only the disciples of the four great families, but even the ghost-faced Silver Feather Guard was so burned by this fire that he couldn't breathe.

Except for the ignorant puppets who were still fighting mechanically, the rest of the Ghost-Faced Silver Feather Guards stopped and used their hands in vain to block the sweeping heat.

Wu Yueji looked at Bai Luo coldly: "You are soft-hearted, I may not!"