Got a lot of experience, two powerful pieces of equipment, and the most important thing was to get a pet egg of the Wind Falcon, Su Han's heart was very happy, but after looking around carefully, Su Han's face suddenly became very ugly, and her eyes looked at Feng Yu, I don't know if she noticed anything unusual here. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The surrounding walls are depicted with detailed runes, and there are some unfamiliar seals, the gods and demons are fighting each other, and the figures of various races have never been rare, through the wonderful depictions, Su Han can feel the fierceness of the battle.

This place is very similar to the place that the two of them discovered together in the novice village, but this place is more expansive, and the demonic qi is also relatively deep, and it has been condensed into substance, which is very terrifying.

When Su Han and the three of them observed, one after another demonic qi poured out from the end, it was pitch black, and the face of the whole sight was dyed into a thick ink-colored wind rumor, and he held the thin sword in his hand tightly, and he didn't pay attention to Su Han and the two anymore, he didn't even look at it, and walked straight towards the inside of the passage.

Su Han felt a little pain in his head, he already wanted to leave, although the three-headed hell dog he met in the novice village was in a state of sleep, but if the power it possessed broke out, although it could not reach the level of instant killing, it could definitely hit Su Han in an instant.

Su Han didn't want to make a move with such an unknown powerful existence, but looking at the rumors like this, it seemed that he was going to be nosy again. Su Han also had no choice, in order to reach Huifeng Valley faster, he handed over all the maps to Feng Yu, after all, this can be regarded as someone's strength. But now it seems that it feels a bit like a stone.

The news of the wind spirit bead, Su Han has been inquiring for a long time, but there has been no specific information, the most real thing is the ancient ruins of this wind attribute, but now it seems that this journey is really calamitous and difficult.

Because of the blow that swept the Death Blood War Eagle before, his own strength was damaged a little, and until now he still has a slightly pale face, Su Han's heart trembled inexplicably, stretched out his hand, and with a gentle flick, he sent the Dream Heart back to the summoning space.

Looking ahead, the figure of Feng Yu was about to disappear at the end of the passage, Su Han didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly left.

As it continues to deepen, Su Han can feel the degree of demonic energy, and now, if it weren't for the existence of the Silver Dragon Mask, Su Han would have been unable to withstand this density of demonic energy, Rao is so, Su Han's own blood is also slowly declining, after all, there is a specialization in the art industry, and shielding the breath is not the strong point of the Silver Dragon Mask.

Entering a somewhat rough palace, there were no guards around, only a few broken armors on the ground, like the remains of guardians, but did there ever exist a guardian here, Su Han was a little unconvinced.

Suddenly, there was a sound of fighting in his ears, Su Han's face changed, his speed suddenly turned on and he ran towards the direction where the rumor disappeared.

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"Hell Three-Headed Dog, no, I should call you to curse the Three-headed Dog, you were originally a member of our demon race, why do you want to guard the door for those vulgar people like a real dog, get out of the way, I will leave a place for you by my side, when the time comes, we will slaughter gods and bloodthirsty people on this continent, and seal the territory, isn't it good?" With a strong tone, it seems very natural, without the slightest temptation.

"Purple Blood Demon Crocodile, although the blood of our Hell Three-Headed Dog clan has the breath of the Demon Race, but we believe in the promise that protecting the sealed place is a mission that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Hell Three-Headed Dog, if you want to pass here, spill the blood." The three-headed dog of hell, the voice of the cursed three-headed dog was very low, and what he showed now was not his real body, but a rough man's appearance, with unfamiliar runes tattooed on his face, as if flowing.

"Stubborn, dignified demon bloodline, you are willing to guard the portal for human beings, you are a shame, you should be washed with blood, I originally wanted to give you a chance to live, but now it seems that there is no need for it." The Purple Blood Demon Crocodile did not reveal its true body, it was wearing a cloak embroidered with a golden giant crocodile, its face was purple-black, and on its arms, two huge purple war knives protruded from the flesh and blood, looking a little demonic.

"Don't talk nonsense, fight, although I may not be your opponent, if you want to get out of here, there is only one option, and that is to step over my corpse." The thick arm of the cursed three-headed dog swung with a sense of power, and a huge war hammer appeared in his hand, and the dim light converged on it, showing unparalleled strength.

"Stepping over your corpse, you think too much, if you really fight, do you think you will still leave traces in this world." The Purple Blood Demon Crocodile smiled sympathetically, as if mocking the idea of cursing the three-headed dog. However, after the cursed three-headed dog took out his weapon, his complexion suddenly changed, and his face, which was already purple-black, instantly became pitch black like the bottom of a pot.

"I didn't expect your strength to have reached such a point, even now I have to face up to your existence, but do you think your resistance will have an effect, you know, I'm not alone." The voice of the purple blood demon crocodile was slightly jealous, and it was obvious that the current cursed three-headed dog was no less than his existence after completely blooming its own momentum.

But he has nothing to fear now, it is not known who killed the deer, and its helpers, or there are not many subordinates, as the saying goes, snakes bite elephants to death, and sometimes quantitative changes will also achieve qualitative changes, I saw the purple blood demon crocodile stir the golden cloak behind him, the wild beast's roar came from it, with a wave of his arm, the bright purple wide war knife slashed, as if cutting the space, a huge crack appeared on the crystal stone in the center of the dark hall, The hedron that was originally pregnant with strength showed traces like spider webs.

The cursed three-headed dog did not move, but held the war hammer tightly in his arm, quietly waiting for the arrival of the enemy, and increased his momentum to the extreme.

One by one, the black crocodiles came out of the cracks, and they carried a heavy mountain-like momentum, and it was obvious that each of them was of great strength.

Feng Yu held the indigo thin sword tightly in her hand, her eyes were full of determination, although her footsteps were not fast, but her current speed was far beyond usual, her silver teeth were bitten slightly, and the wind qi on her body had condensed into a cyclone.