"Sand Bondage!"

The cold voice was like the final verdict of death, Ge Renmiao gritted his teeth and struggled to raise his legs, but he felt like Ling Chi all over, however, the moment under the sand palm, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him and pulled him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Silently, a black and dark shadow rose up suddenly, like a bat hidden in the darkness, quietly silent, under the cover of the sand palm, gently tugged Ge Renmiao, attached to his body.

The yellow sand palm obscured the vision, and the black shadow became more and more dim, as if it was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

The black light and shadow, like a mist, are like dozens of slippery and sharp loaches, desperately burrowing into the ground.

Ge Renmiao, who was covered in blood splattered and his body was in pain from Ling Chi, and he couldn't move, watched his vision turn into pitch black, and his feet seemed to be stepping on the air and falling.

"This is, was rescued?"

At the last moment when he was submerged in sand, an incredible thought popped into Ge Renmiao's mind.

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The writing wheel eyes rotated faintly, Qin Hao's cheeks returned to their original state, and he raised his palm and gently wiped it on his face, and a piece of sand was like a puzzle to refill the missing place, and the smooth and dark gold was full of thick and fierce taste.

"Sect Master!"

Hinata Ningci's eyes widened, glanced at Qin Hao's eyes, and swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

Glancing at everyone, Qin Hao stared coldly at the ground in the distance, and then rolled it with one hand, and the demon slaying rings scattered on the ground were rolled up by sand and wrapped tightly before Jun Malu and the others put them away.

"Let's go!"

Qin Hao retracted his gaze and looked overhead, a large cloud of black insects buzzing under his feet formed a cloud blanket, supporting everyone to rush up from the crack above their heads, straight out of the Guangcheng Ancient Relic.

Outside, a human ruin.

Gray stumps and leaves, withered huge vines lay quietly on the ground, countless strange and huge holes were full of blood, minced flesh and white bones turned outward from the inside, looking down from the sky like a big boundless giant, brutally dismembered and poured to the ground, the whole body and limbs were full of rotten flesh, blood blisters and abscesses, looking extremely disgusting.

There was no breath of a living man, only flies and some carrion-eating animals that smelled of blood occasionally made a strange "quack" cry, feasting on a feast, jumping in the joy of this huge feast.

Flesh and Blood Forest!

Jun Ma Lu, Hinata Ningci, Xiao Li, and the oil girl Zhi Nai looked down silently, Qin Hao's eyebrows also contracted, and shock and horror appeared in his eyes, Rao was ruthless and resolute, and the blood directly and indirectly stained on his hands was also thousands, but the hellish scenery on the ground still made him feel a little shocked.

The sun above his head is like fire, but it can't break through the red clouds, only the light passes, but it can't bring a little residual temperature, or the temperature will only make the corpse decay faster, fermenting a pungent stench that I don't know how to describe.

"See, this world is even more cruel than we have seen before, and if you don't want to become a puddle of rotten flesh on the ground one day, you don't want to die."

Qin Hao felt it, his voice was cold, and his eyes were gloomy and deep.

"Sect Master, Shikamaru him?"

Hinata Ningji exhaled a long breath and looked at Qin Hao's back, a faint worry flashed in his eyes.

"When we meet again, Shikamaru will surprise us." Qin Hao smiled coldly, his eyes full of deceitful light.

"Let's go! Let's go to the Demon Cloud Sect! ”

Turning his head to look into the distance, there was a bigger red cloud floating over in the sky, red as fire, very beautiful.

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Hundreds of miles away!

The flames raged like an angry dragon roaring, roaring, burning and burning everything it could devour.

Towering palaces, splendor of buildings, and, charred corpses everywhere.

Feng Qiqi sat in a pile of yellow and cracked rocks, and with a flick of his expressionless fingers, a wisp of snake-shaped phantom spewed out, turning into a trace of virtual light in front of him, and constantly making a "hiss" chirping.

Smiling coldly, Feng Seventeen flipped his left hand, took out a crystal clear treasure bottle from the phantom, and poured out a drop of green and heavy water droplets.

The water droplets quickly sank into the flames on the ground, emitting a puff of white smoke, the temperature around them instantly decreased, returning to normal, and the flames on the ground were still burning, but Feng Seventeen reached out to touch it, and there was no longer a little hot temperature.

The flames are illusory, and in fact the energy has been extinguished.

"Amazing!" Feng Qiqi grinned, the two rows of white teeth in his mouth reflected a ray of cold light, and with a strange twist of his fingers, the phantom snake burrowed into the firelight, quietly swimming rapidly at the bottom of the sea of fire.

"The Demon Cloud Sect is ruined, is the sect master dead?"

Feng Qiqi's face changed strangely, and he sneered, completely deaf to the sounds of fighting, roaring, and begging for mercy from outside.

He hid in the deepest depths of the evil fire that spewed out like hell, and no one could discover his existence, whether it was a disciple of the Demon Cloud Sect who asked for help or a Qingyun Sect who broke in.

"It should be dead, otherwise, it is impossible that he has not come back now." Feng Qiqi exhaled deeply, his voice was gloomy and fierce, "Who would have thought that in the end, it was the Qingyun Sect that destroyed my Demon Cloud Sect, and I really underestimated you... ”

An illusory snake shadow erupted from the flames and twisted around Feng Seventeen, the surrounding air twisting and vibrating.

A quarter of an hour later!

The phantom gradually dimmed, the phantom of the long snake disappeared in the void, and Feng Seventeen's body also gradually dissipated in the firelight, turning into a little ghostly light.

At the same time.

On the edge of the Demon Cloud Sect, at the place of the firelight facing 20 miles outward, a phantom suddenly rushed out, instantly condensed, and it was Feng Seventeen.

He first tried to make sure that there was no one around, and then looked back at the firelight behind him, and with a shake of his body, the whole person rose into the sky, chose the direction of due southeast, and quickly swept away, and after a few breaths, the person disappeared into this realm.

"The Demon Cloud Sect is over, surrendering to my Qingyun Sect is your way of life, otherwise, you will be buried in the sea of fire, and there will be no bones left." Old Ghost Xue was suspended in the air, and behind him were nearly 10,000 murderous Qingyun Sect members.

"Old Ghost Xue, I think you are tired of living, and when my sect master comes back, you will definitely be asked to die without a place to be buried." A personal disciple of the Demon Cloud Sect snorted coldly, his face showing disdain.

Poof!

The sneer on his face was especially self-hanging, but a white mist suddenly enveloped his vision, and inexplicably, a piercing chill poured out of his back, as if the cold blade had cut through his clothes, cutting his skin and making the cold hairs stand on end.

"Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, throat...

Cold and merciless voices, a man covered in a bandage appeared behind him, a terrifying broadsword gently pressed against his throat.