"Host, you're about to hang up!"

For some reason, a similar ominous feeling floated in Thousand Faces' heart.

"You go, it's none of your business."

Yin Hua laughed, lowered his eyes, and looked at the hands of the two of them: "How can it be irrelevant?" ”

"It can be regarded as starting from the Zhong family and extinguishing it by the Zhong family."

Yin Hua raised his voice: "As the last bloodline of the Protoss, you have always guarded this heaven and earth, playing with those evil invaders. ”

"You teach all the people to cultivate, so that they may have the power to resist one day, but they don't seem to know it~"

The sound came clearly into the ears of the people around him.

Qianmian pursed his lips and looked at Yinhua.

Yin Hua watched as his hand clenched tighter and tighter, and suddenly a dazzling divine golden light emitted from his other hand, slapping it towards the black ball that the two of them were holding together.

As soon as the black mass touched the golden light, it seemed to be corroded by sulfuric acid, and it dissipated without even a sound.

In an instant, the halo above his head shook and dissipated.

The fragments of the mirror floating in mid-air also shattered into slag and fell to the ground.

A strange and huge aura gathered from all directions.

Yin Huamo rubbed the big skinny hand he was holding, and looked at Qianmian with a smile: "Is there a trace of hatred?" ”

Thousand faces looked at her with complicated eyes and nodded silently.

"That's... Don't wear a mask in the future, it's the first time to be a person, and you don't have to suppress yourself so much. ”

A faint guilt floated in the eyes of a thousand faces.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Yin Hua had already let go of his hand.

Yin Hua held a silver sword and slashed the artery of his other wrist, and red and silver blood spurted out.

Then he flew up, the silver sword picking at the blood and drawing talismans in the air.

The formed sigil fell, fusing with the blood lines that had gradually dissipated on the ground.

Those blood lines instantly lit up again, carrying majestic power from the ground here, shooting towards those strange aura.

There were sneering sounds in all directions.

The unpleasant smell spread.

Strange shadows appeared in the air, densely packed with a large area.

A voice sounded in mid-air, like a man and a woman, and it seemed like a lot of voices were merging together.

"Who are you? Dare to hurt my ghost fairy clan! ”

Yin Hua's expressionless negative hand stood on the brick.

Seeing that those blood lines were exhausted, and the dense shadows only disappeared by less than a third, he sighed lightly in his heart.

That's it.

Sure enough, when there is blood skin left, you have to be ready to die when you fight monsters.

These ghosts are now unclear about their identities and are watching for a while.

After a while, the earth's qi was borrowed, and he was probably going to be gone.

As a big guy, how can he die so embarrassed.

"It's your ancestor, don't come here to kneel and kowtow!"

With an arrogant shout, Yin Hua touched his backhand behind him.

With a slight force, a gold thread as thin as a hair was attached to the palm of her hand and pulled out from her back little by little.

Green tendons instantly floated on Yin Hua's forehead, and blood also oozed out of the seven orifices.

When the golden thread was completely withdrawn, the vitality on her body also dissipated visibly.

"Zhongyu!"

Yin Hua glanced back at Qianmian who called her, her lips moved, and she pulled out a gentle smile, but she didn't say anything more.

The golden thread in the palm of her hand floated in front of her eyes, jumping like a naughty child.

Yin Hua stretched out his hand and brushed it, and the golden thread flew around her, turning into a golden mang, enveloping her whole person.

Yin Hua made a gesture, and her body was like a lit firework, burning with dazzling light from the inside out.

After a few moments, it exploded.