A faint mad shark soul shadow protector said in front of Yuanwei, "Master, it's too late to abandon the scales!"

Slightly different from a few decades ago, the remnants of the abandoned scales are more solid. Just like it was a few decades ago, the Abandoned Scales still drips blood. The red coral that holds up the tail of the yuan is the soul of the abandoned scales and the blood of the abandoned scales.

Yuan Wei suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion, with the appearance of the white sturgeon, Shui Churen, Wei Bao'er and Abandoned Scales, he found that he was never alone, and some people still worried about themselves in unknown corners.

"Abandon the scales, I, I, I haven't come yet, and forge a new scale armor for you......" Motowei was a rare hesitant.

"Actually, the disciple has never dared to make it clear to the master. I voluntarily gave up all the scales of my body for love, and only the pain that kept going on day and night could make me always know that I had loved ......" Scales laughed.

Is it because he knew that his life was short, and because he had the determination to give up his body and soul, did he dare to say what was in his heart? He looked around, except for Guan Yao, who was at a loss, the people around him were all for themselves. They are Bai Luan, Lu Xian, and Jiu Ji who accompanied them all the way, as well as the Yindaihe white sturgeon, Wu Nian, and then the Shui Chu people and the Teng Snake Yunyi who hid behind her to probe her brain, and finally the abandoned scales with only a trace of remnant soul and the light rain riding on the eight-legged turtle.

Seeing Yuanwei's gaze sweeping over him, Xiaoyu turned his head to look away, and his little nose wrinkled and snorted heavily.

"Are you here?" said Motoo with a smile, almost all of his concerns in the Emperor Mountain Realm were here.

Seeing that Yuanwei had so many helpers coming, Guan Yao was a little hysterical, "Hahaha, the Third Realm, the sad Third Realm! Twenty thousand years ago, Xuan Mo made the Third Realm fall. Today, the Primal Tail will make the Third Realm lose all hope! You will be completely destroyed here!"

Yuanwei's heart was beating wildly, an unsolvable crisis flashed, he couldn't care about his own weakness, Ying Long's soul shouted in a low voice: "Kill Guan Yao, break the guard!"

Seeing Yuanwei pounce on Guan Yao, Shui Churen and the others naturally understood his worries. Guan Yao is not wrong, if the candle hunter arrives, it is not only Yuan Wei who faces a life and death crisis!

"It's too late! it's too late!" Guan Miao smiled fiercely, and resolutely chose to blow himself up!

Self-destruction, the most shameful way for immortal cultivators to retain their dignity!

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and a brilliant explosion like fireworks broke out in Yuwang Port.

Yuwang Port, which had existed on the bank of the Yindai River for 10,000 years, was razed to the ground, and the broken bricks and tiles of the houses mixed with muddy water rushed up to a height of hundreds of feet, and a mist mushroom head that covered the sky and the sun condensed in the air and gradually collapsed.

In the huge waves of dozens of zhang, Yuanwei held the Shenxiao shield and retreated a hundred zhang, and then he barely stopped his body. In a hurry, Yuanwei seemed to collide with someone, so he took it in his arms and protected him behind the shield.

The torrential rain was pouring down, but it was actually the river that had been hit into the sky. The cyan dome in the sky flickered, and the protective array that trapped the Fish King Port was already far away.

Yuanwei received the Shenxiao Shield, and only then did he realize that what he was in his arms was a Teng Snake Yunyi.

"My lord, what should I do?" Yun Yi's face was already pale, and even if she had the Yuanwei Shenxiao Shield to protect her in the face of a self-explosion in the Transformation God Realm, she was still seriously injured.

"Run! Escape far away along the Yindai River!" Motoo put her down and resolutely admonished.

"But adults ......"

"Don't worry, I'll flee to the Flame Dirt Mountains, the Candleshade Hunters won't notice you, let......'s go," Motoo urged.

Everyone understands that Guan Yao's self-explosion is not aimed at harming Yuanwei. Under the protection of the white sturgeon, Wu Nian, and the Shui Chu people, Guan Yao will definitely not be able to hurt Yuanwei, all she has to do is to make a huge momentum to attract more Candle Yin Hunters, in fact, she has succeeded.

"Woo-woo-woo-"

The familiar sound of tearing the void came from the sky, and Motoo knew that he could not resist the damage of the iron arrow. The red-haired Candle Yin Hunter of the Feather Clan of the Transformation God Realm was named Zhitu, and it was he who wounded Yuanwei with an arrow in the Lu Family Immortal Residence.

"Senior brother, senior brother!" In the mist, Shui Churen called anxiously, and his voice was full of worry.

"Click!" The iron arrow tore through the cyan guard array in the sky above the Fish King Port with a brilliance several feet long. The Candle Hunter has arrived, and the Guardian Array has no meaning of existence.

"I'll stop the arrow!" roared the white sturgeon. A white light broke through the mist, and the white sturgeon stepped on the bone spear and headed towards the iron arrow. "Boom!" the white sturgeon punched the flying iron arrow, but his body was slammed to the ground by the residual power of the iron arrow.

"Woo-woo-woo-"

The sound of iron arrows came again, and Wu Nian shouted, "I'll block it!"

Knowing that he couldn't wait any longer, Motowei gently swiped the snake staff and whispered to himself, "Transform the soul!"

Ying Long's soul shadow appeared, a large number of dragon scales covered Yuanwei's body, two horns protruded from the top of his head, and his hands became jagged and twisted, but his body still couldn't turn into a dragon.

"Moo-" Yuanwei raised his head and let out a dragon roar, and the huge wings fanned the monstrous waves, and the next breath had already rushed out of the Yuwang Port.

Behind him, Wu Nian, who had already been seriously injured, collided with the second iron arrow, and after a loud bang, Wu Nian, the fish king who had cultivated in the fish king port for ten thousand years, was smashed into countless pieces, and he used his own flesh and blood to lay a fatal arrow on the crotch of the yuanwei.

The white sturgeon, which barely got up from the ground, reached out blankly and caught a piece of black fish scales floating in the air, and there was a tearing pain in his heart. At that time, the white sturgeon and the black year were originally one, in order to hide their own whereabouts, in order not to break through the fairyland, they were forcibly divided into the white sturgeon and the black year. Although the two have been quarrelling for 10,000 years, the feeling of being born from the same root has always existed. Now that Wu Nian has been killed by the candle hunters, how can the white sturgeon not be in pain.

The white sturgeon looked at the departing figure of Yuanwei, and a smile of relief appeared on his face. He clutched the palm-sized black fish scales to his chest and stretched out his body.

The Yindai River is surging, and one after another huge waves are surging up the embankment. The white sturgeon is like an island standing in the middle of the sea, and the surrounding river lifts it higher and higher. And the spiritual power on the white sturgeon's body exploded, and the hurricane wrapped around him like a giant dragon, spinning round and round.

"Stop him! He wants to break through the fairyland!" The candle hunter had arrived, and the two arrows of Zhitu only shot Wu Nian, and gave the white sturgeon a chance to break through the fairyland, and he roared loudly in anger.

"If you want to become an immortal, you have no chance!" Zhou Roe Deer, the Candle Yin Hunter of the Beast Race Transformation God Realm, raised his double axe and pounced on the white sturgeon.

"Boom!" the twin axes did not slash at the white sturgeon, and a huge spherical protective array shone with a holy light to protect him firmly.

"White sturgeon, I'll stop them for you. Within ten breaths, you have to succeed!" Shui Chu people held the Emperor Mountain Seal in their hands.

The white sturgeon had no time to answer, and the figures of the Shui Chu people, the child slaughter, and the roe deer had already disappeared into the depths of the mist.

"Ten, Nine, Eight......"

"Yuanwei, you come down for me!" Huang Wei, who had disappeared for a long time, did not escape, he just quietly hid in the shadows, and when he saw Yuanwei turn into a soul and flee, he stabbed the spear in his hand at Yuanwei.

"Don't hurt me, sama!" a giant white ape rose into the air and blocked the spear in midair......

The meta tail does not stop......

The spiritual power of the white sturgeon is rising......

"Seven, Six, Five......"

"Motoo, you can't escape, give up......" The voice was so calm and unfamiliar, as if a bystander. In the middle of the Fish King Port, Wei Bei, the Great Commander of the Candle Yin Hunters, had already arrived.

After the Soul Condensing Realm was difficult to face and the Transformation God Realm Han Lei was killed one after another, Wei Bei of the Fairy Realm became the ultimate leader of the Candle Yin Hunters. It is rumored that Wei Bei and Broken Cloud died in the first battle of Beast King Mountain, but after all, the rumor is still a rumor, Wei Bei cut Broken Cloud, and he still exists well.

The few candle hunters around Wei Bei were all in the Transformation God Realm without exception.

"Boom!" an invisible pagoda fell from the sky and smashed on Yuanwei's body. Linyi fanned wildly, but he couldn't stop Yuanwei from falling from mid-air and falling into the water.

"Your Excellency!"

"Master!"

Yuanwei's body was blurred with flesh and blood, and when he barely opened his eyes, what he saw was the protection of Yunyi, Xiaoyu, the eight-legged turtle Xiangcang and the abandoned scales.

"Didn't you let you escape along the Yindai River?" Motoo stared at them fiercely.

"Master, the abandoned scales are just a wisp of remnant soul, the emperor will dump the scales but there is nothing he can do, please allow me to help Master with a drop of blood!"

"Grandpa!" Xiaoyu couldn't cry! She knew that there were no more abandoned scales in the world!

Motowei wiped that drop of blood like a mouth, and the blood was like fire, completely igniting his soul and body. Yuanwei pointed at Xiaoyu, the eight-legged turtle Xiangcang and Yun Yi with a snake staff, and commanded viciously: "Give me all to the Yindai River, and when I lure away the candle hunters, flee immediately!"

Seeing Yuanwei staggering away in the muddy water with a snake staff, Yun Yi turned into a snake and chased after him, "My lord, it is my life's pursuit to become your mount. ”

"Four, Three, Two......"

"Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-" The huge waves were monstrous, and a snake several feet long soared upward, and it was the tail on the snake's back!

"It's all in vain!" Wei Bei snorted coldly, and a figure beside him turned into a white light, hitting Yuan Wei directly.

"Rain tricks!" Xiao Yu waved his staff, crying and conjuring a thick dark cloud to protect Yuanwei and Yun Yi in it. Because of the existence of Yunyu, Yuanwei's divine sense was magnified a lot, and a killing intent that endangered life and death came to his face, Yuanwei carried the Shenxiao Shield on his shoulder and tightly hugged Teng Snake's neck and roared loudly, "Sink down!"

The serpent's massive body spun sharply in midair, and then thrust its head vertically downward. Almost at the same time, a black dagger slashed through where Mototail had just been!

Although the dagger flew into the air, the arc of light drawn by the dagger still swept heavily on the Shenxiao Shield. Yuanwei's shoulders sank, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, sprinkled on the back of the Teng snake like rain. The Candle Yin Hunter of the Transformation God Realm was so strong, if he hadn't dodged, Yuan Wei and Yun Yi would have already died!

"Huh?" the candle hunter cried out in surprise, he didn't expect that Motowei would be able to sense his presence, let alone that Motowei would be able to dodge his own killing moves. Seeing the huge tail of the Teng Snake slapping the water surface and taking off again, the corners of the candle hunter's mouth curled, and he casually rubbed a pair of daggers on the placket of his clothes, "Can you still escape this time?"

"One ......"

"Wow-" The raging tide of Yuwangbu fell, the water that rushed up the embankment began to recede, the swirling storm over Yuwangbu began to stop, and the white sturgeon standing in the huge waves was gone......

The snake flew quickly, but Yuan Wei could not get rid of the killing intent behind him, and the pair of black daggers seemed to be hanging above his head. Yuanwei gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Yun Yi, turn back!"

Teng Snake's slender body was like a flexible whip, the snake's tail rolled forward, the snake's head remained in place and turned its direction, and at the moment when the direction changed, the Yuan's tail snake staff stabbed forward like a cone.

"Ding!" a crisp sound of gold and iron colliding and needle tips clashing.

The tail of the snake staff seemed to resist something sharp in the void, and after a breath, the huge dagger and the candle hunter of the Transformation Realm appeared in front of Yuanwei.