He calculated everything, even the aftermath of the black-robed man, but he didn't expect that Yan Tao would never retreat.

This child didn't even enter the retreat room at all.

Qin Zong sat on the ground unconsciously, his slender fingers pinching his forehead, and his dark eyes were already showing a blurred color.

Sweat was oozing from his forehead, drip by drop running down the bridge of his tall nose.

Between the handsome eyebrows, there was a faint overflow of pain.

Yan Tao frowned.

She is still young in the end, and her Taoism is far inferior to Yan Zun, who is already a thousand years old.

Yan Zun made this set of formations, she couldn't break them at all.

Even, never seen.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Yan Tao's dark and demonic peach blossom eyes stared at Yan Zun, and there was a faint anger rising in his eyes.

"I don't need anyone to call the shots for me!"

"Even if it's in the name of doing it for my good."

The girl's words were cold and cold, and there was a harsh coercion.

Her eyes were clear, and she went straight to the bottom of Yan Zun's heart.

Yan Zun's heart trembled slightly. He looked at the girl with a resolute look in her eyes, her lips squirmed, but she didn't speak.

"Let him go!"

Yan Tao spoke again.

Her voice was deep and clear, like a knife piercing Yan Zun's heart.

"If something happens to him, I won't do what you want!"

By now, Yan Tao has guessed that he is the center point of this bureau.

Even though, she didn't know what Yan Zun was going to do.

But she understands one thing,

If you die, everything will come to naught.

Yan Zun's fingers hanging by his side clenched tightly.

The man used to have a cynical face, but at this moment he inexplicably revealed a sadness and sadness.

That kind of sorrow, with a deep sense of pain from the bone marrow.

It makes people's hearts beat uncontrollably.

Yan Tao was also slightly depressed.

The sadness and sadness in Yan Zun's eyes seemed to be a dead ancient well, and there was no longer any life.

It's heavy, it's beautiful, but it's deadly silent.

The father and daughter were confronting each other, and the black-robed man on the other end suddenly burst out laughing.

He laughed wildly, and even faintly revealed schadenfreude and unexpected surprise.

"Hahaha......"

The black-robed man's hoarse laughter rolled through the universe.

During this time, he had been trapped by Lu Zhidao and the other three, and the black robe on his body was almost in tatters.

He staggered back, but his eyes were fixed on Yan Zun and Yan Tao.

Suddenly, with a wave of his right hand.

A figure almost identical to him suddenly floated out on the right side of the black-robed man, but this person's figure was a little ethereal, and he suddenly flew out a hundred meters away and staggered into the distance.

At the same time, the black-robed man who was trapped by Lu Zhidao and the three exploded in place.

Zhong Kui's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately threw out two horses to entangle Lu Zhidao and Cui Jue, and with a wave of his big hand, he pulled the two to his side.

"Bang!"

A loud explosion rang out.

Lu Zhiguang's sleeves brushed over, and his sleeves covered the oncoming heat wave.

But it still shows some embarrassment.

He waved his sleeves, quite disgusted: "This guy is crazy, right?" ”

actually blew up his heavenly soul.

It is important to know that people have three souls and seven spirits.

The three souls are the foundation, and the heavenly soul is the root of man.

Without the Heavenly Soul, you can only wander between heaven and earth in this life, becoming a lonely ghost and a wild ghost.

Waiting for the end of a certain day, you can no longer enter the path of samsara.

This black-robed man is so crazy that he dares to blow up his heavenly soul!

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