"Boom !!"

The enchantment and the arrows collided, making a loud noise and a strong air current.

Everyone was shocked and took several steps back.

Even Ye Qinglan leaned back, but fortunately, Di Tianli stretched out his hand and hugged her.

Mo Ruhua was already injured, and she was defenseless, and she was shocked by the air current, and fell to the ground.

As she was about to land, a white shadow flashed in front of her eyes, and the next second she fell into the man's arms.

When she smelled the familiar fragrance, Mo Ruhua knew who was the person who caught her.

Mo Wu didn't hesitate to look at the girl in his arms, his eyes sparkled and turned, his thin lips opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but his lips moved, and he pursed it again.

Mo Ruhua came back to his senses, immediately stood firm, and said, "Thank you!" Then he walked briskly to the side that was far away from Mo.

Mo Wuxi's brows furrowed, and his gaze fell on the red stained on his snow-white sleeves.

He reached out to the bloodstain, stopping before his fingertips could touch the sleeve of his shirt.

He paused for a moment, slowly clenched his five fingers into a fist, and finally put it down.

………

The Three Protectors were shocked back to their senses by this powerful air current.

He held his sword towards Yuanming, "Evil obstacles, you have to put the guilt on His Highness." Fang Lin's death was all caused by you. If it weren't for your wolf ambition, how could the Nuwa clan become like this. ”

After speaking, the eyes of the three protectors looked at the purple grass again, "Girl, if you are really Fang Lin's daughter, you shouldn't collude with Yuan Ming with the demon clan. ”

Comfrey smiled mockingly, "I'd rather not have the mother who cruelly abandoned me." ”

"......" The face of the three protectors changed, and he didn't speak.

At the beginning, Fang Lin ruthlessly abandoned his newborn daughter for the sake of His Royal Highness, and he couldn't refute this if Zicao wanted to complain.

Yuan Ming waved the skeletal scepter in his hand, and a thick and gloomy black mist gradually enveloped the air.

From the black mist, thousands of resentful spirits fell.

As soon as those resentful spirits appeared, they ran towards the Nuwa crowd.

Everyone brandished their weapons and resisted the endless stream of wraiths.

Di Tianli placed Ye Qinglan in the innermost part of the round platform, and said to her, "Stay here and protect yourself!" ”

"Don't worry!" Ye Qinglan nodded, and Di Tianli flew towards Yuanming.

Yuan Ming fell into the devil, and although his cultivation rose sharply, he still couldn't catch up with God.

However, in his skeletal scepter, black mist was constantly released, blocking Emperor Tianli.

Below, it's another scuffle.

Although Feng Yanlin's cultivation is not high, he can still kill the resentful spirit.

Mo Ruhua withstood his wounds and wielded a bloody blade, scattering a group of demon soldiers and resentful spirits.

And the ink is not a pity, always in a position not far from the ink picturesque.

The sky was dark and gloomy, like the smoke of the battlefield, and the roars of fighting were one after another.

The number of resentful spirits is several times more than that of the Nuwa people, and they can never be killed.

Although the cultivation of resentful spirits is low, such a crowd tactic, even if it is a god, it will be tiring.

Yuezichen was leaning on the side to watch the play, but in this kind of scene, he could no longer stand by and watch and devote himself to the battle.

Standing in a group of resentful spirits, the comfrey grass held the god-killing bow in his hand, and kept shooting arrows at the surrounding crowd.

Although she did not aim directly at the target, many Nuwa people were still hit by arrows.

The bodies of those who were hit by the arrows turned into silver light little by little, dissipating into the air.

Among them, there are several of them, which almost shot on Mo Ruhua's body.

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