"Strings, it's time for us to work together." Lingyin looked at the fox on Hua Xiyi's shoulder, and there was a hint of viciousness in her eyes.

"Yes." The woman named Strings said indifferently.

Although the old man with the cane also wanted to go up, he still held back.

Because he is the weakest in the eyes of these people, a group of half-step spirit emperors, he will only go up if he is dead.

Under the flow of thoughts, he decided to secretly cooperate with other forces.

Even if his movements were known, other people with small forces and less than half-step Spirit Emperor cultivation would naturally combine to kill them.

However, Lingyin also knew that this would be the result, but did she really come alone?

Will strings make them work?

Whatever her purpose with the strings is, they are bound to win.

When Hua Xiyi heard the word strings, she seemed to have heard it somewhere.

But he forgot something, and suddenly remembered that the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains at the end of the clouds were covered in blood-colored ice.

And her, it seems, there will be a relationship.

Throwing away his thoughts, he confronted them, and Lingyin was already by the strings' side.

A snake-headed scepter appeared in her hand, glowing with purple lightning.

And a guqin also appeared in the hand of the strings, but it was a blood-colored guqin.

There is a strong air of resentment, slaughter and desolation.

It's exactly the same as what she saw when she was at the end of the clouds.

The mind is tactful, but is the string lord really alive?

In the dim cave, everyone automatically avoided it, leaving a distance of nearly 100 meters.

Hua Xi snuggled up to the milk fox's side and used her spiritual power to make an invisible protective shield.

Prevent it from falling during combat.

"Who the hell are they?" The person at the bottom who noticed that something was wrong asked.

"I don't know, do you think you don't understand a word of what they say." Said a man who didn't understand anything.

The two men looked a little stranger, ready to slip away.

I looked for my accomplices and found that I was like them.

They found a very remote place to observe.

And the people above, the purple dragon that was dazed from the scepter, with a simple and mysterious aura.

The slaughter of the blood-colored guqin, the darkness blown up between the cave flutes, rotten and crazy.

The invisible collision between the piano sounds, and the shapely purple dragon, set off a huge wind and tore out all kinds of luster.

Everyone was shocked, in the cave, there was a lot of coercion, and the coercion of the supremacy of the rank was not something they could bear.

"Poof~, what's and what!" vomited blood out, and the eyes under the sword eyebrows were even more withdrawn.

"Let's slip away." Decisively, the people around him left.

One walk will have a second walk, and they will take turns in turn.

Lingyin frowned, full of pity, dissatisfied with the venue here, and waved his scepter upward.

Purple thunderbolt fury broke open the cavern, and stones and other objects fell from them.

The six of them set up protective shields around them to avoid being hit by stones.

Murong Shenjun obediently lay on her shoulder, and the surprise in his eyes could be said to be very clear.

String Le glanced at Lingyin, and saw the madness in the depths of her eyes, and the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, and she was silent.

It turned into a ray of light and soared into the sky through the hole where the rock had fallen.

At this time, the sky is full of dark clouds, and there is a tendency of thunder at any time.

Underfoot, the wind became irritable, stirring up the trees, and the birds and beasts began to flee.