The nun let go of her shocking self, gave time to think, and said proudly to the spiritual fire: "You follow me." It's better to call it Yi Nian. ”

The chief of the Honghuang, surnamed Yi, named Ziqing, changed the word.

Yi Nian's short little hand wrapped around the nun's neck and nodded shyly, but she was still a little scared.

A person who can quietly tear apart his soul and endure extreme pain with a calm face is simply crazy.

However, when she used her body, she protected its weak sea of consciousness and divine soul.

The law of the jungle, but without losing its heart, is the object it can rely on.

Mo Yue casually took out the previous legendary weapon from the void, and watched the nun leave, but saw the nun smile sideways, and said a few words silently with red lips.

The red garment is like fire, scorching its splendour; Yiren is unique, smiling proudly.

So, let her stir up the storm in the upper realm, and make the traitor uneasy.

The nightmare of the upper realm opened again, not to mention that countless families were wiped out between the actions of the madmen of the Mo family, that is, when they fought for their lives on the battlefield, they actually directly shattered their dantian or became mortals without cultivation.

Memories and records of 10,000 years instantly filled the sea of consciousness of the betrayer, and the screams of fear and collapse were endless.

The frightened betrayer trembled, knelt down and begged for mercy, blood stained the earth red, and the god of war who crawled out of hell did not relent.

The nun drank all the old wine in one gulp, smashed the wine jug arrogantly, wiped the wine stains overflowing from the corners of her mouth, and looked up to the sky and laughed.

The long red skirt was like a life-harvesting scythe, whirring over the heads of the kneeling monks.

Just when the betrayer thought that he could pick up his life and touch the heavens and the earth, he heard a big word smash down.

"Die!"

Mo Yue wiped away the blood that spilled from her lips, rudely threw away the frightened monk in her hand, took a moment's breath, and slowly sat down against the blood-spattered wall.

Before she died, she poured all her power into the whip, and she had forcibly absorbed the power that belonged to her in her body, and killed countless betrayers.

Now, it's a little bit unbearable.

This opportunity to slay the betrayer along the bloodline must not be lost!

The violent power brutally rushed in the meridians, eating away at the master's reason little by little, Mo Yue's throat was sweet, trembling and grabbing the clothes on his chest, blood gushing out again.

Blood flowed down the delicate jaw, blending into the terrifying, vague night.

"Who!" The woman turned her head sharply and threw out the divine beast that turned into a long whip, intending to directly kill the offender with the force of breaking the rules.

Qing Huan caught the long whip with one hand, leaving dazzling blood marks on Ruyu's skin.

"Let's get started."

The little prince's voice was low, and there was undisguised distress in the phoenix's eyes.

The night was bewildering, Qing Huan was long and jade, his black hair was light, and his dark eyes were particularly terrifying, and the flames from hell burned violently in them, and the demons roared silently and madly.

He stretched the whip back with all his might, and took his stumbling sweetheart in his arms, locked his arms tightly, and buried his head between the woman's soft neck.

The cold fragrance on his sweetheart made him feel rare dizzy.

"You've gone too far, several families in the upper realm are in ruins, and you want to send several powerhouses who don't enter the world to break through the rules directly."

"I've got someone to protect that kid."

I'm not going to help you resist, so start making a bet.

Kill me or 。。。。。。