A quarter of an hour later, three thousand burial crows fell.

The three little leaders of the burial crows, one was solved by Yan Xi, one was trapped by Bai Qi and Bai Xiaomeng, and the other let out a sharp whistling sound and rushed towards Ye Luo and Ye Gucheng's sisters and brothers.

"Nine Days of Thunder!"

Ye Luo let out a low sigh, activated the madness of thunder, and used the new martial arts he had comprehended from the chains of flame in the battle against the little leader of the burial crow.

Nine purple thunder dragons descended from the sky and surrounded the little burial crow leader in the center in the direction of the nine-square grid. "Crackling" There was a flash of lightning and thunder, and the black feathers on the little leader of the burial crow were split by the thunder and lightning.

"Ah~ya~ya~"

The little leader of the burial crow was in pain and hissed.

Ye Luo is in the middle stage of a third-order mad martial artist, and it is still very difficult to fight the small leader of the burial crow of a sixth-order mad martial artist. First of all, grade crushing is a difficult thing to do. Even though the Nine Heavens Thunder Attack was infinitely powerful, it was only for the fourth- and fifth-order mad warriors, and for the sixth-order burial crow leader, it was like a whip that hurt a few times on the body, and it couldn't cause substantial damage at all.

"Fire Lin roars!"

Ye Luo's hands were sealed, and a mouthful of unicorn real fire spit out, like a magma-like flame, which burned the little leader of the burial crow for a while, and most of his feathers fell off, and he directly became a crow with a bald tail and a bald head.

Ye Gucheng wielded the Purple Water Ripple Sword, and he was also helping on the side, and the purple demonic qi unconsciously emanated, which was also a kind of clamp for the little leader of the burial crow.

"Ahh

The little leader of the burial crow was furious, and his bald tail and head really hurt him, and he let out a heart-rending roar at the siblings.

Tone attack.

All of a sudden, the sound waves were immense, tearing the void and tearing the eardrums.

Ye Luo only felt a tingling pain in his ears, and what was even more painful was the soul sea in the center of his eyebrows. The sound attack power of the burial crow is like an invisible blade, cutting through her soul sea, and she is about to drill into the soul altar.

"Ahhh

Beside him, Ye Gucheng seemed to be a little irresistible, bleeding from his eardrums and eyebrows.

Gu Cheng had never cultivated soul power, so the sound attack was almost fatal to him.

Ye Luo was a little anxious. She must defeat this little crow boss and shut him up! The lonely city can get rid of the doom of the shattered soul sea!

She opened her golden pupils.

The golden eyes met the blood-red pupils of the burial crow.

"Yikes!"

The burial crow's eyes stinged and trembled, and its two wings subconsciously covered its bleeding pupils, revealing its soft chest and abdomen.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Luo played the god of death and shot the soft abdomen of the little leader of the burial crows.

There was a "bang", and flesh and blood splashed. The little leader of the burial crows was pierced through the stomach, and flesh and intestines flowed out. It was seriously injured and wailed in pain, "Ya~Ya~~" one after another, like a baby crying, in the twilight, it was particularly infiltrating.

This kind of crying of babies is also a type of sound attack.

Ye Gucheng's bleeding from his eardrums and eyebrows was not alleviated, but became more serious, squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, his throat was filled with painful and suppressed moans, as if he was a trapped beast.

Ye Luo's golden pupils swept towards the little leader of the burial crow again.

This time, she saw it through to the fullest! She found that the sound attack of the burial crow did not come from her throat, but directly from the sea of souls in the center of her eyebrows.