Chapter 951 The monstrous killing machine battle begins. Originally, Qiong Ling'er wanted to go up to help, but looking at Wan Xin, who was already crumbling not far away, her figure moved, and the afterimage flashed, supporting Wan Xin.

"Sister Xin'er, you're fine, right?"

Looking at Wan Xin's pale face, Qiong Ling'er asked worriedly, her bright eyes flashing with ripples.

"It's okay, it's just a little dizzy, just rest for a while. ”

Although Wan Xin also wanted to pretend that nothing was wrong, but the sharp pain in her mind made her pretty face even paler, and she almost fainted, if it wasn't for Qiong Ling'er supporting her, she was almost about to fall.

"Sister Xin'er, don't talk about it, hurry up and rest. ”

Qiong Ling'er brought her back to the ground and persuaded her with some tears.

"Hmm. ”

Wan Xin didn't want to continue to hold on, because if she left a hidden disease, it would be even more troublesome, so she took a few elixirs that adjusted her mind, closed her eyes, and began to recover.

This is a hard battle, as soon as Haotian and Wu Yun got into play, his face changed, and he knew why Dao Qiong Ling'er couldn't take him down.

The Body of the Witch Vein!

He quickly understood, and when he tried his best, it was just a fight, and both sides couldn't help each other.

And the dozen or so Xuantian Palace disciples and the four people of the Wuling Clan are also about the same, and it is impossible to distinguish the winner in a short period of time.

To deal with the Wuling Clan, the Terrans also have certain tactics, that is, wheel warfare!

The strength of the magic power can attack people's souls, and every time they collide, the souls will be affected, and the wheel war can change this disadvantage!

"Damn, damn it, I'm going to make you all puppets!"

Wu Yun jumped violently, and his mouth let out a fierce roar again, and when the four Wu Spirit Clans saw this, they also roared violently, and the piercing sound came far away.

"It's not good, Senior Sister Ling'er, you hurry up and leave here with Senior Sister Xin'er!"

Seeing this, Haotian's complexion changed, and he wanted to force the guy in front of him to retreat, but he couldn't do it, so he had to shout at Qiong Ling'er who was not far away.

He understands very well the importance of Qiong Ling'er to Xuantian Palace, and he must not be strangled here, otherwise, he will be a sinner of Xuantian Palace!

"But..."

Qiong Ling'er was a little hesitant, she knew that as soon as she left like this, Haotian and the others would undoubtedly fall into a desperate situation.

They had come to save themselves, and it was such a selfish thing to abandon them and run away on their own, which would make her feel uneasy.

"Hurry up, do you want us all to die here?!"

Seeing her hesitant appearance, Haotian was in a hurry, and immediately yelled at her.

Just when Qiong Ling'er gritted her teeth and wanted to take Wan Xin away, it was already too late...

"Boom...

The sound of breaking the air resounded continuously, and there were people from the Witch Spirit Clan coming from all over the place, but only a few, that is, there were more than a dozen people from the Witch Spirit Clan, and they surrounded this place.

"Kill them all, I'll use them to make a puppet!"

Wu Yun shouted loudly, left Haotian behind, and rushed directly towards Qiong Ling'er.

Obviously, he is still angry about Qiong Ling'er for killing his cronies, and he wants to take them down and torture them fiercely to make up for the pain of losing his cronies.

Although Haotian wanted to go and stop him, he soon fell into the siege of the Wuling Clan, and only a little, and the children of Xuantian Palace fell.

Qiong Ling'er was the same, once again caught in a bitter battle with Wu Yun, and had no time to take care of anything else.

"Ah!!h

Another disciple of Xuantian Palace held his head and screamed miserably, bleeding from his seven orifices and falling down.

"Kill!"

The witch spirit clan who killed the children of Xuantian Palace swept his eyes, and saw Wan Xin sitting on the ground, and immediately rushed down and killed him directly, taking the head directly, and showing no mercy.

"Huh?"

Although Wan Xin was in the process of pranayama, but when the killing intent hit, she still reacted quickly, endured the headache, turned her hand and made a frost handprint, although she escaped by luck, but the person was also knocked out of the air, a mouthful of blood spurted out, her vision was also a little blurred, and the whole world shook in front of her eyes.

"Sister Xin'er!"

Seeing that the Wu Ling clan rushed up again, Qiong Ling'er still couldn't separate herself, and suddenly her mouth let out a cry like a cuckoo crying blood, one was caught off guard, and she was almost plotted by Wu Yun, around this, she also worked hard to roll, and there was a sharp pain in her head, and she had to deal with the strong enemy in front of her.

"Die!"

This witch spirit clansman, his face was hideous and terrifying, the pimples on his face were like bubbles in the ditch, very disgusting, and a magic power was condensed in his hand, which directly stabbed at Wan Xin's head, who had no ability to resist.

If she succeeds this time, Wanxin's soul will definitely be killed.

"Huh?"

Listening to the cruel smile from his mouth, Wan Xin subconsciously stood up and wanted to dodge, but she fell again, and when she was about to close her eyes and wait for death to come, she found that her body did not touch the hard ground, but fell into a warm embrace.

"So familiar"

She just wanted to struggle, but she smelled a smell of deep memory, she gave up the struggle, and tried to open her eyes, but in the haze, she saw a face that made her think about it.

"Brother Hao"

Tears in her eyes fell down her cheeks, and she took a deep look, but slowly closed her eyes.

Apparently, she had taken it for a dream.

You must know that Feng Hao is in the Tianwu Continent, how could he come to the Hongmeng Realm? How could he come to the Source Realm?

This was impossible in her subconscious, perhaps, this was the prayer of God after hearing the most sorrowful prayer in her heart, so this virtual image appeared in front of her.

"Xin'er, Xin'er, wake up!"

Looking at the pretty face in front of him, Feng Hao's heart ached, as if it had been torn, and a sharp blade was slowly cutting on it.

This pain goes deep into the soul.

"Give me death!"

The man from the Witch Spirit Clan was only slightly stunned, and then turned towards Feng Hao to kill.

"Whew!"

An afterimage flashed, and a large ugly head flew into the sky, and blood spurted out like a fountain, staining the surrounding land red, and finally fell to the ground like the stake.

"Brother Hao?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Wan Xin was stunned, excited, and dizzy struck, and immediately let her fall into a coma and fall into Feng Hao's arms.

"Xin'er?"

After confirming that Wan Xin was only in a coma, Feng Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

A little, a cold killing machine spread between heaven and earth