If you can catch a strange fire in the ruins of the ancient fallen battlefield......

But thinking of this, the corners of Ye Qiantong's eyebrows twisted slightly, she is now a second-order martial artist, and if she wants to enter the ruins of the ancient fallen battlefield, she must be a fourth-order.

Clenched her fists, Ye Qian's red lips pursed slightly, maybe she should think of a way to enter the ruins of the Ancient Fallen Battlefield.

Suddenly, her beautiful eyes flashed, and her gaze swept indifferently to the street corner on the left, her red lips drawing a playful arc.

There, a straight but embarrassed figure appeared.

The ruthless gaze of the gloomy crane was like a ghost, as if it was about to shoot her into a thousand holes.

The fists behind him clenched tightly, and all the nails were pinched into the flesh!

If it weren't for the master's order to bring her back to the Supreme Tower, he would never allow this woman to step within half a step of the Supreme Tower.

It's hateful!

Ruthlessly took a deep breath, and then took a deep breath hard, and finally suppressed the grievances and resentment in his heart a little, but suddenly heard the other party's arrogant and arrogant scolding: "What are you doing in a daze?" Don't lead the way! ”

"You ——!!" He jerked his head up, his eyes wide with rage, but he only saw a red-clothed figure who was so arrogant that he seemed to exude contempt for all things.

The ruthless originally gloomy face instantly became hideous and distorted, and his body exuded a murderous aura, boiling like the angry tide of the sea, rolling and surging, forming an invisible coercion, making pedestrians afraid to avoid it.

He can't wait to strangle this slut immediately!

But the master's penetrating eyes have been shocking in his heart, the phalanges of the sword that were ruthlessly clasped at his waist made a gurgling sound, and the strength in his hand suddenly increased, and finally he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and left with a gloomy and cruel face.

Ye Qiantong raised her eyes slightly, looking at his aggrieved appearance, her bewitching crimson lips were slightly hooked, and her clear and beautiful eyes exuded an evil and unbridled aura.

She likes to be seen by others who are not pleasing to her eyes, but she has no choice.

————

The tallest and magnificent building of the Eastern Jin Dynasty is not the splendid palace treasure hall, but the majestic supreme building.

The collection of glaze, carved beams and paintings, bricks and tiles all reveal a magnificent and luxurious high-end style.

On the top floor of the Supreme Building, the rooms of the palace are as luxurious and noble as the palace, like a cold hole made of ice cubes, spreading cold frost.

In the center of the three-dimensional star array listed by Black Moon, Black Wind, and Double Shadowless, a handsome and demonic boy like a god, and a thrillingly beautiful demonic face like Satan and the devil, even though it is as pale as snow, it exudes an innate momentum of transcending the nine heavens.

Suddenly, a dazzling fire-colored light swept into his body like lightning, and in an instant, the wild and powerful spiritual power was raging and surging, the breath of the proud and peerless king was like a king in the world, the thousand-year-old cold poison of the ice picks died down in an instant, and the thick ice covering the wall suddenly melted and evaporated, and the entire room recovered like a spring breeze.

Black Moon, Black Wind, and Twin Shadowless Shadows all worked at the same time, and only after three weeks of pranayama did they open their eyes and slowly exhale a breath of turbidity.

Seeing that his master's face gradually regained its ruddy and rosy atmosphere, the three of them looked at each other, and their tense faces finally showed the happiness of the rest of their lives, and then they withdrew from the room very tacitly, quietly.

However, at this time, they didn't notice that Emperor Mingjue's eyebrows quickly flashed with a deep blue cold light, and the yin aura spreading in the air suddenly swarmed towards him.

Outside the door –

"The master's divine consciousness not only left, but also allocated most of the spiritual power at the critical juncture of the confrontation with the thousand-year-old cold poison, if it weren't for the critical moment when a wave of fire spiritual power poured into the Yang and Fierce Fire Spiritual Power to continue, it is estimated that the master would have ...... powerless to return to the sky."

Shuangwuying wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with one hand, covered his pounding heart with the other, and muttered with palpitations, his face looked pale and empty because of the excessive loss of spiritual power.