"What if......" Ye Qiantong suddenly raised her eyes to look at the black mist lotus in the space, as if she was looking at the little guy inside.

The Netherworld was stunned for a moment, and instantly wanted to jump up and shout loudly.

However, Ye Qiantong, who was in the state of the soul in the space, suddenly shouted sharply: "Shut up!" ”

The Netherworld Ghost Fire was immediately stunned, and his face was dazed and confused.

However, in the next second, I saw that the black mist lotus in the space seemed to stand upside down, and the swirling lotus mist was inserted upside down, invisibly revealing a sense of horror.

At this time, Ye Qiantong's divine consciousness had returned, her body was floating with the waves next to the dead wood, her body was cold and stiff, her body's various functions were reduced to a minimum, her breathing was weak, almost nothing, there was no fluctuation, as if she was really like a floating corpse that had been floating for a long time.

The silence around was terrifying, as if it was full of undead, as if a hurricane was brewing.

Just as Ye Qiantong was doing all this, a huge black shadow quietly swam in the sea.

The cold sequins reflected the arc of the sun, cold and sharp, and it was creepy.

Ye Qiantong was about to curse why she was so unlucky, but suddenly, the huge dragon body passed through the water below her, and the powerful aura was fierce and bloodthirsty, full of violent killing, extremely terrifying.

Ye Qiantong felt a little hairy in her heart, and her whole body was as cold as falling into an ice cave, pretending to be dead and letting the waves sway.

Unexpectedly, this berserk black dragon really broke through the seal of the demon abyss, but looking at its scorched black dragon scales and blood, it seemed to be very different from the previous situation.

It doesn't look like a real dragon at all, but a type of dragon.

Emperor Mingjue once said that the berserk black dragon belongs to the alien species of the dragon family, as the saying goes, it is a hybrid dragon, and it has the blood of both the dragon and the Jiao clan.

When he was in the Demon Abyss before, Ye Qiantong felt that its dragon power was infiltrating, violent and ferocious.

But now, she only felt the breath of Jiao, and the dragon's breath was weak.

Could it be that the berserk black dragon did not succeed, but instead cultivated into a void and regressed in the bloodline?

Ye Qiantong's mind was full of thoughts, and she finally waited for the furious black dragon to stay away, and she was about to relax her body and mind for a while, and her state of high mental tension was really dizzy, nauseous and nauseous.

However, at this moment, Ye Qiantong's face changed suddenly, and he gritted his teeth and cursed secretly.

I saw a black shadow on the other side of the sky like a meteorite, rushing at the speed of light, with the momentum of breaking the army, and the momentum was violent.

Ye Qiantong recognized it at a glance that it was Situ Jing!!

In the blink of an eye, Situ Jing's figure fell from the sky, only to see that his expression was indifferent, his aura was full of aura, looking down on all beings like a god, high above, giving people a strong sense of shock.

At this moment, Situ Jing had already cleaned up, and he was just floating in the air like that, standing with his hands in his hands, as if he was stepping on the clouds, looking at Ye Qiantong indifferently, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Ye Qiantong didn't move, just lying quietly on the water, floating around with the dead wood, like a lonely duckweed on the sea.

Her gaze was unwavering, and her pale face was calm and calm.

"Heh, it's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, it doesn't take any effort to get here, you really make this young master easy to find!" Situ Jing didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill her, but looked at her embarrassment playfully.

Ye Qiantong glanced at him faintly, the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of sarcasm, and he smiled without saying a word.

Just kidding, the furious black dragon is nearby, he wants to be cannon fodder, and she doesn't accompany him.

"What do you think the young master should do with you? Skinning cramps, thousands of cuts, five horses splitting corpses, and breaking thousands of corpses? Say, "Which kind of capital punishment is more suitable for you?" ”