His left hand turned into a golden flame, and Leng Wushuang was firmly tied to the sacrificial corpse, and she watched as a flame arm shook in front of her, and clusters of flames rose in front of it.

She had seen the horror of Sheng Yan. Although she didn't know what the sacrifice wanted to do, she subconsciously knew that she couldn't touch the flame arm of the sacrifice.

Instinctively, she hunched her waist and kept her body as far away as possible from the sacrificial arm.

Compared with Leng Wushuang's panic, this was a smile that came from confidence on the face of the sacrificer, and he said to Leng Wushuang behind him, "Hold on!"

I saw that the energy on his Saint Yan's left arm suddenly exploded, and the flame, which was originally only slightly thicker than the ordinary arm, suddenly swelled several times, and a circle of pale golden flames swelled out on the periphery of the golden flame.

This pale golden flame not only enveloped the sacrificial body, but also wrapped Leng Wushuang behind her, and when this flame energy touched her, she almost screamed.

But what she couldn't imagine was that when the ultra-high-calorie Holy Flame energy touched her, what she felt was not the kind of scorching heat that was about to suffocate in an instant, but a warm feeling like the sun.

His left arm bent back slightly and then slammed forward, his huge arm that only extended out was like a hook claw, extending several meters away, and the energy like five fingers was forcefully inserted into the cliff, like an iron lock in an iron box.

"I'm amazing!" said the sacrificial priest as he turned to Leng Wushuang behind him.

But Leng Wushuang looked at him with an angry face and said, "You did it on purpose, right?"

The sacrificial priest obviously understood what she meant, but he knew that how to theorize with Leng Wushuang would never lead to a result, so he didn't answer Leng Wushuang's question head-on, but directly diverted the topic.

"We can't afford to delay here, or those rocks might really kill us!" he swung like a monkey towards where the tiger was.

Leng Wushuang stared at the rocks above his head that were about to smash at them, and he didn't want to say anything.

It's just that she has a certain guess about the power of the Holy Flame that the sacrifice is using now, after all, if she doesn't make a breakthrough, it is absolutely impossible to have the power she has now, and even if she does, it will definitely not be so easy.

The location of the little tiger was not too far away from the sacrifice to them, and the rocks behind them were also rolling more and more, and they were about to smash at them.

"Sacrifice, hurry up and think of a way! don't wait until we get out, we will die here first!" Leng Wushuang looked a little anxious.

The priest sighed and said, "I said, eldest lady, who caused this trouble?

Leng Wushuang smiled evilly and said, "Since you said so, then don't blame me!"

After saying that, she shouted "Little Tiger!" at the person in front of her, and then directly wrapped her palm with a cloud of white energy, and cut off the belt made of steel with just one blow.

"Hey, are you crazy!" Sacrifice never expected that he just said this casually, Leng Wushuang would seek death like this, which he couldn't have imagined.

Just as he turned his body sideways to grab Leng Wushuang with his right hand, a huge rock slammed into his back, causing the whole person to lose his original balance.

He hurriedly used his left arm to block the falling rocks, but there were too many.

"Wushuang! Wushuang!" the priest cried out heartbreakingly, his voice resounding through the canyon like an endless dragon.

"Huh, why are you calling me?" a slightly playful voice came from the rock that blocked the view of the sacrificer.

The priest turned to look, and between the cracks in the rocks, red light pierced out, and the light grew stronger and stronger.

The dazzling light made the sacrificial eyes a little unable to open, and he instinctively covered his eyes with his right hand.

But with the sound of a tiger's roar, the rocks that had originally slipped all over the sky actually shattered directly as if they had hit an iron plate.

The sacrificial priest took down the arm that blocked his vision, and the person who appeared in front of him at this moment was Leng Wushuang, wearing a set of tiger striped armor on her body, and a blood-red king character was printed on the cold sky in her hand.

To the Sacrifice Priest's surprise, Leng Wushuang was riding a tiger-shaped ore beast more than two meters long, this ore beast was made of blood-red rock, and on its back it was a pair of wings as light as feathers.

He immediately concluded that this was definitely Xiaohu's right, but why did Xiaohu suddenly become so big?

At this moment, a fiery red energy was burning around the little tiger, and it was this energy that shattered the rocks that were close to them.

The little tiger fluttered his wings, flew to the side of the sacrifice, bit his clothes, and led him directly out of the danger zone, to the entrance of a cave, before putting him down.

The priest asked with a look of surprise, "What......'s this?" Is this a little tiger?? How could it be so big all of a sudden?"

Regarding the question of sacrifice, Leng Wushuang just smiled indifferently, this seemed to be the secret between her and Xiaohu, and she didn't want to know it to this guy who made her frightened.

"Secret!" was just two simple words that dismissed all the problems of the sacrifice.

She jumped off the little tiger's body, and the little tiger~ changed back to her previous size and got into Leng Wushuang's arms with a proud face.

The priest's attitude towards these two guys seemed a little helpless, after all, he couldn't tell them what to do Since the other party didn't want to say, he could only put away that curiosity.

"Who is it, disturbing my Lord Seamus?" an old voice came from inside the cavern.

It was just a sound, and it actually caused an air flow like a storm, and the sacrificial corpse hurriedly blocked in front of Leng Wushuang, and at the same time, the left arm of the saint Yan from the ground was inserted into the ground, and even then it was almost blown away by this air current.

Leng Wushuang also inserted his cold sky into the ground to fix himself, they couldn't imagine that there would be such a powerful person in this space.

"Huh...... Who are you? I feel the breath of the silver dragon in you! Are you sent by him? You bastards, you traitors, give me death!" his voice became much more excited, and a bloody breath wafted through the air.

The sacrificial priest immediately felt bad, he turned to Leng Wushuang behind him and said, "Don't hide it now, use any means, otherwise you will really die here!"

Leng Wushuang nodded, and at this moment, five balls of light of different colors lit up on his body, and on these balls of light were written five different words, namely: red force, yellow jian, white wind, blue ice, and black shadow.

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