In an instant, the silver jungle was filled with a chilling killing intent.

What a ghost!

No, it should be that the recovery ability of the demon clan is too strong, right? No, no, no.. This person was obviously destroyed by her! How is it possible to be alive?

What went wrong?

Shen Yanmei on the side widened her eyes in disbelief and looked at the man in black in a daze.

"You... You..."

Qingluan just frowned, and raised his voice: "You're not dead?" ”

"By your gift, this king has died once."

The curvature of the corners of the pale lips is getting bigger and bigger, and the cruel and fanatical killing intent is fierce.

"Oh... The Demon King saved you? Qingluan raised his eyebrows, probably understanding, this Ao Li will help Jun Qianxie do things because Jun Qianxie saved his life, right? This demon king is also a bull, and even the demon who was destroyed by the nuclear crystal can be saved?

This is already against the sky, right?

"Yes and what."

The blue-green eyes narrowed slightly, and the killing intent was surging.

A fierce wind blew from nowhere in the silver jungle, and hunting sounded.

The black clothes on Ao Li's body were blown up by the strong wind, agitating up and down.

Countless celestial spider silks slowly appeared in mid-air, suddenly silver and transparent, appearing and disappearing, making it impossible to see their true appearance. Qingluan's fingers wrapped a piece of spider silk around it, and raised his eyes, "It's nothing, there's nothing to say, sister, we're still on the same front~"

Qingluan looked in the direction of Xueyin Valley with a smile.

"Of course, that's what my sister said." The charming woman's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly replied with a smile.

"Then let's cultivate the immortal cultivators of the True Realm, come and meet you demons and demons." Qingluan laughed, her pale little face, her smile was sunny, bright and dazzling, but it didn't make people feel warm.

Instead, it was cold.

The Celestial Spider Silk suddenly rose and spread from all directions.

Roar!!!

In vain, a huge shadow rose into the air, and the huge figure of the fox was faintly visible.

Qingluan glanced at it.

The corners of the dark red robe's Qianye Falling lips smiled, evil and frivolous, outlining a bit of coldness.

There is a murderous atmosphere..

Bang!

Suddenly there was a thunderclap.

The originally clear sky was suddenly covered with layers of dark clouds, several white lightning bolts loomed from the clouds, and huge pale whirlpools slowly flowed. With a click, a white bolt of lightning struck down in the whirlpool.

Suddenly, thousands of sword shadows flashed.

The law that changes the power of heaven and earth...

Everyone tilted their heads slightly, and as soon as they saw this scene of lightning and thunder, they knew whose domain it was.

The Immortal Sect is a real person in the god period, and a real person in the cold night.

Qingluan narrowed his eyes, he deserved to be a local immortal cultivator, this kind of realm that communicates the laws of heaven and earth and has the power of heaven and earth. It is a realm that these otherworldly beings will never be able to reach, because the laws of heaven and earth in this world will not respond to them.

"Your opponent, here."

The pale white light swam away the long sword, and the white feathers of the fox danced lightly.

The magnificent dark blue eyes, cold and elegant, like the proud ice lotus on the top of the snow-capped mountain, poured out the prosperity of the passing years, and it seems to be seeing flowers in the fog and the moon in the water, which makes people not real.

"I can't ask for it."

The demonic red lips raised lightly, evoking a cruel and bloodthirsty mockery.

Oops, brothers fight!

Feng Yicen shook the feather fan, walked behind Qingluan, and stared at Ao Li with deep eyes.

"He leaves it to me, and you go and deal with them."

Qingluan glanced at him and said out loud.

As soon as the words fell, Feng Yicen frowned, "Senior sister, don't be careless. "The demonic power on this person's body is boiling, his cultivation is definitely not weak, and the killing intent is strong at this time, Qingluan will deal with him alone?

"Don't worry, I'm measured." Qingluan glanced at him.

Feng Yicen frowned.

Qingluan at this time is a little different from the previous Qingluan.

"Senior brother, you go and help them." Qingluan signaled the direction of Yao Baixue and the others.

There is still too little cannon fodder on their side.

Mei Ji and a few people were dragged by paper kites and white pigeons, and although the remaining large group of black-robed people had Yao Baixue and others and Ye Buyan, there were too many of them, and it was difficult to stop them for a while.

"Okay." Feng Yicen looked at Qingluan and nodded helplessly.

The jade white feather fan is lightly raised.

In the silver jungle under the dark clouds, several dark guards appeared out of thin air.

"Kill."

A feather fan fingers.

Handsome as the wind, elegant as smoke.

It is full of deep and endless killing intent.