Luo Qingyin calmed down and tried.

Once, no.

Twice, still not work.

Three times, still not working.

There is simply no way for these doppelgangers to fuse together.

Luo Qingyin's eyebrows frowned slightly, picked up the codex written by each Demon Venerable, and looked at it at a glance.

After reading it, she realized that the clones of the Phoenix Sword could not be fused together, they could only fuse the main body.

In other words, it doesn't work to make the eight doppelgangers unite and compete with the main body.

for the sake of snatching back the Lord's body.

This one is a bit difficult!

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the ground shook.

The body instinctively sensed the danger, and Luo Qing groaned out of the Three Saints and Three Demon Ding, only to see that the sky was as bright as day on the side of Streamer City.

Bai Shanglou stood in mid-air, and behind him stood a three-zhang tall phantom, which was amazingly powerful.

The wine fairy and the lake elder who fought against him were nowhere to be seen.

Luo Qingyin exclaimed, "What about Master and Uncle? ”

Zi Yunchen aimed at Bai Shanglou with a cannon.

But at this moment, Bai Shanglou and the phantom behind him all grabbed the old Jiuxianhu who was swept into the giant pit by the Xuan Qi waves, and the momentum was violent, and it was bound to win.

The speed was so fast that Luo Qingyin's eyes could barely keep up!

It's just that Jiuxianhu's position is too low, and the position where she and Zi Yunchen are not high, as soon as Bai goes upstairs and rushes down, the cannon can't be fired.

Jiuxian Lake didn't have time to dodge, so he could only resist hard.

Luo Qingyin gasped, and suddenly-

Rumble!

Another loud bang.

A bomb was shot out of the darkness of the diagonal and hit Shiro upstairs head-on!

Rao is white upstairs reacted, or was caught off guard by the sudden blow of the half of his body.

However, the phantom in the back was more seriously injured and disappeared all at once.

After the bomb landed, thunder and dirt rose into the sky.

This is the god-level thunder explosion talisman that Ling Kun dug up from the tomb of the Demon Venerable!

Luo Qingyin turned his head to look in the direction where the bomb was fired, and in the dark, Leng Yuyu stood behind the cannon, his clear eyes showed a little unhappiness, and muttered, "This didn't kill him." ”

No longer bothering to go upstairs, his gaze swept across the battlefield, falling on the bodies of the four ancient clan souls besieging Ling Kun, and the cannon barrel began to aim at the Jin clan souls......

Everything that happened in Streamer City could be seen clearly by the hater in the void.

Bai Shanglou, who had already won the game, was robbed of his advantage by a bomb that appeared halfway.

The four ancient clan souls besieged Ling Kun, but they couldn't attack it for a long time.

The rest of the Martial God Soul people did not have a very obvious advantage against the Martial Saints of Baixiaomen.

Martial Immortals' cultivation was even more dizzy by Ren Xian's group of people.

Hating Tianyao was furious: "A bunch of waste! ”

Feng Zhentian smiled leisurely: "It's really not good." ”

Hate Tianyao ignored him, staring at the light mirror, suddenly, he thought of something, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the light mirror: "Get over!" ”

The two of them sat facing each other and didn't know how many days and nights had passed, Feng Zhentian hadn't been pressing him with the power of the Land True Immortal, he suddenly made a move, it was too late for him to release his power, and he suddenly sat up straight: "What do you want to do?" ”

Hate Tianyao's face was distorted: "They are too slow!" ”

With his words, a giant hand appeared in the sky above Streamer City through the light mirror, and grabbed it straight towards Luo Qingyin.

Zi Yunchen was shocked, and pounced towards Luo Qingyin, and in the next second, he was carried away by the giant hand like a little chicken, he rolled on the ground a few times, and finally stabilized his body, the giant hand had already grabbed Luo Qingyin, and suddenly disappeared between heaven and earth.

Mao Dun Literature