Ling Tiansu nodded at her, beckoned to her, and motioned for her to come down.

Because at this time, Meng Qixuan had already climbed to the top of the high platform, next to Yan You's beam cage.

Ye Liqing glanced down at Yan You, whose breath was getting weaker and weaker, and then shook his head towards Ling Tiansu.

Meng Qixuan crawled all the way, coughing up blood all the way, and his wide sleeves were already wet with blood.

He took a deep look at Yan You in the cage, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But he still didn't say anything, but turned his head with difficulty, looked at Ye Liqing, and said in a hoarse voice: "What you said, naturally you are willing." ”

Willing to abandon Yan You and follow him.

At that time, her expression when she said this was very serious, so serious that even Meng Qixuan, who was suspicious by nature, was convinced.

But now, she is still on the side of Tianque.

Ye Liqing squatted down, took out half of the uneaten steamed bun from his arms, and didn't know how long he had kept it, looking at the hard ones.

She put the steamed bun to Meng Qixuan's lips.

At this point, Meng Qixuan still didn't seem to want to hurt her, and the terrifying blood-colored mist emanating from his body spread left and right, avoiding her fingers and letting her move.

Everyone in the audience coveted each other, thinking that this stupid little girl didn't want to feed a mouthful of steamed buns to the landlord?

Apparently not.

Ye Liqing did not put the steamed bun into his mouth, but used the snow-white steamed bun to slowly wipe the blood on the corner of his lips.

The rough and dry steamed buns rubbing against the skin were very unpleasant, Meng Qixuan frowned, but did not speak.

The blood stains on the corners of his mouth were finally a little clean, and Ye Liqing threw down the blood-stained steamed buns casually.

She said: "I'm not lying, if the landlord is dead, I am naturally willing to follow you, but he is not dead yet." ”

Meng Qixuan tugged at the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh, but he still didn't laugh.

At this time, his tone was strangely relieved: "Don't worry, I'll kill him right away." ”

Ye Liqing slowly closed his wooden eyes and said, "However, I won't let others hurt the landlord." ”

Meng Qixuan said: "I'm no one else. ”

After speaking, he raised his palm and pushed Ye Liqing and Helian off the high platform.

And whether it was Ye Liqing or Helian, they all found that they were under this palm, and they couldn't stop it, and they couldn't help but fall down.

On the high platform, there were finally only the fateful two left.

Yan You half-closed his eyes tiredly, squinted at him and said, "Devouring the demon core of the Demon Hell Demon Vine, it's painful, right?"

Meng Qixuan slowly raised his head towards him, the irreparable sword wound in his chest frantically sprayed a thin blood-colored mist, the mist tore the beam apart, and Yan You regained his freedom.

Meng Qixuan's eyes were crazy, but his tone was deep: "Yan You!

"To fight or not

The end of the war is nothing more than one. ”

Yan You's eyes were half-squinted, as if he was tired, and there was no trace of war.

Meng Qixuan's eyes were red, as if a flame of hatred had burned out the indifference in his eyes.

"Are you so arrogant that you think I'm going to fall tonight?!"

The hideous green tendons on his neck burst out, and he roared like a beast at the end of his rope.

"I'll live for thousands of years, and I'll live for you to ashes!"

Meng Qixuan sneered, and under his palm, he was facing the skeleton ghost face token that was deeply embedded in the black foundation stone.

He raised his palm and slapped it hard, blood dripping from the hem of his hand into the hollow skull eye sockets.

He let out a low roar of pain in the depths of his throat, looked at Yan You's eyes and said madly: "Your two disciples will be buried in the yellow sand forever because of your stubbornness and greed for life and fear of death!"

The blood-colored twilight on his chest flowed wildly, and a blood-red evil core slowly emerged from his chest.

The abyssal rift, which had been only a crack away, suddenly cracked widely, as if it was about to split the space in half.

Yan You closed his eyes deeply, not looking at Meng Qixuan, who had fallen into madness with a cruel smile, and not looking at him who had taken the initiative to fall into the abyss as if he had thrown himself into a net, carrying the demon core that he had cultivated with his own body for many years and fused with the demon prison vine.

Yan You sat on the edge of the terrifying crack, and under the eye scanning, he could see that under the sand tower, the seven-story couch that Meng Qixuan had worked so hard to build over the years had collapsed and been completely destroyed.

And the three Sand Sea Elders who guarded the seal at the bottom were also devoured and eaten by the Demon Teng under the anger and unwillingness.

Finally......

Thousands of blood-colored deadwood vines crawled up along the cracks like ghostly claws from the depths of hell.

Yan You's face was bloody, his eyes scanned down, and he shouted: "If you don't want to die, hurry up and roll up for me!"

The disciples of Shahailou had always known that there was a monster imprisoned under this nine-story sand tower.

But I never thought that the lord of the building would personally martyr himself to help the monster regain its freedom.

Looking at the terrible vines, everyone trembled and ran towards the stairs one after another.

Ling Tiansu looked at the bursts of blood light and ghost qi in the crack in a daze, and with the support of dozens of thick vines with adult arms, Meng Qixuan stood up.

His complexion was very good, and the scarlet blood wound had long since stopped bleeding and even healed.

It's just that at this moment, behind him, there are two vines connected to him, one into his heart and the other in the back of his head.

His cheeks were covered with wood lines, his black robe was torn, revealing his body like an ancient vine and old wood, and his pupils had lost their original color.

The eyeballs under his eyes rolled jerkily, he looked down at Ye Liqing and Helian who were looking up at him in the audience, and said indifferently: "It's a pity."

You're going to die here. ”

Ling Tiansu's scalp suddenly tingled, because he saw that when Meng Qixuan finished saying this, he slowly raised his arm.

The dry but unusually hard arm Mu Hua poured out, and the ghost qi was born for no reason, condensed into thin yellow dead wooden needles, like a rain curtain, overwhelmingly attacking the two people in the audience.

Before the offensive arrived, the two of them were already wounded, and they all snorted, bleeding from their mouths and noses, obviously unable to parry even one of the wooden needles.

Ling Tiansu's figure shuttled, breaking through the wind, not daring to be careless, and the two knives were unsheathed at the same time.

The Frost Knife is out!

The Floating Knife is out!

Even the Shura killing intent that had been hidden for a long time was directly used without thinking.

The powerful attack of the three combinations directly formed a huge shield in an instant, and after the wooden needles in the sky were scattered into most of the wood light, countless ghost wood breaths were condensed again.

The light shield trembled wildly.

Ling Tiansu did not hesitate to abandon the knife, and pointed into his dantian qi sea, invigorating the seventy-one Hao Tian Qi in the qi sea, and the Yuan Li that was close to exhaustion was surging again, ready to go!

He used his fingers to pull the Haotian Yuan force in the qi aperture, and he did not hit out of his body, but under the rapid traction, he hid above the black demon fox clan above his heart.

The demonic power and Haotian's intent forcibly merged in a short instant, and even Ling Tiansu's body was a little overwhelmed, and a pair of sharp beast teeth grinned out of his lips.

He forcibly endured the two forces in his body that were on the verge of going berserk, and pushed it out with one palm.

The two forces that were difficult to blend together were forcibly fused for a short time, resulting in a demon fox phantom that almost turned into substance.

If you look closely, the demon fox actually has nine tails!

Among them, the seven tails were all transformed by the golden Haotian Yuan Force, and the awe-inspiring divine power was integrated into the demonic power, making the phantom of the huge nine-tailed fox appear to be half divine and half demonic.

The shield and the ghost wood were shattered under the roar of the demon fox, and even Meng Qixuan's outstretched arm directly exploded a powdered sawdust, and the blood in the sawdust soared.

The spear flashed, and the silver barbarian thunder dragon appeared!

Wu Ying held the evil in his hand, and swooped down from a height, and in the darkness of his pupils, he reflected the silver spear swimming in the purple dragon.

The purple thunder dragon dragon opened its mouth wide and blasted towards the top of Meng Qixuan's head!

Meng Qixuan lowered the curtain indifferently, raised his palm lightly, and spit out a thin yellow ghost qi with his palm towards the sky, directly slapping the purple dragon on the gun away.

The exposed cold tip of the spear slammed into his deeply textured palm prints, and he couldn't score a single point.

Wu Ying's cold thin lips pursed tightly, and he raised his palm to hold a purple thunder, and a touch of scarlet aura swam in the purple thunder, and he slapped it into the body of the spear with one palm.

The ghost vine standing under Meng Qixuan's body was broken inch by inch, and the ancient wood veins on his arm were also peeled off under this palm, and the wound brought out by Ling Tiansu's blow was torn even more, and the blood soared again.