Chapter 519: Jade Burning 8

Their face, the inside......

The patriarch of the Yin clan was full of rage, and before the surrounding elders and masters arrived, he suddenly let out an angry roar, full of jade-burning anger.

Then he turned his head and punched himself in the chest.

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, spurting towards the central control of the formation at the foot of the cloud dome.

The blood immediately spread at the foot of the cloud dome.

The hidden pattern instantly began to appear, and the red was weird.

"Bloody, not good, stop him." Yun Qiong just turned his head to see it, and the aura that had been at ease changed suddenly, and his eyebrows were raised.

Open the formation with the blood of the heart, it must be the lore of the lore.

At the same moment, Feng Wuxin also felt that something was wrong, and immediately leaned over, and a spider silk woven by purple light slashed towards the patriarch of the hidden clan.

The wind moves, the clouds move, and all directions move.

In the distance, Yun Killing Heaven and Falling Feather broke through towards the top of the black qi wall.

And since hearing a sharp howl from the patriarch of the hermit, the hermit people rushed from all directions.

Turn around and scatter and run.

For a moment, it was as if a ghost was chasing behind them, and they wished that their father and mother would give them a pair of wings.

And on this side, Feng Wuxin attacked the patriarch of the hidden clan who completely ignored him as if he was going to die, and only rushed towards the foot of the cloud dome.

Everything is in an instant.

Hey, seeing that the patriarch of the Hidden Clan was about to be cut in half by the wind, there was a sudden fluctuation in the air.

A distorted invisible force suddenly took over Feng Wuxin's attack, and at the same time violently pushed the Hidden Clan Patriarch.

The patriarch of the hermit clan stumbled and fell forward at the feet of the clouds.

Feng Wuxin's brows furrowed instantly, and he actually took his attack, this ......

And the patriarch of the Yin clan who fell over didn't care much, and with his heart's blood sticking to his hands, he waved down in the center of the formation.

A blood-colored red talisman immediately appeared at the foot of the cloud dome.

"I see how capable you are to kill the heavens, dare to deceive my hidden clan like this." The hermit patriarch's teeth were bloody, and his smile was hideous, as hideous as a yaksha in this dark night.

"No, let's go." The clouds dome, the wind has no heart, Yan Fei, roaring.