She didn't come out. [No pop-ups. 】

She, turned back, went back to the black hell.

He gave up escaping and ascending to heaven and returned to the land of death.

The night is surging, but the starlight in the sky seems to be the tears that leave people, with a dizzying beauty, but the beauty is thrilling and heartbreaking.

The wind is heartless, Yan Fei, as soon as he came out of the hermit array, the suppressed power instantly rebounded.

"Boom." The purple light was sheng, the ball of light broke, and the two figures frantically pounced back on the re-closed hermit array.

However, this array could not be broken from the outside.

No matter how much destruction is done, a thousand kinds of roaring will not help.

The large black shroud shrouded the space under the vast night sky, unbreakable.

Under the night sky, a crazy and hoarse roar, dust flew up, and spread all over the sky.

With the cry of the purple ball of light that flew farther and farther away, my heart was broken and sad.

Night, the beauty is thrilling.

At this time, under the black cover that the black fog was filled and closed, the purple Buddha Lotus and the turquoise tornado breathed and smelled each other, and crashed into the black fog.

The silver hair danced wildly, in mid-air, and the cloud killing the sky was like a killing god's breath.

The cloud-swallowing pixiu with teeth and claws on the opposite side of him was astonishingly blue and majestic.

A tornado full of devouring power roared.

Three mountain-like purple Buddha lotus finished fonts flew away.

"Boom." I only heard an earth-shattering collision sound under the black fog.

The heavens and the earth change color, and the sun and the moon have no light.

The breath is messy and flies wildly.

The wind that came out of the sting, like a sharp knife, exploded in all directions, and there was a trace of fluctuation in the entire space.

And in the midst of the explosion of breath, the dark tornado suddenly stopped in midair, as if there was an invisible wall in front of it, blocking its path.

And in this brief pause, the tornado slowly dispersed, began to collapse, and began to disintegrate.

The fine sand flew down and fell apart.

And the three purple Buddha lotuses in front of Yun Jitian also stiffened, and began to crack and shatter one by one.

It's like the exquisite purple crystal lotus, cracked into pieces piece by piece.

In a tangible way, scattered in all directions.