I saw an old man with a wrinkled face and gray hair standing up slightly.

He was slumped and took a few steps closer to the Seven-Colored Altar.

The old man bowed his head from beginning to end, and then knelt down reverently, bowed three times to the phoenix, and said in a voice vicissitudes, "Lord God, the god is coming, God bless the cangyi!" Shelter the Witches! ”

"The goddess is coming, God bless the heavens! Shelter the Witches! ”

For a time, the mighty reverent shouts echoed throughout the valley.

Huang lightly pulled his red eyes cold, goddess? I'm rubbing! Could it be that she is hallucinating?

The scene in front of her made her heart fluctuate a little, who can explain to her, what happened?

A moment ago, she was still in the Dark Ghost Valley, but at this moment, it seemed that she had come to an unknown world.

Huang Qingwan only felt that her body was extremely heavy, and when she raised her hand slightly, the power Rao was so powerful that even she herself was stunned for a long time.

And the skull of the owner of the Heaven-Covering Ancient Tomb, which was supposed to be on her body, was long gone at this time.

"Ahem!" But suddenly I heard a cold sound in my ears, and a man in a silver robe with a water-blue belt tied around his waist walked out from behind the wizard who was kneeling on the ground.

Silver hair, cold eyebrows, ice blue eyes, covered with a pair of light cherry thin lips, delicate facial features are almost demonic, and the lilac totem in the center of the eyebrows invisibly adds a bit of charm and enchantment, which is so beautiful that it seems to come from a painting.

He was groundless, flawless and unblemished, with a faint silver light lingering, especially those clear ice blue eyes, arrogant, rejecting people thousands of miles away.

The sorcerer who fell to his knees was obviously terrified of the demonic man, and they all made way for him.

The white-haired old man also turned around tremblingly at this time, and his old eyes were cloudy.

The bewitching beautiful man didn't pay attention to everyone, and took a few steps closer to the altar, his gaze casually swept over Huang Qingwan's body, which was in stark contrast to the pious respect of the Wu clan.

Huang squinted her eyes, the appearance of this demonic and beautiful man made her even more determined to have a fantasy rhythm, ordinary people, can they grow like this?

"Your Highness the Nine, don't be rude to the goddess......," the old man said in fear.

"Pop ---" The bewitching beautiful man waved his hand casually, and threw the old man hundreds of meters away, raising dust all the way, until the old man knocked down a few big trees and fell to the ground.

The old man broke his muscles and bones, and vomited a large pool of blood.

The people of the Wu clan were all frightened and worried, but no one dared to step forward to help the old man up.

But seeing this demon, he gently blew the right hand of the old man who had just thrown away, and spit out a sentence that made everyone vomit blood, "The hand slipped ......"

The corners of Huang's mouth twitched slightly, and his hand slipped-

Slide your sister!

After a long time, a few people from the Wu clan who were very bold hurriedly stepped forward and helped the seriously injured old man up.

Before everyone could react, they saw that the demon's figure flashed, turned into a silver light, and stepped into the seven-colored altar like a ghost.

At that moment, everyone held their breath, their eyes widened, and they looked at the demonic jade fingers stretched out slightly, indifferently provoking the phoenix to gently pull the delicate chin.

The ice blue eyes carried the disdain and arrogance of the weak.

Even though the phoenix gently raised his hand before, he split a green mountain, but obviously, he was not in the eyes of this demon at all.