The moonlight shines brightly, shining on the ground. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

And in this delicate appearance, the three people and the two beasts clearly saw that the strange rocky ground slowly squirmed.

Then it broke, and then slowly crawled out of the skeleton with a demonic beast from below.

Sharp horns, huge body, sharp bone spurs......

"Fourteenth-level Cloud Swallowing Pixiu." Falling Feather's teeth clenched.

Click, click, the ground kept cracking, and from inside crawled out a fourteenth-level Cloud Swallowing Pixiu, the black muscles and bones, which were extremely hideous in the night.

In a hideous way, they began to twist in the direction of the falling feathers.

It must have been caused by his exclamation, and Xiaohong jumped up and exploded.

This must have been caused by the exclamation of the Futaba Castle Lord, and the cry revealed their whereabouts.

"Let's go." Immediately, Yun Jitian didn't say a word, grabbed Luo Yu and turned around and ran wildly in the opposite direction of this fourteenth-level Cloud Swallowing Pixiu.

Xiaohong Xiaoyin immediately pounced, for fear that she would run a little slower and fall into this group of cloud-swallowing Pixiu skeletons

One, two, ten, they are not afraid, but these hundreds or thousands, they still run.

As for the Futaba City Lord, his face was full of horror, and he only hated his father and mother for having two legs missing, so he dared to stop at all, and fled out like a desperate person.

In an instant, I saw Yun Jitian and the other three people and two beasts running in front.

And behind them, dense cloud-swallowing Pixiu skeletons, clacking and running, a yellow whirlwind, splitting the air towards Luo Yu and others in front of them, beckoning to the past, chasing behind.

The moonlight is bright, and the escape and chase are constantly staged here.

The wind was blowing lightly, and at this time, there was a chaotic altar in the center of the god's underworld.

A black-robed man sat lightly in the center of the altar, with a guqin in front of him, the strings of which were automatically windless and silently turbulent.

In front of the guqin, there are scattered stone chips, laid out on the altar, which looks messy but is actually very regular.

And behind him, Liu Biyao stood respectfully, not daring to disturb the black-robed man in front of him.

The moonlight shone down, and the corners of the black-robed man's mouth outlined a trace of a warm chuckle.

As far as he could see, there were scattered stone chips in front of the guqin