Ji Changyue rolled her eyes, who the hell didn't know what to do, did she still raise her hands to welcome him to rob herself?

Fang Zheng's murderous aura leaked all over his body, and at this time, everyone was concerned about the Warcraft, and no one cared about the two inconspicuous sisters and brothers in the corner.

Ji Changan sensed the murderous aura, his nerves tensed, and he put his hand on the storage bag, if this person made a move, he would urge the defensive array.

"Ladies and gentlemen." A charming voice rang out in the sky above, and at the same time, the mist like a dividing line also dispersed, revealing the whole picture.

The majestic black palace stood in front of them, and the palace was shrouded in black mist, and the evil qi was surging.

Ji Changyue chuckled in her heart, "Why is Xue Ling'er's voice, isn't she dead?" ”

Qin Yang burned her with no ashes left, how could she still be alive? Are the vitality of demons so tenacious?

The red figure floated in the air, Qin Yang raised his head and touched his gaze, the red figure shrank and suppressed his trembling hands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the last scene that His Holiness has prepared for you, and I ask you to enjoy it carefully."

"Play? What's the play? Where did the play come from? ””

Although everyone was vigilant, they were also confused by the woman in red who suddenly appeared.

"Hey, you tell me clearly, what the hell are you going to do here!"

The female cultivator of the Spirit Mist Sect opened her mouth and asked.

Ji Changyue took a step back and communicated with Qin Yang in a low voice, "There are demonic beasts, there are monks, it's not us who are watching the show, there should be someone else." ”

"We're just singers."

Qin Yang glanced at the sky without a trace, "The team that went to the Demon Stream had an accident." ”

He had warned them, but the man inside had a very high level of cultivation, and it would be difficult for them to deal with him.

Fang Zheng just turned around, and saw the hard-hearted female cultivator talking to the white-haired male cultivator just now, his eyes glared, and he snorted disdainfully, "This is the backer you are looking for, a little white face, can he be as strong as a real person?" I really don't know how to lift. ”

"I'm not bothering you."

Ji Changyue really wanted Jiu You to drill into his mouth and burn his broken mouth that couldn't speak.

But she has to fight a tough battle for a while, and she has to preserve her strength first.

"How dare you be disrespectful to the real person!"

Fang Zheng was really angry enough, the female cultivator of the Spirit Mist Sect scolded him, he could bear it if he was the same cultivator, but the female cultivator in front of him who had built the foundation and cultivated dared to speak disrespectfully, it was simply putting his face on the soles of his feet!

"Noise!"

An ice blade grazed Fangzheng's neck, and Qin stood beside Ji Changyue with his sword in his arms, his green eyes full of impatience, "Can you get away?" ”

It's quite polite, and I used a question.

But the word roll completely hurt Fangzheng's self-esteem.

He glared at Ji Changyue fiercely, and just when Ji Changyue thought he was going to make a move, he ran away quickly, and dropped a sentence, "You wait for me!" ”

Ji Changyue looked at the figure hidden in the crowd with a cigarette, and then looked at Qin Yang, "Why did you talk about him?" ”

She really felt innocent.

Qin Yang: "Because he found out that he couldn't beat me." ”

Ji Changyue thought about it for a moment, the ice blade grazed his neck, if Qin Yang really wanted to kill him, his life should have been gone.

In this case, it is indeed scary.

But if you can't beat the strong, you will find the weak to vent your anger, and Ji Changyue despises his behavior.

"Senior brother!"

"Senior sister!"

Exclamations sounded from all around, and Ji Changyue looked up with everyone and saw Shi He and others.

They sat on high chairs and looked down at the sound of voices, their clothes soaked with blood.

A man in black in a mask appeared, his voice playful, "Guests, let's make a bet to see if this little ant can win or my little pet can win." ”

Shi He swallowed the blood in his mouth, "If you win the bet, can you let us go?" ”

The man said, "Of course not. ”

"Then why are we betting with you?"

The man turned the golden dragon ring on his thumb and nodded, "You're right, but......" his voice was gloomy, "you don't seem to have bargaining power." ”

As his words fell, Shi He violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Let them go, we'll stay."

It was a female cultivator from the Danyun Sect who spoke, "You are just looking for fun, what they can do, we can also do." ”

She had discovered that this man loved nothing more than torturing them, and he was happy to see them in pain.

"No, you're wrong." The man sat on the throne, "What I want is for the blood of the monks to be sprinkled all over the demon stream to pay tribute to the dead soldiers." ”

The corners of his mouth hooked into a wicked smile, "My soldiers, what they loved most in their lives was the blood and flesh of monks. ”

The female cultivators of the Danyun Sect are silent, since ancient times, human cultivation and the demon clan are natural enemies, the demon clan hates the monk, and the monk does not hate the demon clan.

Everyone understood at this time that neither they nor the people below could leave.

The man clapped his palms, "Okay, Ling'er, come, start the last scene, and you will have dinner after you finish it." ”

Xue Ling'er licked her lips and said excitedly, "Yes, Your Excellency." ”

The eyes of several monsters standing in the square flashed red, and they looked greedily at Shi and the group.

Mo Qing kicked him, "How do I feel that they look at us like food." ”

Shi He smiled wryly, "Is it possible, we are their food." ”

Xue Ling'er twisted her waist and walked over, looking at the food below, and raised her hands lightly, "The big drama begins, the little ants have to behave well." ”

After speaking, she glanced at Qin Yang, hum, the honorable is here, and they can't make any waves.

escaped to the end, but it didn't fall into their hands, and they were dug out of their hearts and bones.

With her movements, the stiff and immobile demonic beast resumed its action, smelling the breath of spiritual power, and the demonic beast's eyes turned red in an instant, and it rushed over with a roar.

Qin Yang picked up Yun Yan on the ground and held a sword in one hand.

Ji Changyue was behind him, and when she saw his movements, a burst of guilt surged in her heart, a good villain, let her be a porter.

But then it occurred to her that cryolite had been swallowed by him.

Okay, Ji Changyue immediately stopped feeling distressed.

The monster rushed, and the ground trembled, raising bursts of dust and covering the sky.

The monks, who already knew that they could not escape, raised their weapons and flew to meet them.

Wind blades and earth stabs, swords and swords.

Ji Changyue wanted to get into the crowd and fight together, but was forced to retreat by the battle situation.

No, if she forced her way in, she would be blown apart by the other monks' moves.

Ji Changan has been following behind her, and when a demonic beast attacked, it led to thunder and lightning, and then taking advantage of the slight lag of the demon beast's body, someone monk sneaked up and seriously injured the demonic beast.

The power of human cultivation is limited, and the aura is limited, while the demonic beasts are endless.

I don't know how long it took to play, but almost everyone hung up.

The man looked down, a smile on his lips, and looked at Shi He, "How long do you guess they can hold out?" One day? Or two days? ”

Shi was silent, but his eyes followed a standing figure.

Perhaps, they can win.