Mo Jiyu's heart blood dripped down the dagger turned by the ice, she pulled out the ice dagger suddenly, and hurriedly put her other hand on her chest to treat the wound.

She wiped a handful of the blood on the ice dagger, and flicked the blood into the blooming ice lotus.

She couldn't help but raise her hand and lick her fingers stained with blood, now in this situation, she still can't waste her blood too much.

Blood stained her somewhat pale lips, and her snow-white face looked strange against the red light of the hell fire, especially the eyes that were lined red, and there was still a hint of weirdness and bloodlust.

Mo Jiyu fused his own drop of essence blood into the ice lotus, and the cold of the ice lotus that obtained the essence blood was even worse, and the petals began to close, and each petal slapped on the hellish fire, making a sizzling sound.

In the end, the hell flame was blocked by the ice lotus, and Mo Jiyu recited the mental method again, compressing the ice lotus into the size of his palm.

The hell fire that was tightly trapped inside by the shrunken ice lotus emitted a scorching red light, and it violently shattered the ice lotus, and finally melted all the goose feathers and snow.

A large amount of heat and water vapor was swept into the huge thunderstorm, making a deafening thunder sound, and there was already a faint downpour.

Hearing this deafening thunder, Feng Xiao couldn't help but look up at the huge thundercloud, and knew that these two Rao plans had succeeded, and he had to break through this purple lightning thunder cage before this thunderstorm fell.

The wind howling couldn't help but use the wind in the Three Realms - the wind slash, and actually split the purple lightning thunder cage, and at this time the thunderstorm was coming.

Yan Gexing withdrew the Hell Flame in mid-air, and the Hell Flame turned into his forehead very obediently, forming the original flame mark.

Mo Jiyu was very happy to see the thunderstorm falling, watching the rain get heavier and heavier, all those golden and white mist disappeared at once, revealing the original appearance of the entire Lingge platform, and those ghost zombies hidden in the golden light and white mist also showed their shape, and the monks with the purification of evil magic weapons began to deal with the ghost zombies.

And Mo Jiyu raised his hand and coughed lightly, quietly passing away the blood that he couldn't help coughing up, and said to Yan Gexing, who was fighting with the wind whistle: "I'm going to close the door now, can I deal with the wind whistling alone?"

Yan Gexing took the time to glance at her, looking at the fact that she was soaked in the pouring rain, her original black hair showed her true white, and she couldn't help but nod her head: "I can deal with him alone, you can rest assured to close the door." ”

Mo Ji nodded her head and turned around and walked in the direction of the door, she had already consumed a lot of spiritual power, and now she couldn't even open a protective magic weapon, so she could only suffer the brilliance of this downpour.

Her hair, which was completely white and drenched, was tied into a bunch and hung neatly behind the black robe, and the Ice Condensation Sword had been used by her to support her body.

Mo Jiyu couldn't help but feel a little tired, why did she feel that she didn't use any cultivation and felt a trace of fatigue in her body, and when she was feeling puzzled, the dog son answered her doubts.

Son of the Dog: Lord, this is someone unleashing God's coercion.

When Mo Jiyu heard this, he hurriedly asked: Is that this disgusting thing releasing the coercion of God?

The dog son shook his head: not the Tao, but the howling wind.

Mo Jiyu moved his steps with difficulty and walked towards the door: Isn't Feng Xiao fighting against Yan Gexing, how can he still release the coercion of the gods?

The dog son sighed helplessly: Lord, after all, Feng Xiao is the real god, and he is the most powerful in the entire Shenlong Continent now, and it is very easy to deal with you and Yan Gexing.

Mo Jiyu could only sigh helplessly, staring at the increasingly majestic divine power towards the door, but he didn't notice the human bones on the ground, and he slipped and fell down all of a sudden.

Her knee hit the broken white bones at once, and the sharp white bones pierced into the knee at once.

The pain of being pierced into his knee by broken bones made Mo Jiyu's eyes turn red all of a sudden, and even tears fell on Lin's face along the side of his eyes.

The filthy blood and mud on the ground made her black robes mud, and the blood that bubbled out of her snow-white knees was swept away by the rain.

Mo Jiyu looked at her hands covered with mud, she couldn't help frowning in disgust, letting her hands be washed clean in the pouring rain, and just as she was about to pick up the Ice Condensation Sword that fell aside, one of them put her snow-white neck on the front from the front.

She couldn't help but tilt her head slightly, it was a transparent but faintly able to see the golden dragon swimming, and the owner of this divine sword was undoubtedly the wind howling.

Mo Jiyu looked up, only to see that it was the wind howling, which was originally neatly tied in the crown of hair, and the black hair was also wet by the downpour, and the rain dripped down the ink hair that fell on both sides of his forehead at some point.

The white suit he was wearing was also turned brown by the mud on the ground, and a trace of blood could be seen, and the cloak behind him was also tightly attached to his back, and now he didn't look like the very cold and ruthless god he saw at the beginning, but like a killer who didn't have some embarrassment on a rainy night.

The wind whistle brought the transparent but faintly visible golden dragon swimming divine sword closer to Mo Jiyu's snow-white neck, leaving a blood-red scar on the slender snow-white neck.

Fortunately, he planted a tracking decision on Mo Jiyu in advance, otherwise he really couldn't find this person who wanted to close the door.

Mo Jiyu couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the way Feng Xiao put the divine sword on his neck.

It's just that her expression is very cold, and her words are also a little chilly: "Do you think that I am the ant that can be pinched to death in your hand at a moment's notice?"

Feng Xiao shook his head, his bony and beautiful hand grasped the golden dragon swimming divine sword, and further penetrated it into the original wound on Mo Jiyu's neck, and he said in a deep voice: "I have never looked down on you. ”

Mo Jiyu looked at the embarrassed appearance of himself kneeling in front of Feng Xiao, stretched out his hand and flicked the divine sword that Feng Xiao had put on his neck, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Aren't you just looking down on me and letting me kneel and be killed by you!"

After finishing this sentence, Mo Jiyu suddenly had a huge murderous aura all over his body, and the Ice Condensation Sword that was thrown aside couldn't help but let out a long scream, as if responding to the Lord's words.

And Feng Xiao actually felt a little uneasy at this moment, not only the huge murderous aura coming out of this woman's body, but also a faint evil aura against him.