Feng Yan looked at Jiumeng's hands, Yingying was slender, snow-white and soft, and the fragrance that permeated from the skin of the neck was tranquil and tranquil, indescribably comfortable.

"What luck. ”

Qingtian sighed, this young girl.

"簌簌簌......"

Over the years, the woman in snow clothes is peerless, her posture is sassy, like the only concubine in the world, and the hazy and blurred light and shadow add to the indescribable charm.

The crows fell, routed and shattered, and a large number of them died.

The old woman's mental power is dying.

This dark domain, which was transformed by her divine will, touched the pure white Tianyi, and the defeat was like a mountain, and it disappeared very quickly, even for the Celestial Saint, this destruction was huge!

"How dare you!"

The old woman was cloaked and scattered, looking like madness.

She was devastated.

As the light ripples spread, the Taishang Cloud Dragon Pattern Cane in the old woman's hand continued to enlarge, stirring towards the long river of years, and as a result, after the blow of the snow-clothed woman, the ancient image was weak at this time and did not support it for too long.

With a bang, the long river disappeared.

"Huh!"

Seeing that the Yi Immortal Lord had disappeared, Wang Mujian fell into thought: "It seems that I have been thinking too much, Huitian Xuanming is only engraved with the Dao rules of the four generations of immortal masters, and it has been accumulated for countless years before this blow can be issued, after all, the sea of flowers should not have the holy baptism of the four generations of immortal masters......"

Back then, Wang Mu Sword Master participated in the killing of the Immortal Master, and he was not the main force, so he only restrained him.

Who would have expected that the light and shadow of the Yi Immortal Lord appeared, descended on her supreme realm, and directly beheaded a Celestial Saint at that time, Wang Mu Sword Lord realized that the combat power of the Yi Immortal Lord was only afraid that it belonged to the top among the immortal masters of the past dynasties.

Therefore, in the moment when the pure white ripples spread, the Wang Mu Sword Master immediately retracted.

"Lift the ancient frost and cold, leaning on the sky and thousands of miles of long sword.

The three-foot black light in the box is full of demons and treacherous people. ”

The Sword Spirit Girl once again chanted the sword poem.

This poem is different from the previous one, giving people a different kind of sword intent, and soon, the black wave of general energy came out of the Huitian Xuanming sword.

Brahma Zhutian slashed out a sword again.

As soon as the sword came out, the black ghostly fire suddenly rose from all directions of the universe, boundless, containing the meaning of domineering destruction, and if you look closely, there are mysterious black lotuses floating in the dark sea.

"The power of the six generations of immortal lords. ”

Wang Mu Sword Lord stared at those black lotuses, this time he didn't lie dormant again, and when he took out his sword there, hundreds of millions of golden dragon snake king qi swept through the star dome, brilliant and brilliant, each one was enough to destroy the stars.

The old woman was also making a move, and after being severely injured by the Yi Immortal Lord, she was a little crazy, and her eyes flashed with hatred, which showed that the damage to her divine consciousness was really great.

A gray chain of order, clanging and roaring, wandering in the stars, as if to block everything, piercing towards the black lotus hole in the dark sea.

At this moment, Brahma Zhutian and Huitian Xuanming were attacked and killed by the two Celestial Saints.

"Why don't you go quickly?"

The Sword Spirit Girl stood upright, glanced at the Qingque who was far away, and said lightly.

A wisp of ghostly fire burned here, and the imprisoned time and space were opened up at once.

Feng Xi immediately realized that now was a good time to escape, and with a roar, a layer of brilliant white light appeared on the surface of the body of the Clear Sparrow Turbid Whale, and then disappeared into the void.

"Oh no, they're gone!"

Although Ye Jueyan fought with the Nine Talks King, he was still distracted and focused on this, and saw Qingque and the turbid whale slipping away, chasing after him, but he was blocked by the blood-red Emperor God Yuehao.

Inside the Emperor Moon Chariot, the shadow of the Emperor seemed to be looking at him again, which made his scalp tingle, and he had to stop to fight, and the Spiritless Emperor Sword contained great terror.

Wang Mu Sword Master frowned, and pointed at the tip of the sword, the golden light was wiped out, and a small golden dragon snake condensed, lifelike, and chased towards Fengyu.

"When the time comes, let's go. ”

On the cyan bamboo raft, the black-clothed saint smiled.

Ye Jueyan, Granny Crow, Wang Mu Sword Lord stayed here to contain it, the little fairy master should be helpless, even if there are hole cards, it will not be too big.

Perhaps they had already succeeded before the other saints of the Killing Alliance arrived.

"Good. ”

The corners of Yu Tianshen's mouth were slightly upturned, and he waved his snow sleeves, and immediately, the cyan bamboo raft fluttered, leaving a trail of turquoise rainbow light.

Silent Void.

The little turbid whale is running away, swimming very fast, in the blink of an eye, the vast distance, the white light around them is floating and floating, making them inseparable from the void, as soon as they find the spatial flow, they will quickly approach the past.

In the gazebo, Feng Yan exhaled, sat on the ground, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This experience is the biggest scene he has ever seen.

Before, it was nothing more than dealing with a group of god lords, how could there be a Zeus Saint boss jumping out one after another?

"It's not easy......"

Feng Yu thought that every generation of immortal masters in the sea of flowers, in the early stage of growth, had to experience this kind of danger, that is, he felt a little unbearable weight of life.

With a long sigh, his mind was inexplicably complicated.

"Let's go, what about Sister Fan and Brother Tan Xuan?" Jiumeng was worried, and the little face hadn't been unfolded since he fled from the battlefield.

"You are the most dangerous, those three Celestial Saints, they all want to kill you and eat you, the strength of the Brahma God Venerable and the Nine Tan Kings is there, and it is much more difficult than you. ”

Feng Yan probed the void outside, silent, no one chased after him, slightly relieved.

"Woo, little master, I'm so scared. ”

Trembling listening to the wind grass, hiding in Jiumeng's arms, tears in her eyes, witnessing so many saint battles, frightened her, as if death could come at any time.

She has no backbone, in fact, her heart is only a few years old.

"You're not dead yet, don't spread negativity. ”

Feng Sheng tried to pick up the listening wind grass, but as a result, the grass dragged Jiumeng to death, and it didn't come out, which made Feng Sheng shake his head speechlessly.

"Don't be afraid, not afraid. ”

Jiumeng gently soothed the wind grass, she was in a rather uncalm mood, her fingers were white, clutching one of her sleeves, thinking that since her birth, she had never suffered anything in the sea of flowers, and several gods had always worried about her, and now Sister Fan and Brother Tan Shu were in deep trouble because of her.

She is like a burden, never able to help much, just a drag on everyone.

The unprecedented blow in her life made her feel gloomy, and the corners of her eyes were a little condensed.

"You...... Didn't you cry?" asked Feng Yan a little crampedly.

"I didn't. ”

Jiumeng bit his lip, firmed up, and used his mana to erase the crystal from the corner of his eye.

Feng Yan saw that she adjusted quickly, and didn't say much, only nodded, and suddenly felt a sense of tiredness in her spirit, a sense of fatigue followed, and there was even more discomfort in her chest, and she spit out a mouthful of cyan blood.

Damn, I was hurt by that old woman.

"What's wrong with you?"

Jiumeng suddenly saw Feng Shu vomiting blood, and was shocked, so he even supported him and told him to lie down.

"It's okay, it's just that the old woman's divine thoughts penetrated before, and she touched me slightly. ”

Feng Chen's expression was a little sluggish, although he had experienced the weakening of two layers of divine energy, but that old woman was a saint, and a trace of strength was enough to make him break his muscles and bones.

"I'll pray to you. ”

Jiumeng's eyes flickered, and one hand gently touched Feng Yu's forehead.