Erl: ?

She's just passing by, isn't she?

And she's not a dragon either.

The rope was menacing, circling around her head, but as if afraid of something, it hovered and refused to fall. Seeing this, he finally took a serious look at her.

"Why are you?" his face changed slightly, "How are you in my Dui Clan?"

The phoenix-killing knife in his arms was scorching, forcing the dragon rope to dare not approach, Er'er looked at him, thinking of Shangbinggong's encirclement and suppression of Liye, and his brows also wrinkled.

"Unintentionally intrusive, a lot of disturbances. ”

"Mistaken?"

If it were someone else, the blade might have believed it, but she had just done something to them in the Shangbing Palace before, and she appeared beside Long Shu with Li Ye's portable saber, no matter how she looked at it, it was very suspicious.

"It's coming. He beckoned behind him, "Let's go to the Xia Xin Palace together." ”

Dozens of true monarchs pinched the capture array and surrounded him, Er'er couldn't run if he wanted to, and as soon as he took a small short leg, he was overwhelmed by the magic circle glowing with golden light.

Long Shu glanced at her in some surprise, turned back to the blade and said, "You just come at me, why bother others?"

Xingyun rose and fell, looked in the direction of Xia Xin Palace, and said with an ugly face: "This time, you can't bear the responsibility alone." ”

Long Shu twisted his eyebrows.

Something happens every day in Xia Xin Palace, either the stolen refining furnace, or the soul of a little fairy is taken away, one by one, the blade can always be blamed on her, so that she can be punished, for so many years, Long Shu has long been used to it.

But this time, something seems to be different.

Suddenly there was a startled crane in the sky, and it fluttered its wings with a long roar, and Erer followed them to the gate of Xia Xin Palace, and suddenly felt a little chill behind him.

There seemed to be a strange smell in the air, as if the soul of a decaying god had been crushed and burned in an incense burner, suffocating.

Erer was uncomfortable with the desire to sneeze, and the corner of his eye flashed, but he saw something terrible, and he was so frightened that he sneezed back.

Half of the man sat in a rocking chair by the west ledge, his arms hanging limply from his armrests, his face bruised and his nose completely absent, he was covered with a thick blanket, but there was nothing under the blanket, it was as flat as if it were stacked on top of the chair.

Front?

His pupils tightened slightly, and Erer hurriedly looked away, patting his heart with his little hand.

Amitabha, everyone is an immortal, why should it be so scary, even if it is only half soul and half soul, it shouldn't be so miserable.

"What's going on?" Long Shu took two steps forward, shocked.

Her hands were tied and she couldn't stretch out, but as soon as she got closer, she could see that the last half of her soul was gone, she was chopped to pieces, and the wind blew out of the window.

"Who did that?" she asked, looking back with red eyes.

Dou Blade frowned and looked at her, as if he was mocking her for pretending: "He is still fine when he is in good time, he was discovered half an hour ago and became like this, during this period, in addition to the various stewards, there are only you and Xin Wu." ”

Long Shu was stunned, and then his eyes became fierce: "You mean, my hand and Xin Wu's hands?"

"I didn't say that, but you're the most suspicious. He rubbed his arm uncomfortably, "I was seriously injured and didn't heal, I wanted to raise it for a few days, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen." ”

"It's ridiculous!" Long Shu was angry, "Xin Wu has been his best friend for many years, how can I harm him? I am his immortal, how can I harm him!"

"He's a close friend, and you're an immortal. Blade sneered, "How can it hurt him, isn't the answer obvious?"

"You!"

The dragon was furious, his long hair suddenly turned into a tail, and his huge spiritual power broke the dragon rope, and he roared at the blade.

The turbulent air almost swept Er'er out, and she quickly stabbed the phoenix slayer into the ground and hugged it, barely steady.

The surroundings were already in chaos, and the others sacrificed their magic weapons, and Long Shu even jumped into the air directly through the roof, causing half of the eaves to collapse, and the tiles fell like raindrops.

Holding the phoenix-killing knife and trembling, Er Er frowned and thought, what is going on? How could an immortal like Duifeng, who was blessed by countless gods, suddenly die violently. Isn't Long Shu Xin Wu's immortal, how did he become Duifeng's again. Also, why does the blade have to be difficult to get along with the dragon.

The most important thing is that the dragon clan has always been irritable and has no sense of proportion, how can she not be affected by doing it here?

The phoenix killing knife hummed twice, wanting to take her to break through, but the Dui Clan's realm had nourishment and restrictions on divine soldiers, and it didn't even melt into the connecting realm, so it was smashed by the tiles that fell from above with Er'er.

......

Li Ye, who was pranayama, suddenly felt his heart tighten.

When he opened his eyes, he turned his head sideways and saw that it was already night outside, but the person who went out to send the soul had not returned, and the entire Shangbing Palace was as quiet as a tomb.

Frowning uncomfortably, he got up, wrapped up the red satin quilt and placed it on his throne, and then stepped down the steps, intending to summon someone for questioning.

However, before he could speak, a black mass rolled in through the door and rolled silently at his feet.

"God. It spoke, its voice hoarse, "Do me a favor." ”

Without looking down, Li Ye stepped over it.

The black mist was trampled away, and soon recondensed, and followed him persistently: "They are going to catch up." ”

"What do you have to do with me. Picking up the teapot and pouring half a cup of tea, Li Ye pinched it and sniffed it, and said with a smile, "Dare to break into the Bing Palace, I think I have a lot of skills, and I don't need help." ”

The black shadow was anxious, and said continuously: "If it weren't for the god cultivating the demon path, where would I be able to wait for the little devil to enter." The immortal qi on the Nine Heavens is too heavy, and it is difficult for me to even transform into the original form, so please ask the gods to help. ”

Li Ye was unmoved, and was about to go out, so he heard it follow behind and said urgently: "Xia Xin Palace has already started fighting, and someone will soon track me down, if the gods send me back to the netherworld, I am willing to pay back this favor with 100,000 dead grudges." ”

His footsteps paused slightly, and Li Ye snorted: "Xia Xin Palace?"

It is strange that the realm that has been undisturbed for 10,000 years can still fight.

Easily pinched the trick, turned it into a human form, and threw it a fairy qi lazily, and then waved his hand: "Go by yourself." ”

"Thank you, God. "The black shadow is overjoyed, and with this immortal power, he escaped to the lower realm through the Nine Heavens Enchantment.

Li Ye wanted to go to the Qian's to take a look, not because he was worried about anyone, but because he ...... Idle is idle anyway.

However, he had just gone out for a few hundred miles when he was stumbled by a light.

There are not many people who are so arrogant in Jiuxiao, especially after this person hit him, he has to continue to move forward without looking at the ground.

Li Ye squinted, raised his sleeve and stopped him.

"Xin Supreme God, don't come unharmed. He raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile, "This is the cave mansion that has been burned down, and it is in a hurry to become like this." ”

The impression of Xin Wu has always been out of tune, and his clothes are not easy to wear, let alone what can make him serious. But right now, this person broke out in a cold sweat, his eyes were so cold that he couldn't speak, and his whole body was covered with a layer of death.

"Get out of the way. He whispered, "I'm in a hurry." ”