"You, tell me!"

The black-headed monster picked up Xiaohong's chin, his eyes were fierce, and he said viciously.

Xiaohong's heart tightened, and her voice was intermittent: "We... We do everything... I don't know!"

Several Black Flame Monsters, you look at me, I look at you, and then they looked up and laughed evilly.

"I don't know, then I have a way to pry your mouth open. ”

Suddenly, this black-headed monster transformed into a human form, and he couldn't see the general appearance of a black robe, but he licked his lips bloodthirsty, his air pressure was so low that he couldn't do it, and muttered: "I hate this mediocre mortal's costume the most... All kinds of bondage..."

The spirits were silent, all dumbfounded.

Yao remembered that every time they transformed into a human form, they were all Lao Jun's help, so they saw that this monster could transform from invisible to tangible in an instant.

I don't think it's an ordinary spell, this black flame monster can be regarded as a profound mana and has arrogant capital.

Xiaohong gasped, she knew that even these spirits together would not be half of their match.

Holding his breath and looking sideways at the black-robed eight-foot-tall man with a cold face, his hand directly and mercilessly picked up several of her little sisters, and he walked with anger.

"Ouch, it hurts. "A number of elves were knocked out of the way, and they sat on the ground with their butts on their butts, and it hurt so much.

Xiaohong furrowed her brows, quickly helped her up, and quickly followed.

Just like that, he suddenly stopped his steps and looked at Ning Wuyuan condescendingly.

"I thought it was some kind of big guy, but I didn't expect it, tsk..." he shook his head, his face full of disdain.

"Get out of the way, don't touch my old man!" Xiaohong and several spirits stopped in front of her, trying to protect Ning Wuyuan.

But the man snorted coldly.

In his black robe, a black paw as thick as a tree trunk suddenly stretched out, ruthlessly picked up Xiaohong, and spewed out strange gas between his nose.

"Let go of me, let go of me!" Red struggled.

She looked at it, and was covered in cold sweat, and it turned out that the face covered by the black robe was actually two blood holes, which was extremely terrifying.

"Tell me quickly, how did you get the Golden Heart Hualien...", the words were completely threatening.

"I... I don't know..."

"Oh? ”

I saw that the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and the black claws that picked up the little red suddenly became sharp, and they were soaked in cold light.

"Bang-" He threw it straight out and crashed into the stairs on the side.

The small body suddenly blended with the broken staircase.

The rising gray fog was blurry and indistinct.

There were just some staccato sounds.

"Ahh Belch... Old... Jun..."At this time, Xiaohong's breath was dying, choked in her throat, and her internal organs were already shattered.

"Sister Xiaohong, woo woo..."

"Woooooo

The physique of the spirit is special, once they have no plastic body, they will dissipate together with the spirit, and now Xiaohong is like this, after she said this, the surroundings began to glow with a faint red light, which is the appearance of wanting to gradually dissipate.

In a trance, she still had her unwilling eyes open at the moment, but a cool and clear teardrop slowly flowed from the corner of her eye.

Slowly, the tear rose into the air, and with a glimmer of light, it went straight towards the toad silver elephant surrounded by the golden pot.

Seeing all this, the black-headed monster reacted quickly, immediately lifted the lid of the pot with his sharp claws, and tilted his head to look over.

"Hey, it seems, it's really the effect of these tears, the beads in this pot seem to be clearer... Could it be that this is the medicine primer that the master wants..."

He immediately looked up, his eyes straight, at the trembling elves.

Immediately, his black claws reached out at them, as if to devour them together, and he shouted orders in a thick voice.

"Guys, cry for me, shed tears!"

The spirits didn't know what to do for a while, their boss had fallen unconscious, and even the eldest little red sister had dissipated.

How can this be?

To cry, to cry or not to cry, to say or not to say, it's all in a thought.

Soon, they looked at each other, looked at each other tacitly, and finally made up their minds: even if they die, they can't tell the secret, and they shed the saddest tears.

"Wow wow, wow..."

They all pretended to cry, but at this moment, there were no clear tears rising in the air at all.

The more I cried, the louder it became, like catharsis, more like hatred.

It was noisy, and at this time, many black flame monsters were extremely bored, and immediately pulled away and flew away, feeling that they really couldn't listen to it anymore.

"What's going on?

The black-robed man clenched his fists angrily, and the eyes of the two bloody holes became more and more bright red and terrifying.

"Wow, that's so sad, my lord..."

The crying continued, but the golden cauldron that refined the golden heart lotus did not make any progress now.

"I'm annoyed, stop crying!"

He suddenly conjured up a black tail, swept it away, and poured several more elves.

"Why are you running so far in a daze, could it be that I was sent by my master to fetch this thing!" he looked at the tossing and turning for so long but it still had no effect, and took all his anger out on his companion.

"You're pretty majestic," the rest of the Black Flame Monsters whispered dissatisfied.

But considering the overall situation, they still flew back in one group, and in this courtyard, it became a heinous picture.

The long tail of a black flame monster was tightly hooked to the body of a spirit monster, neatly arranged in this courtyard, wanting to threaten them with death to tell them the secret of refining the golden heart lotus.

"You shameless people, we are all backbone elves!"

"It's really annoying, let's do it, this old man, these golden pots, and this, this, this, all bring them back to the master, alas, I hope I can make meritorious contributions this time..."

After saying that, the black-robed man waved his hand, and immediately changed back to his original form, lifted Ning Wuyuan on his body first, and left the Huayuan Building with a wagging tail.

"Uh..."

But in a moment, a number of whimpering voices converged into a bleak and sad song.

I could only see the messy and ruined Huayuan Building, which slowly emitted a faint light in the air, and those were their spirits.

The group of hundreds of black flame monsters had already left, and at this time, Huayuan Building was already quiet, as if there was no longer life.

Leaving behind under the corpses of the spirits, there was a dark gold glazed scroll that was glowing and recording everything, but no one noticed.

Until the arrival of Wan Lijun...

...

...

The consciousness retracted, and the image in their minds had slowly faded.

The hole torn in mid-air healed without a trace, and the so-called dark gold glazed scroll was also dimmed.

Cold wind erodes bones.

Wan Lijun's hand trembled slightly, and he was panicked.

For a long time, Huai Yuan, who had closed his eyes, slowly opened his eyes.

There was a chill in his eyes, and he was filled with irrepressible anger.

"Huaiyuan, now those remnants of the barbarian clan are afraid that they are about to rise... And there are so many black flame monsters, someone must have fed them with blood... Who is this secret hand? It's not one of those defective products that are wrapped in green eggs..."

"Barbarians, they will pay for their blood debts. ”

He paused word by word, without question.

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