The ruthless eyes, with a different kind of madness, were obviously the end of the strong crossbow, but in the eyes of the ancient gods, it still made her tremble, and a chill arose in her heart for no reason.

"What is rampant, you are a soft persimmon when you are a sister, how can you be threatened by you?" The ancient god painting roared, pinched his hands, and the world of fire suddenly evolved into a vision, the jade fingers were green, and the sparkling glass was heard, only to hear a loud bang, covering the world where the wind was clear, and suddenly returned to chaos.

This nothingness is like boiling water tumbling, shaking the heavens and the earth in the roar, and turning into a huge whirlpool under the distortion, sweeping the heavens and the earth, the sea of flowers is broken, and the flowers are truly buried here.

The dust settled, and when half an hour later, the scene fell into stillness again, and even breathing could be heard, the Holy Emperor had finished trembling with the middle-aged man, although he could only defend passively, and his body was extremely tattered, but the middle-aged man was not very good, his clothes were disheveled, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he had long lost the demeanor he had originally visited.

He stood alone in the void, looking at where the wind was clear, where it had been wiped out into nothingness under the flowers, was he dead? Is he still alive?

The three of them stood aside, also looking at the chaos that had returned to the ruins in a daze, their eyes were glazed, and they couldn't say what they looked like, they really killed him? That unreal feeling, like a dream, although they had been standing quietly in place for half an hour, but I don't know why, this kind of truth and falsehood really made them wonder. , "Qing Yang, you killed Qing Yang, you killed my brother!" The Holy Emperor fell into a rampage, the demonic aura was monstrous, the sky was transformed, and the demonic qi that covered the sky and the sun was distorted into a huge fighting holy ape, he stood on top of the head of the Dharma body, holding a golden rod, his eyes were like electricity, and he stared at the ancient god painting fiercely.

A huge pillar of black light fell from the sky and landed vertically above the Holy Prince, at this moment, he originally only had the mana of a half-saint, but under the burning blood, he actually released the coercion of the quasi-saint, and the quasi-saint with the way of fighting was enough to make him proud.

"Give back my brother's life!" he roared, he was crazy, he saw the wind clear and return to nothingness under the funeral flowers, how could he survive under such a powerful supernatural power?

The Holy Emperor really trembled, the stick in his hand suddenly enlarged, like a hundred and eight thousand zhang, standing up to the sky and the earth, the golden-winged phoenix on his head jumped violently, he galloped from heaven and earth, turned into a black whirlwind in the sea of fire and went straight to the ancient god painting, the crazy demonic qi almost made the entire heaven and earth tremble.

"It's not good, this monkey is weird!" The ancient god painting was shocked, at this time, the coercion that erupted from the Holy Emperor had already put her under pressure, and the coercion that broke out before had a huge consumption of mana, and at this time, she had to face the Holy Emperor who had fallen into madness, she was simply more than capable of strength.

If you are at your peak, you will naturally not care, and you can just turn your hand and slap the other party to death, but now, ...... She looked at the middle-aged man and the bastard with a pleading look, but who knew that the other party had avoided her eyes after a while.

"You guys!" the ancient god painting laughed angrily, and was about to gallop forward, wanting to lead the disaster to the east, who knows, at the moment when she left, the Holy Emperor had already arrived first, and the huge rod fell from the sky, bringing a boom, and everywhere she passed, the flames whose temperature could almost melt ten thousand years of fine iron retreated to both sides.

Bang!

One, two, three, until it was a full hundred, the Holy Emperor stopped waving the stick, his face was distorted, and his face was full of arrogance, and his face was actually diffused with an extreme sadness, and two lines of tears were left.

It is rare to have a confidant in life, and it is easy to get a daughter, but a brother who can stick a knife in both ribs can only give birth to true feelings in life and death.

He didn't cry, between the heavens, the sad breath broke out again, swept the world, and the mixed Daozi couldn't see any look, but this sad meaning affected the middle-aged man who fought with him at the beginning, people are not sages, who can do nothing, and the original nature of people is good, although this middle-aged man is the senior brother of the mixed Daozi, but in fact, the habits of the two are two extremes.

The previous battle made him deeply recognize the character of the Holy Prince, who was above board and fair, and never used any evil means, on the contrary, there was a kind of pride in fighting him, and the kind of unruly fall that swept the hearts of the people had already deeply convinced him.

Looking at the great compassion of the Holy Prince, he also has a kind of sadness from his heart, he is not sad and clear, but for this iron-clad man and feel sad, the Tao is different and does not conspire with each other, although the heart of the Holy Prince, but the two are still fighting because of their position, in his opinion, presumably the Holy Prince can also feel his heart.

"This time, I won't participate in your battle, even if the other party is my junior sister. The middle-aged man's expression flashed a strange color, and then turned calm, maybe under the madness that the Holy Emperor fell into, he had another careful thought, but at least, he didn't make a move, and the sad color on his face was not pretending, but from the heart.

"Bastard, how can you be like this, I'll help you kill Feng Qingyang, and now you actually stand by and watch?" The ancient god painted a terrible scream, under the burning blood and madness of the Holy Emperor, she didn't have the slightest strength to fight back, just like a cat and a dog, she was hung and beaten fiercely, and her already transparent clothes were exposed, revealing countless snow-white skin, which seemed to be crystal clear, dazzling, and refreshing.

If it is someone else, under the charm of this limit, you may swallow your saliva, but now you are facing the Holy Prince, in his eyes, no matter how beautiful you are, you are just a white bone.

"Kill my brother, I'm going to skin you!" The Holy Emperor's eyes were scarlet, where was there still a little bit of reason, in his eyes, this person killed his brother, and saw the wind Qingyang collapse into nothingness, and the impact of his mind almost made him desperate.

His Holy Prince has only a handful of friends in this life, and the wind is the most important of them, the two have gone through life and death, and they have been in the same boat through thick and thin, and they have long become friends of life and death, if they don't do something to him now, how can they be worthy of their conscience? At least, he wants to kill the ancient god painting alive.

No matter how much price he pays, no matter whether it is life or death, even if it is death, he must first pull the back of the ancient god painting, the stick flows again, and the holy prince is newly integrated into the sea of fire, when it appears, his face is even more iron-blue, but under this iron-blue, there is a strange calm, the ancient god painting just glanced at it, and was shocked.

I can't care about the exposed body of spring at this moment, and I am crazy to escape here!