Rumble!

Boom Boom!

Lian Zimiao, who was guarding the ruins of the Shadow Gate, heard a strange explosion in his ears, and at the same time, a faint smell of blood gently poured into his nostrils.

What?

His heart pounded, and he immediately smeared his eyes with blood, activated the spell, and looked into the space corridor with bated breath.

It can't be those ten people, what danger is there, right?

Just when Lian Zimiao was thinking like this, at the end of his sight, two scarred figures appeared, one was completely exhausted, and the other was still struggling to breathe.

"Damn the witch! used the secret treasure of the temple as an introduction, and gave this stupid long fish Yanshan such a big set to the old man! ”

"What the hell is this place? Is there any end to it? ”

"Once the old man has a chance to escape, he is bound to break the little demon woman's body into pieces! The old man is a dignified monk and a young monk...... Old man ......"

Rumble!

The space debris was so dense that it was impossible to dodge, and the figure that let out bursts of spitting in his mouth was cut by the dense fragments like a meat grinder, and even the soul and flesh turned into a cloud of blood mist, and he could no longer make any sound.

Lian Zimiao's mouth was wide open, and his eye sockets were black......

How can this always sound like a person that immediately reminds people of something?

Yes......

Tiny!

I'm worried about whether you'll survive.

You've only been there for less than a day, and you've killed a primordial monk...... and a surname Changyu, Changyu is a big surname in Beiyan!

I...... Do you want to close the space tunnel on the ruins of the Shadow Gate immediately?

If I leave you in Xiqi for ten years.

Maybe you can wipe out all the combat power of Beiyan and Nanding stranded in Xiqi!

On the one hand, it is its own conscience, and on the other hand, it is the overall situation of Dongling.

Lian Zimao's face was merciful and evil, and he was caught in the most contradictory choice in his life......

Zhen Xiaoxiao rushed out of the eye of the storm with a small porridge and returned to the sand.

Bang bang bang!

The Shui brothers and sisters and the high priest clapped their hands desperately, and their slaps were red.

The three of them still remember Changyu Yanshan's advice.

When the winner appears, be sure to cheer desperately!

The entire team of Beiyan disappeared, and only some fresh blood remained on the sand, but the violent wind and sand here would bury all traces without a single cup of tea.

Originally, he thought that the really little group would be completely suppressed by the Beiyan monks, but Shui Zhong never expected that after the little fairy and the little fish left, the remaining four people, like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, overturned the minions.

"Master!"

Now Shui Zhimei's eyes are full of bright little stars, hugging Yang Yan like an octopus, and he can't pick it off.

"A few immortals are our water, our oasis, and our Xiqi Sea God is the final blessing to future generations." The high priest had a crazy expression and constantly praised the people with various proverbs.

Zhenxiao glanced up at Chenguang and felt that there was nothing unusual about him. He glanced aside.

"Huh? This big snake, what's going on? ”

The blue striped wind python, the mount of Changyu Yanshan, was still lying in the wind, and it remained motionless, as if it was asleep.

"I don't know, I thought it was the most dangerous." Shen Tu wiped the blood from the head of the gun, and he was also puzzled.

This huge python was completely indifferent to what happened in the previous battle, which caused him to worry about it in vain.

"I'll take a look!" It's really a little bit of a rise in the sky, if this snake is subdued, it will be a good harvest for Xiqi.

"Be careful!" Yang Yan reminded behind him.