Hey!

Zi Ling, who has not yet turned, hits the old man's abdomen and flies directly.

The elders saw that the cultivation of the night feathers was the beginning of Huang Ling, and he relied on his own cultivation of Huang Ling in the late period. He felt that he had to win the game and asked the night feathers.

Only he did not expect that there will be the purple spirit of Huang Ling’s peak strength in the night feathers.

It is a pity that the purple spirit has not come and changed, but it is only a small form. If it is transformed, this old man who hits Huang Ling must spray at least two blood!

The figure of Huang Ling’s old man flew nearly a hundred meters and slammed into the stone pillar.

Roar!

Purple spirit jumped out of the cell, has become a purple leopard, four feet in the air to step, straight to the old man Huang Ling.

The night feathers did not stop, and when they came out, the spirits swept out in an instant, and the passages had become a mess. The night feathers rushed to the black wind and swayed them, letting them rush outside.

The night feathers have faintly sensed that there are seven or eight strong aires in the direction of the apse.

Once trapped inside... I’m afraid it’s hard to escape!

"Shi Qing, go!"

In the night, Yu Yu’s heart re-transmitted, and the spiritual power broke out at the foot, rushing toward the exit direction.

"Let me out, stop them!"

In the air, the old man’s anger was heard. The old man’s actual experience was extremely rich, and he did not immediately defeat the purple spirit!

Puff puff.

The night feathers slammed on the blood thunder, and the soul-splitting blade in the hand stabbed them one after another.

There are always rushing around to the night feathers, but those people's attacks are almost useless, and can block the speed of the night feathers.

"Miss, you go out first, I will wait."

Suddenly remembered the sound of Shi Qing. Night Yu blinked in the eye, how did Shi Qing...

After glanced around, Yu Yu knew in his heart that Shi Qing wanted to save others!

The night feathers slashed and the two spirits smashed out and directly smashed the two nearby doors.

Boom!

The cell in Shiqing burst out with a spiritual force, the door was broken, and the middle of the Huangling engulfed the hall.

The air is avoiding the purple spirit attacking Huang Ling's old man's heart, two Huang Ling strong!

Instantly screaming at God, Zi Ling seized the opportunity, and slammed into the old man's face, and the big mouth directly bite.

"Zi Ling, go!" The night feathers snorted and the fire broke in the palm.

From the moment I came in, I was determined to destroy this place. This kind of place without humanity should not exist!

Hey!

A fire directly hits the stone pillar.

The fire lotus that is condensed by the fire is faster than the thousand-handed condensed fire lotus, but the power is only equivalent to the full blow of the night feather.

Huang Lingqiang's full blow, ruining enough here!

The night feathers used the spirit to maintain the fire lotus to the top of the stone pillar, and the purple spirit drilled into the passage.

On the other side, Shi Qing blew all the nearby gates and followed the figure of the night feathers.

The passageway extends in all directions, and the temple will react in the moment when the hall is in trouble. A large number of spirits flock to this side, and even... there are several Huang Lingqiang!

These Huang Ling strong are the elders of the Wang Dian Temple, and they are murderous in one eye, and they are going to kill the invaders.

Those eight-order, nine-order spirits and crickets have no killing in the eyes of the night feathers. With the blood-thundering method, the night feathers can hide and hide as much as possible.

The night feathers are easier to move forward, and the stone green behind him can be much more brutal.

It’s a good idea to use a **** road to describe it.

阎王殿门门.

Black wind days, Ling Feng and other 50 nine-order powerhouses are trying to rush to the door.

Their attack was intended to attract the attention of the King of the Kings, allowing them to draw their hands and share the pressure of the night.

However, the king’s palace has paid too much attention...

Forever eternal life, the disciples of the princes of the king rushed to the black wind and waited for others.