The night feathers hold the purple spirit out of the clock shop, and did not mind to go to other places to go, then the original way back.

Just after half a street, suddenly there was a strange light in the throat of the night feathers, the heart.

So soon, the killer came over...

On tracking and killing, the night feathers are ancestor level!

The heart sends a voice to the fire, let it not fall in the air for a while, and the night feathers hurriedly walked outside.

The man has been out of the city after the night feathers.

The night feathers turned around with the tail on the street, and they failed to get rid of it and went straight out of the city.

"Master, the man is still behind." The fire spirit flew high in the air, and the small eyes of the water spirit kept sweeping down.

The night feathers hold the purple spirit in front, and a few hundred and a half old people are not far from the tens of meters hanging behind, seems to want to wait for the night feathers to leave the city gate and then do it again.

In the eyes of the night feathers, a hint of chill was gradually formed, stopping in front of a desolate valley.

"It’s been so long, come out, you won’t come out again, I can go.” The night feathers looked at the woods outside the valley, and the spiritual power was already running quietly.

"The girl is very good at repairing, it is the beast in your arms that reminds you of someone to follow." Half-bone of the old man walked out slowly from the woods, and he did not know when he had already grasped a wide-knife knife on his back. The head also moved forward with two scarlet gems, which looked quite fascinating.

"Zheng Chengde sent you to come?" The night feathers 汐 Liu Mei picked one, and the jade hand gently helped the purple spirit in the arms.

"It doesn't matter who sent me." The half-old man's voice was low, and the hazy eyes stared at the night feathers: "Give me the cub in your arms, I will give you 100 million gold coins."

For the purple spirit?

The night feathers flashed a trace of surprise in the eyes, I thought that tracking this person is sent by Zhong Chengde to revenge, it seems that he guessed wrong.

"呲"

Zi Ling has already passed through the wisdom, and heard that the middle-aged man would spend gold coins to buy himself, and immediately talked from the night feathers to the middle of the head, and demonstrated to the middle-aged people.

If it weren’t for the night feathers, the palms would be caressed on its forehead, and it’s possible that Zi Ling has now turned and ready to attack.

The night feathers felt the mood swing of Zi Ling, and smiled at the middle-aged man: "It seems that my spirit beast doesn't like you very much."

"Miss sells it to me, I have to take it by myself, or else..." The middle-aged man sank.

"How else?" The night feathers looked a little more playful. They have already looked at the cultivation of this middle-aged man. In the late period of Xuan Ling, it was not a grade with the just-in-time Zhong Chengde.

"Otherwise, I am afraid that I will stay here forever." The middle-aged man’s hazy eyes suddenly slammed in two steps, and the ghost head in his hand slammed directly into the night.

The two were originally separated by tens of meters, but when the middle-aged man had a wide knife and a knives, the two scarlet gems on the top were twinkling. The knives of a spiritual force stretched forward a few meters and slashed straight. Night feathers.

Ok? Spirit soldiers?

The night feathers swelled, and the toes twitched in the early morning, and the whole person floated back more than ten meters, avoiding the sharp knife.

Boom!

The soil is flying, and the late Ming Xuan strikes, even if it is only the spiritual power extended from the weapon, it will cut a few meters deep gully!

The night feathers and the face are tight, and the purple spirit is retreated to the side, and the soul-splitting blade has been held in the hand.

"I have a ghost knife, killing 13 strong mysterious spirits, fifty-two strong Huang Ling strong, countless nine-level spirits. The little girl knows the truth and gives me the one, maybe I can leave you a Life." The middle-aged population said, with one hand and one throw, the ghost knife turned around his body like a spirituality, and finally fell back into his hands.