"Here, your life can not be saved, it is no longer what you have the final say, but I have the final say."

In the face of two Yuanxian, if there is a true fairy who dares to speak like this, I am afraid that it will be thought that it is a heartless madness.

Li Xingba once thought so and believed it.

But now, they think of what Yan Zhao’s words have said before, but only the endless chill of the bottom of my heart is cold and heart-wrenching.

At this moment, Li Xingba is not so angry with Yan Zhaoge.

The person he hates most at the moment is Gao Han and Chen Ganhua!

Chen Ganhua and his people, Li Xingba now want to come, more is not reliable.

And the high cold, that is to show that he took Li Xingba as a gun, using the Dan Temple as a bait, he asked him to find Yan Zhao song trouble.

However, whether it was Gao Han or Chen Ganhua, he did not tell him that Yan Zhaoge actually had such a means as the Jiuqu Yellow River Array.

Otherwise, if you look at the big tributary of the Tianhe tributary in front of you, how can he stupidly step on it and throw himself into the net?

When I saw Chen Ganhua’s deity not coming in, and replacing it with the magical pearl, Li Xingba thought that he was a true immortal and self-aware, and the gentleman did not stand under the wall.

It is only now that the self-knowledge is clear and self-aware, but it has nothing to do with the cultivation of the true fairy.

At that moment, the crane demon is even more regrettable, and the intestines are almost green, and I can’t wait to grab the ground.

Under the suppression of Yan Zhao Ge, their physique has begun to distorted and dismembered, as if there were two opposite forces acting on their bodies, causing Li Xingba to tear every part of his body.

“Hui’s walker has no words to say wrong.” Yan Zhaoge looked at Li Xingba and smiled and said: “You are not easy to get down the list of gods. It’s time to recuperate, low-key talents, and want to jump out and engage in the rain. Is it because you have lived for too long?"

"You..." Li Xing stalked his neck and tried to look up at Yan Zhao, but he was pressured to move.

Yan Zhao song said indifferently: "In those days, it was not the era when you could make waves. You blindly went out and were robbed of the list."

"Now it is not your time. If you look back to death this time, then it is really dead. Go to the list without asking for a sigh of relief."

In the voice of the voice, Yan Zhao singers continue to work hard.

Li Xingba’s painful embarrassment, the body under the influence of Yan Zhao song, completely disintegrated, fragmented!

From the body to the soul, annihilate.

The ancient era was able to get rid of the gods list, but it was safe to spend two epochs to live in the ancient powerhouse. After the great destruction, the self-defeating gods got out of the list, not only did not fall into the big shatter, but also regained Free body, live to this day.

Many of the strongmen who have been trained to be more powerful than him have fallen for the sake of this or that. They have been working for many years, and his Li Xingba still survives.

But this ancient power, but died today under a true fairy, died in a place he never thought he might fall.

The impermanence of life is full of ridicule.

And the crane demon, at the moment under the pressure of Yan Zhaoge's palm, also stepped into the footsteps of Li Xing.

A Taoist Yuanxian, a demon sacred sacred equivalent to Daomen Yuanxian Tianjun, fell into his own hands, Yanzhao songs look as usual.

He recruited a beckoning, a dimly lit yellow water in the water of the Yellow River, which was just the sacred bead that was swallowed up by the Jiuqu Yellow River.

At this moment, there was no master's control, and it was suppressed by the Jiuqu Yellow River. Baozhu Guanghua was dull and quiet, but still resisted the contact of Yan Zhaoge.

But it is not difficult for Yan Zhaoge to collect it at this moment.

After cleaning the battlefield quickly, Yan Zhao song looked up at the sky.

At this moment, in the endless void of the Jiuqu Yellow River, which is outside the tributary of the Tianhe River, the horrible magic is raging and full of glory.

"Fortunately." Yan Zhao song muttered to himself.

He was only a war, although he was in the chest, but it was not all without pressure.

The pressure is not outside, not from Li Xingba, but in the battlefield outside the big array.

Yan Zhao song tried his best to break two opponents, which is to avoid Feng Yunyi fighting with each other for too long.

The longer the delay, the heavier the erosion of the cloud, and the worse the self-control.

At the same time, it is easy to recruit more powerful powers, or other powerful forces.

Now, Yan Zhaoge did not spend too much time on Li Xingba and the Hezu Xiaosheng. The pressure on Fengyun’s side is not so urgent.

Yan Zhao’s songs are changed with both hands and then combined.

The confession of Xiandan and the closed fairy scorpion were taken back by him. With his movements, the yin wind subsided, the black fog dissipated, and the dimly lit river water became clear and clear again.

The tributary of the Tianhe River gradually recovered from the past, and the stars rising and falling in the river also renewed the radiant glow and shone through the void.

The stars re-excited each other, and the time and space that was in disorder was once again more distorted.

In the Tianhe River, the water curtains are again erected to divide the space.

After realizing that the tributary of the Tianhe River was restored to its original state, Feng Yunyi slashed his sword and set off his opponent's offensive, then pulled back.

She went all the way down and returned to the Tianhe River. Yan Zhaoge had already greeted her up. The two men met each other and positioned in the chaotic time and space, crossing the heavy water curtain and merging together.

But behind him, the fierce ancient demon has also been chased down, the horror of the magic, suddenly tearing the Tianhe, and let the water of the Tianhe become muddy.

However, Yan Zhaoge and the two have long been prepared.

Feng Yunyi slashed his sword against the enemy, Yan Zhao song took her other hand, separated a water curtain, and then the two joined together.

The ancient demon has the heart to block the time and space changes in the tributaries of the Tianhe River, but the Fengyun smashed out nine consecutive knives, shattered and destroyed thousands of roads, and washed the magic of the ancient demon.

For such an instant of effort, Yan Zhaoge's two figures have disappeared.

In the tributary of the Tianhe River, time and space are chaotic, and it may lead to either side. It enters a time and space passage, and Yan Zhaoge and the two immediately move away.

Feng Yunyi returned a knife, and the road was annihilated in the future, making it difficult for the ancient demon to track the first time.

After doing all this, her blue and black magical dragons turned dark in the eyes, and finally went out, and the strength was as close as possible.

Yan Zhao song took her, quickly moved time and space, crossed the boundary between a heavy void, away from the battlefield.

The direction is difficult to distinguish, and they can't judge where they are at the same time.

But the more this is the case, the more difficult it is for the ancient devil to track them.

"For the time being, it should be fine." Feng Yun said with a sigh of relief: "The ancient demon of the Da Luo level is indeed extraordinary, but it is not the magic of the wood or the demons."

Yan Zhao song smiled and said: "If you can't get you quickly, the other party doesn't want to fight all the time. Otherwise, it will be good for other big Luo Tianxian. He is also not good. Jiuyou is still a public enemy."

"The remains of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty?" Feng Yunqi asked.

"Here." Yan Zhao song spread his hand, Cang Biguanghua flow.

He whispered: "Go, let's bring the Emperor to go home."

(ps: Plus, thank you for the "following the wind and rain" alliance.