Chapter 1937 Behind the Scenes Black Hand (1)

"Don't dare to resist?" The Emperor was angry, this guy dared to kill its captives in front of it?

The cold teenager saw the feminine teenager suffocating, and the eyes flashed a stream of light.

Under the wrath of the Emperor, he suddenly inserted his hands into his chest and directly tore his chest.

The speed is so fast that Ye Qingyi has no time to stop.

"Is he crazy?" The ancient patriarchs on the side of the road were different.

But at the moment when the boy's chest was torn open, a smog of invisible smoke flew out of his heart.

The smog was so fast, but the blink of an eye disappeared from their eyes.

"Want to run?" The Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly opened his mouth and slammed.

Strong suction, but in an instant, the smoke that was scattered out was sucked into the mouth and swallowed and swallowed.

Ye Qingying, who wanted to stop, watched the throat of the Emperor of the Emperor move.

Got it, swallow it in!

"The worms are small." The Emperor snorted and raised his claws, throwing the two dead and venomous bodies on the ground.

Ye Qing’s skull is a little bit painful.

The cold boy, clearly posing to kill and destroy, does not reveal information.

The Emperor did not let him escape, but...

The purpose of the other party is still achieved.

"Look and see, there are no clues on the two of them." Ye Qing reluctantly suppressed the inner voice.

This Emperor is strong, but this is...

One word, hey!

Standing on the side of the dying, immediately with blood and other undead, look up at the bodies of the two men, from the space ring of the two of them, found some piecemeal artifacts, and a piece of chaotic spirit.

When Ye Qingyi took over the fragments of Chaos Spirit from the hands of the dead, his heart shook a little.

The fragments of the Spirit of Chaos are only the size of the palm, and the color is no different from the ordinary black iron. However, after holding it in the hand, Ye Qingyi does not feel any weight, just like this piece of debris, there is no generality.

Other ancient people saw Ye Qingxuan actually found a piece of chaotic spirit, and they could not help but have some eyes.

You must know that the fragments of the Spirit of Chaos, the hands of the great ancients, only have one each, and everyone wants to get more.

But now...

The ancients are very acquainted with the current affairs without opening. By default, this piece of debris belongs to the Shadow Temple.

After seeing the power of the Emperor, they will be enemies with the Shadow Temple unless they are crazy!

Ye Qingyi was the first to see the spirit of chaos, the shadow of the Holy Lord's hand, she looked for a long time in the shadow temple, but also could not find, although curious, but Ye Qingyi still has to pretend Just look at the wind and light, and put the piece of chaotic spirit into the space ring.

"There are no accessories for these two people, but we found the same totem on them." The blood floated forward.

"What kind of totem?" Ye Qingyu asked.

The **** floating moment dragged the bodies of the two men up.

In addition to the heart of the two, they have a rounded totem of one and a half slaps.

It’s just that the totem is very beautiful, Ye Qingyi has never seen it.

"Who can you, recognize this totem." Ye Qingyi looked at other ancient and eight kings.

The eight kings looked up and looked at them. They were all confused. When they shook their heads, they retreated to the side.

The ancients also went to see them one by one, but they all said that they had not seen such a totem.

(End of this chapter)