After a few steps, Su Yicai stopped his figure and stared at the mysterious woman, with a trace of blood flowing out of her mouth.

In the secluded flower sea, the burning flaming flower sea has long since stopped, and there has been no such thing as Xuan Shuang and Si Kong Sang.

In front of the flower sea, there is only one figure that is graceful and graceful. The figure is slender and the eyes are condensed, looking at the stone room behind him.

"Golden dragon breath, it seems that there is still my family atmosphere, the second sister is afraid that it is difficult to cope. Let the six sisters deal with it!"

Yingying’s eyebrows reveal the supreme majesty, and the beautiful face presents a slight incomprehensible beauty.

When the voice just fell, it disappeared directly into the original place, leaving only the smouldering flower fields that had not been completely burned, and still shining with a mysterious light.

Inside the stone room, it is extremely quiet.

Su Yi quietly wiped the blood from his mouth, revealing a mysterious smile.

Fortunately, there is Yang Ming to protect the body in time, plus he has been cultivated into Yuanyang Tianlong bone, otherwise it is really difficult to resist the attack of the woman in front of her.

"A pretty monster?"

Su Yi secretly thinks about it. It seems that here, the mysterious woman of the demon sect is also very jealous of her own sect.

"Miss sister, or you are more fun, come and come, let's come again!"

The mysterious woman did not show weakness, and the vitality soared again. A demon emperor was nine-fold, and a meta-virtual environment was nine-fold. He even had some difficulty in waiting for the big sister to come back, but he was afraid to be laughed at.

Then I smiled a little, and the eyes looked forward, and the breath was adjusted quite long and very embarrassing.

"Then come again! See how many times you can!"

When the words fall, the soles of the feet will be enchanting, and the huge shadow will once again think of Su Yi’s figure.

Seeing the mysterious figure of the mysterious woman constantly rushing, the red gold light of Su Yi’s deep scorpion surged, and then quickly leaped up.

"boom!"

Above the void, a crisp and cold voice came quietly.

"enough!"

Still not responding, the giant cat and the bird's figure quickly disappeared, and Su Yi suddenly felt that the body was too weak and the sea was stagnant.

The shadow of the bird's eye is like a wilting, and it quickly shrinks behind Su Yi's body, and finally disappears.

Then, an ancient, thick and dusty atmosphere poured into the heart of Su Yi, and it was very comfortable.

There was a very soft force pushing on the chest, and I gently carried it to the ground. When I tried hard, Su Yi couldn’t work at all.

Another huge space was shocked and swayed, and the robes were hunted for hunting.

Guanghua's full body, the light suddenly dim, and then look at the mysterious woman, has long been out of place.

And the Yang Ming on the side is equally enchanting and can't help but converge, showing shock and standing on the spot.

The stone room has returned to silence!

Within the solemn stone room, only the old and fierce atmosphere is left. The fight just like a dream is illusory.

"Come out! Just hit it and run!"

Su Yi Sheng is clenched, and the sharp fluctuations are quietly filled. With a wave of sharpness, the sharp knife is so tidal that he directly rushes to the nine statues.

The knives of the knives were halfway through, and disappeared at the touch.

"Su Yi!"

A faint voice came from the mind, it is the spirit of thousands of snow.

Su Yi was amazed, Ling Qianxue just fell asleep, why wake up so quickly, hurriedly said.

"Thousands of snow, how do you wake up, here is so strange!"

Ling Qianxue looked at Su Yi and continued to wave his knife, and quickly stopped, the voice was slightly trembling.

"Don't fight, here is the nine spirit altar of my family!"

When Su Yi suddenly stopped the vitality in the wide meridians, his heart was ups and downs, and he was extremely surprised by Ling Qianxue.

"Are you sure?"

Ling Qianxue slightly closed his eyes, and the jade face and the lips flashed a touch of emotion, nodding.

What Su Yi didn't know was that the Lingshi, who woke up, saw the stone room in front of him and was extremely shocked.

Ling Qianxue can't believe that this is actually the altar of the Jiu Ling Tmall!

The nine-life cat demon was originally the descendant of the nine-linged cat. With the continuous inheritance, it eventually evolved into the current nine-life cat demon.

Here, as the elders of the tribe have preached, the same as the imagination, the current largest statue should be the ancestor of the nine spirits, the singer!

Stop the excitement in the heart, Ling Qianxue stabilizes the mind, carefully analyze whether this is the environment or reality, if this is where the Nine Spirits Tmall is located, it means that this pulse has not been cut off!

"boom!"

The thunderous sound of the thunder and thunder rang through the entire stone room, directly hitting Su Yi and Yang Ming as a storm.

On time, I was able to run the mixed forces to the fullest, and tried to provoke the body's vitality, and barely escaped this sudden blow.

The space 涟漪 has not completely dissipated, and the twisted space ripples slowly walked out of a figure. In his twenties, he was thin and the legs were extremely slender.

A pair of purple long skirts, black hair like a waterfall, supple and ear, snow if the fat, a bright scorpion with a hint of chill, two rows of dense eyelashes like a feather fan.

Liu Mei seems to be awkward, if the shoulder is cut into, the waist is like a prime, the body has a pale lavender haze filled with sky, the incomparable demon makes the Su Yi bones stunned, like the legendary demon fairy, cold and evil.

The Yaozu, or ghosts, or gods, or ghosts, or fox fire, or weak yin fire, if the gods, if the grass, if the wood, is all psychic.

Su Yi knew at this time that there were such beautiful women between heaven and earth that people could not look straight.

"The voice of the ancestor!" Ling Qianxue covered his face and shouted, his voice trembled, he could not believe his eyes.

"Ah?" Su Yi could feel that Ling Qianxue was directly on the ground in the soul, and did not dare to move.

The woman who is called the Lingyin sound is like a Lingbo fairy. The moth-toothed eyebrows are looking forward to the glory. The cold eyes are filled with a demon spirit, and Su Yi is looked at by the non-dusty people.

Su Yi was so overwhelmed by the reverence of Ling Qianxue, and suddenly had some words.

The sound of the singer's sound is tanned, and the sound of a very cold fairy sings is faint.

"Are you awake?"

As soon as the voice fell, a stream of light bursting out from the heart of the soul, surrounded by the top of Su Yi.

The aura is like a sun, and the soul of Su Yi is sucked insanely. Only the spirit in the soul is transformed into a subtle light spot. As the light wave **** out the body of Su Yi.

"Hey!"

When Su Yi slowed down the gods, Ling Qianxue had fallen to the side of Su Yi, bowed his head and looked at the direction of the spirits, and his eyes were full of respect.

"Thousands of snow, you are out!"

What makes Su Yi even more surprised is that Ling Qianxue's breath is still very weak, but his body shape is gradually condensed, and the little girl, the mysterious woman is generally very real.

Ling Qianxue did not dare to answer the question of Su Yi. The eyebrows were crumpled, but they fell in love with the sound of the spirit.

"The disciple is in a thousand snows, and pays homage to the ancestors!"