Yin Youqing's death only disperses the power of imprisonment a little more, and can still limit the current Xiaotian Dog.

The strength of Xiaotian Dog is almost the same as that of Tang Yuhan, Kong Ming and others, and is just around the corner.

If it really starts to fight, it is hard to say. If Xiaotian Dog can make a sip of cold, Kong Ming and the others will undoubtedly die.

If you are positive, your winning rate will be greatly reduced, and you will be able to survive by 50% or 50% of the time. In general, you are still a very weak dog.

Otherwise, Tang Luo would not have thought of changing the body of the Xiaotian Dog.

The same consecration, the Xiaotian Dog regained its movement and looked at Wu Lian with a humming voice.

Wu Lian also understood it intently. He picked up the snarling dog and left without saying anything. This raccoon slave should be used to monitor her.

I should have a useful function for this monk.

Tang Yuhan and others had just left, and the originally quiet martial arts venue suddenly shook, and the earth was trembling slightly.

The red light around quickly dissipated, and the elite soldiers of the Fusang tribe fell completely at this moment.

A trembling breath spread from the ground.

"God... is dead."

"The devil... is destroyed."

An extremely magnificent voice came out, stacked and filled, as if it was the sound of heaven.

"Why, am I still alive?"

"Hmm?" Tang Luo put down his hand with a lift. Why do he feel that this is a bit familiar?

"Since all the Buddhas in the sky have disappeared..."

Everyone in the Fusang tribe felt that the invisible giant hands covered the sky and grabbed their hearts.

The terrible aura spread, and the trance sword seemed to see the black waves covering the sky and the sun coming. There was nothing else but to watch yourself being swallowed.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter." Tang Luo shook his head, the platform under his feet shattered, and he jumped into the sky.

Open the five fingers of the right hand, facing down, empty palm!

A palm technique that descends from the sky.

The entire Fusang tribe shook for a moment, or merged into countless times.

A large number of buildings swayed around, and various furniture, accessories, pots and pans hit the ground and made a sound. Cracks appeared on the ground, spreading from all directions.

The tall rock walls that bulged the outermost outermost and fell down around, like a blooming flower.

Fortunately, the vibration lasted only a little, and no real serious casualties were caused.

"I"

The moment Tang Luo came out of his palm, the magnificent sound of heavenly sound came to an abrupt end.

The entire martial arts field disappeared without a trace, replaced by a huge black palm print. The palm print was so deep that the bottom could not be seen at first sight, and only a dark "abyss" could be seen.

A moment later, a red fountain surged out of the black abyss and rushed straight to the sky.
Chapter completed!