Lin Wuyou widened his eyes. Before he could react further, the black hair was already in the first place.

This forbearing and ambitious master of the red dress has never encountered such a fighting style.

Chih!!

The black hair of the golden snake head instantly drilled into one of his fingers and pierced into the bones, and the bones were swallowed inch by inch.

This is just one.

And countless pieces have wrapped him up.

Lin Wuyou endured the severe pain and wanted to exert his mysterious energy, but the brilliant golden snake head with the tip of the black hair raised its head and bit it directly dispelled the newly born mysterious energy.

Chichichichi!!

The black-haired golden snake instantly penetrated the man's body.

He swam forward again.

Following closely behind is the sea-like sword energy.

The surging sword energy instantly drowns the master of the red-clothed tripod. The first thought was that countless swords had already broken Lingchi. The second thought was that Lin Wuyou had become a broken skeleton. The third thought was that Lin Wuyou had disappeared from the human world.

The corpse remains!!

The phantom Xia Ji is not long-winded.

Regardless of whether he died or not, he directly used the "big move" that Xia Ji had never thought of.

The phantom of Xia Ji half-body is not at all due to the revival of flesh and blood.

He walked forward with a grim smile, and pulled off his hair with his right hand.

It seems to be unsatisfied.

The whole body exploded again.

Heavy flesh and blood were squirming slowly on the ground.

What was flying all over the sky were platinum bones, countless golden snakes that stretched across miles, and the violent and boundless sword aura that was rushing like a tsunami.

Heaven and earth change color.

It seems that the end of the world is approaching.

Natural disasters are so terrible.

It was said quickly.

It takes only two or three seconds to go back and forth.

boom!!!

This terrifying torrent was like the collapse of the sky. It started from the valley and instantly impacted and submerged, covering the eighteen powerful Skeleton Society who were setting up the formation, as well as the central God Formation!

Before the eighteen strong men could react, they were instantly bitten by ten thousand snakes in this torrent. No matter what kind of protection, even the half-spirited curse treasure was instantly penetrated by the platinum holy bone.

In the Desolate God Formation.

The molten emperor suddenly felt his blood boiling, and he leaned over and sprayed a mouthful of blood mist.

"This...is this backlash? I...what exactly did I summon it?!!"

The strong man in golden armor was in a very embarrassing state, knelt down and raised his head, looking at this terrifying scene, "Is this... doomsday?"

The next moment.

Kakka...

The sound of the formation breaking out came.

Cracks emerge quickly.

"Not good!!" The Molten Emperor was shocked.

The phantom summoned by the spirit-calling array will not hurt the formation master, but if the phantom is to disappear, there are only two ways. The first is the array master's death, and the second is to close the formation center.

But he can no longer think about it.

The bones of the platinum holy light, the black hair of the golden snake, and the torrent of sword energy, this divine formation has been destroyed and destroyed.

What's even more terrifying is that there are actually two pupils in the torrent, staring at everything ferociously and playfully.

Bang!!

The formation completely shattered.

The Emperor of Molten had no time to make a decision, so he hurriedly opened his hands and tried to protect his daughter behind him.

Ying Zixun had been shocked long ago, just kept calling out "Dad".

The man in golden armor broke free from the formation and regained his kingly posture again.

"The Molten Gold Treasure Mirror, the protection of thousands of gold!!"

A low roar...

But nothing happened.

Because, in this torrent, the mysterious energy was actually isolated!!

The Molten Emperor has no time to do anything again.

He opened his eyes wide and watched Torrent pass through his arms, fingers, and shoulders, instantly submerging and swallowing the girl in purple who was shouting "Dad" in his arms.

"No..."

"No!!"

The handsome man in golden armor roared wildly, "No!!!!!!"

It's like being in the end of life and death.

The father and daughter looked at each other silently for the last time.

This time, Ying Zixun had panic, panic, pain, and a little attachment in her eyes.

Or maybe there is still regret?

The girl gently clutched the man's thick arm in front of her with her fingers.

It seems to be suffering from Wandao Lingchi's pain.

Bang!!

She fryed it into powder.

Washed away by the torrent, rushed away, and never saw each other again.

soon.

Another explosion.

The torrents disappeared.

The group of phantom Xia Jimang did not consider that his "level" of flesh and blood recovery was not enough. He directly magnified it as he pleased, and then played himself to death...

So, the torrent disappeared.

actually...

His existence lasted from beginning to end, only a few breaths.

But in these few breaths, the entire valley has become like a wasteland that has been ravaged by natural disasters and ends.

Everything seemed like a dream.

The man in golden armor was no longer majestic and domineering. He half-kneeled in the wasteland, covered in desolation, his black hair slowly turned white, but tears gushed out irresistibly.

The isolated mysterious energy has been restored.

He is another legend of righteousness that dominates the world. When he walks out of here, he is still admired by thousands of people.

The power is still there, the power is still there, and the reputation is still there!

But what about his heart?

Can it be recovered as well?

The mysterious energy is gone, you can practice again.

What about the heart?

If the heart is hurt, if the tears in your eyes are accidentally shaken, it will be difficult to recover. Can you still get it back?

Among the third-level forces in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the palace master of the Jiuding Palace, and the Ronghuang Yingyu, were like the most ordinary mortal, kneeling in the wasteland and crying loudly.

Jiuding Palace.

Autumn leaves by the lake.

Xia Ji poured himself a glass of warm wine and suddenly frowned and looked towards the west.

He murmured: "The Central Plains really hides dragons and tigers. At that moment just now... I felt the terrible murderous aura!
Chapter completed!