That direction is the direction of the Saintess Pavilion.
Ah Xuan is still in the secret room of the Holy Maiden Pavilion.
In front of his eyes, a tall and tall figure seemed to appear.
That purple-clothed, handsome man smiled at her.
Her eyelashes trembled.
"Ah Xuan..."
When he saw this figure, his body seemed to gain strength inexplicably.
Her legs moved with difficulty, and rushed towards the direction of the figure.
But the next moment.
The endless surge of evil energy frantically flocked towards that figure.
Ye Qingluo's hands were empty.
She fell hard to the ground.
Powerlessly watching the evil spirit surging in front of him, it completely engulfed that magnificent figure.
Ah Xuan...
Ah Xuan...
Ah Xuan...
There was a dull pain in Ye Qingluo's heart.
She desperately wanted to call Di Moxuan's name.
But his throat seemed to be blocked by something.
It made her unable to make a sound.
Tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
Drop by drop, it fell into her wrist.
The scorching heat swept her away again.
...
"Are you still struggling to die?" Leng Yan smiled sinisterly, his face full of complacency.
Little by little, he moved his gaze to the opposite side, the row of people.
After seeing those people, all of them looked at each other with hatred, wishing to cut him into pieces.
Smile more happily.
He loved that look so much.
I love this feeling so much that they hate him and hate him so much, but they can't do anything about him.
This is the path of the strong that he pursues.
No one dares to violate all his deeds!
So what if you hate him
What can they do with him
"No creature can escape the magic of space explosion, so you should give up." Leng Yan laughed sinisterly, not hiding his pride.
"My apprentice is still inside! You should save her life anyway!" Although Xie Ba's words meant to blame Leng Yan, his tone was also full of pride.
People from their hell palace will never lose!
Unless they don't want to.
Otherwise, there is no impossible task!
"What's the use of that kind of apprentice who doesn't know how to obey?" Leng Yan snorted, he didn't like Ye Qingluo at all.
The evil tyrant laughed a few times, and glanced coldly at Onimu and Zou Mo who were standing there, who had no intention of doing anything at all: "Since the two of you don't intend to interfere in this matter, then today's matter, the two of you will Treat it as if you didn't know it... The target of the Hell Palace is only those two inside."
With his withered hand, he pointed to the Holy Lady's House, which was swallowed up by evil spirits.
The Limao in Zou Mo's arms couldn't hold back immediately, and roared angrily: "I don't know? You dare to hurt my sister like this, and you still think we don't know? Maomao is going to die, and I want you to be buried with me!"
"Maomao!" Zou Mohuan held Limao tightly, hooking her into his arms with his long arms.
Limao's cute little face was already covered with tears.
There was a dull pain in Zou Mo's heart.
He tightened his arms.
"If Qing Luo dies... I... I will definitely not live alone!" Yan Xiaoyi squeezed the black sickle blade in her hand, her eyes were full of ruthless coldness.
Qiao Jin wrapped his hands around Yan Xiaoyi's slender waist and tightened them.
Open your mouth and want to say something.
But looking at the Holy Maiden's Temple, which is covered with evil spirits.
After all, he shut his mouth.
Apparently, she acquiesced to Yan Xiaoyi's words.
"Hahaha... A group of ants, also want to shine with the sun and the moon?" Leng Yan swept over those people with disdain.
In his eyes.
The so-called affection of these little ants is just a joke.