This burning obviously increased the heat.
The feeling of burning became more and more obvious.
Xieba's complexion became extremely gloomy, and the evil spirit lingering on his face quickly flowed away.
Especially the bloody gash on the face, and the surging birthmark, at this moment, it was so ferocious that it made one's scalp tingle.
But, even if it is burned and cut by this scorching black force.
Xieba still didn't let go of her wrist.
The facial features on the face also became more ferocious, extremely distorted.
The more severe the burn.
Xieba's hand became even stronger.
The profound force in Ye Qingluo's body, which was aggravated by the strength and also suppressed, kept surging and expanding, trying to find an outlet to vent...
What exactly does Xieba want to do? !
Isn't he worried that his hand will be directly crippled by profound strength
Are you not afraid of...
Keep holding back like this.
He will also be backlashed by this profound force
Just when Ye Qingluo was guessing the evil tyrant's purpose.
In the ears, Yan Xiaoyi and others exclaimed: "Qing Luo! Be careful behind you!"
Ye Qingluo's eyes flashed.
Almost subconsciously, the footsteps moved.
However, the hand clasped around her wrist firmly held her down.
Not only that.
Xieba also grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him violently.
The footwork that Ye Qingluo was about to perform was interrupted, and she staggered forward one by one.
"boom!"
A palm landed firmly on her back.
Ye Qingluo only felt a sharp pain relief, as if her limbs were about to be torn apart.
The internal organs are entangled with colic.
It seemed that Yan Xiaoyi and the others were calling anxiously in their ears.
But her consciousness was somewhat blurred.
She took a deep breath, bit her lower lip tightly, and the fishy-sweet taste diffused in her mouth.
The stinging pain also made her eyes gradually clear up.
She clearly sees...
Behind him, there was an extremely funny and terrifying face, and those eyes full of murderous intent.
It's Leng Yan...
The evil tyrant has been restraining her.
Just to create a chance for Leng Yan to kill her!
Ye Qingluo's breath condensed.
The severe pain in the internal organs was once again twisted and twisted.
She frowned in pain.
In the ear, Leng Yan's cold voice sounded: "What? You can't bear it?"
"This girl is too perverted. I don't have the confidence to control her." Xie Ba lowered his head, staring at his bloody hand from holding Ye Qingluo, "This girl's ability to repair is too strong. If you can’t kill her, it’s troublesome to keep her.”
The killing intent surged in Leng Yan's eyes: "Then... I'll kill her, don't feel bad."
Although he is the word of inquiry.
But, while speaking, he waved his palm again, and pressed it down on Ye Qingluo's Tianling Gai...
This palm was fierce, carrying endless killing intent.
A little girl from the lower realm kicked and ruined her own face.
This made Leng Yan, who had always claimed to be the most destructive king, almost lose face.
The only way to calm him down—
Kill Ye Qingluo, and use Ye Qingluo's blood to eliminate his anger!
Ye Qingluo could clearly feel that evil spirit full of killing intent rushed towards her like a broken bamboo.
Little by little, her slightly misty eyes became cold and severe.
That extremely pale face also seemed to be covered with a layer of frost at this moment.
"If you die, I will also drag you to be buried with me!"