Zhao Mengdie turned abruptly, and gently sat cross-legged on a piece of dry and cracked gray rock, with the banjo in her arms coiled on her legs.
Afterwards, Zhao Mengdie gently untied a cyan ribbon on the horse's tail, and her hair was dancing in the wind like a waterfall.
Seeing the figure of the girl sitting quietly, Jiang Hao and others were slightly sour in their hearts, clenching their fists.
"Let's go!"
Chu Lin gave the girl a complicated look, but he didn't say a word. He turned to flee away. Behind him, Jiang Hao and others' eyes changed. The most serious thing was to gritted their teeth and immediately swept away. Out.
"Chu Lin, must bring the Skyrim Star Seed back to Tian Wuzong..."
Feeling the sound of the wind behind him, Zhao Mengdie lightly pressed his hands on the banjo, and a pair of watery eyes flashed lightly and whispered softly in his mouth.
The young girl's green onion fingers, like a jade stone, gently placed her on the banjo, her eyes staring into the distance, where there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air, quickly coming here.
唰唰唰—
The sound of breaking through the sky quickly tore through the tranquility in this forest, and the silhouettes fell quickly, and when they were some distance away from the top of the hill, they gradually stopped.
"Hehe, today's Tian Wuzong disciple, really is getting more and more arrogant!"
Wang Qi walked out of the crowd gently, staring coldly at Zhao Mengdie sitting alone on the top of the hill, couldn't help but sneered, then slowly shook his head.
"I, Wang Qi, never knew how to pity and cherish jade. You are acting like this, but you are just a meat bun and a dog!"
"Hahaha, this chick looks pretty good, we might as well take it back for the brothers to enjoy!" Jie Jie, a strong man from the Shadow Magic Club, gave a weird smile, his eyes aggressively turning on Zhao Mengdie's body Look up.
People kept chasing from the air, and when they heard this, they laughed loudly, and the laughter was full of evil desires.
However, to the disappointment of everyone in the Shadow Demon Society, after Wang Qi gave Zhao Mengdie a cold look, he said softly, "Leng Ying, you stay and kill her. All the rest, follow me. Skyline Star Seed! That kind of seed is definitely not with her!"
As soon as Wang Qi's command was delivered, the girl in the white dress on the top of the hill made a cold voice, her fingers waved gently on the banjo, her eyes flashing red light.
"You have come to look down on yourself. If you want to catch up with them, you have to pass my level first!"
After the voice fell, Zhao Mengdie's pretty face was covered with frost, and a terrifying genetic energy fluctuation burst out from her body. The degree of that fluctuation was almost close to the eighth calamity of Returning Profound Realm.
"Just this ability?"
Wang Qi sneered and took a puck.
Zhao Mengdie’s eyes were drooping, and she ignored the other party. She slowly moved her fingers on the banjo, and then the speed became faster and faster. The fingers were like dancing on the strings. There was a change that made people unable to see clearly. The fingertip was scratched, and then, the whole green banjo was a blood-red light and shadow.
As the Wuxian Qin was dyed red with blood, the blood and light on the piano flowed, and a strange energy suddenly shot out at this moment.
"Immediately kill, this chick has a problem!"
Wang Qi's eyes tightened, and a strange anxiety came to his mind, and he suddenly shouted coldly.
Huh—
As soon as his voice roared, Leng Ying quickly swept out, pinching his palm, and the surging gene energy blasted out.
"The sound of the devil's grave!"
Zhao Mengdie's eyes lifted lightly, looking lightly at the rapidly shooting Leng Ying, a very strange tone came from his mouth gently.
There was a crippling voice, and her slender fingers were lightly touching the strings.
Hum—
The heaven and the earth were dead, and then a beam of blood-colored light shot straight forward, hitting the cold eagle that was swiftly swept by.
boom-
A loud noise rose in the air, and the Leng Ying who had returned to the eighth calamity of the Profound Realm was actually blasted out under the horrified eyes of everyone!
"What magical power is this!"
Leng Ying managed to maintain his figure, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes were full of horror. When she collided with the blood-colored beam of light just now, he felt that terrifying magical power, and even his own attack power was shocked back.
"The sound of the devil's grave!"
Wang Qi's eyes suddenly became cold and severe, staring coldly at the white shadow on the top of the hill, his voice was cold.
"You actually learned the Desolate Tomb Demon Voice in the Tianwu Zong Martial Arts Palace, the legendary power is second only to the Four Gods Jue!"
Zhao Mengdie lightly lifted her head, pursed her mouth lightly, and smiled softly: "Mr. Wang Qi is indeed the captain of the Lost Demon Realm guard. He is so familiar with the martial arts of our Tianwu Sect!"
"Little girl, don't scream in front of me. Although Qizhong Moyin is powerful, it's not enough to rely on you alone!" Wang Qi said coldly.
"Everyone speaks out together, I want to know how this little girl can block us!"
Wang Qi shouted, rushed out first, and returned to the Profound Realm with the powerful offensive of the Ninth Calamity, causing the entire hill to tremble slightly.
Zhao Mengdie looked at Wang Qi who was the first to attack, his eyes were also very solemn, and he took a deep breath, and his white teeth bit her cherry lip lightly, and a little blood leaked under the white teeth.
"The sound of the devilish grave, panic!"
The voice was spit out softly, and the blood suddenly skyrocketed, and a black and yellow demon wind was formed beside Zhao Mengdie.
The wind was strange and ghostly, and the weird accent screamed in it. Accompanied by the screaming and screaming, the demon wind like silk mist grew stronger and stronger, gradually covering everyone in it.
The demon wind enveloped the forest, and the rapid-fire Wang Qi and others' footsteps suddenly froze. There seemed to be countless ghosts and monsters on the soles of their feet and in front of them, as if they had fallen into a hell. In the void, the breath of ghosts became stronger and stronger.
Huhu—
These ghosts have strange shapes, and they slowly crawl out under the horrified eyes of people.
"The Devil Voice of Miscellaneous Tomb, really powerful!"
Looking at the tyrannical ghost in front of him, Wang Qi's eyes shrank suddenly, and then he looked at the top of the hill where a red blood line slid down from the corner of his mouth for the girl who was sitting quietly.
唰唰—
In the air, everyone's figures soared, almost all of them sternly cheeks, silent, and the atmosphere was stiff and suffocated. These people were really Chu Lin and Jiang Hao who were separated from Zhao Mengdie.
Huh—
The last figure stopped abruptly, and the other people immediately noticed, and gradually stopped, looking at Jiang Hao, who was already standing ten meters away behind him.
"We can't leave Zhao Mengdie!" Jiang Hao clenched his fists, his voice also hoarse.
Lin Yuan and Qin Huan fell silent immediately, their eyes filled with pain.
"Then what do you want to do?" Chu Lin looked at Jiang Hao and said lightly.
"She's a little girl, how can we throw her there! She can't be Wang Qiji's poisonous hand, how can we explain to the brothers in the Martial Arts Palace after we returned to Tian Wuzong!"
Jiang Hao snarled angrily at Chu Lin.