A ray of soul, like a cocoon and a strip of silk, was released from Nian Xiaoxie's body and swallowed by the king of Sen Luo Gui Guo.
The situation reversed abruptly.
At the moment when Nian Xiaoxie died, everyone in the living room was dead.
The main face of Vientiane City was gray, and when he wanted to stop it, Nian Xiaoxie was already too dead to die.
how come?
The magical power of Sen Luo Mu Teng was obviously suppressed by Luo Shu Shan He Tu. It stands to reason that Sen Luo Gui Guo should be in a sleep stage. How could it explode for no reason, cruelly swallowing the soul of Nian Xiao Xie.
If this is seriously injured, it is still healed, but the soul is swallowed, how to save it?
Things exceeded the expectations of the Vientiane City Lord, and this competition could not be carried on.
After his consciousness moved, he wanted to take back Luoshu's pictures of mountains and rivers, and released Lingyue first.
Anyway, in the painting, Sen Luo Muteng was shocked again, and a shock wave was transmitted from the painting.
All of a sudden, there was a buzzing sound throughout the welcome hall. Potted tables and chairs smashed to the ground, like Tang Tianqi's weaker ones, but they were caught by someone before they fell to the ground.
"What's the matter with the city master?"
Bo Qing and others also recovered, and regardless of the identity of the lord of Vientiane, they questioned.
"This ... the old man is also inexhaustible, it seems that there are some situations in Luoshu Mountain and River."
The Lord of Vientiane is also depressed.
On the side, Xi Jiuye looked dark and stared at the painting.
Because of the sudden riot of Sen Luo Guiguo, the presence became Xi Jiuye, and no one knew better than him.
On the night of Xi Jiuye, in order to save Ye Lingyue, he used a part of his divine power.
That divine power broke a small part of the seal on the Luoshu Mountain and River, and this made the strength of Sen Luo Guiguo suddenly burst out.
"Can everything be explained in one sentence? Let her out!"
Bo Qing anger shouted, his eyes were covered with blood, if Tang Tiansong beside him stopped him, Bo Qing had already rushed forward and desperately with the master of Vientiane City.
"The old man wanted to let it go, but you can see the situation now. Luo Shushan and Hetu don't listen to control at all. Captain Ye wants to come out only with her own strength."
The Lord of Vientiane has no good airway.
"Captain Ye, you may have heard the old man's words?"
The voice of the master of Vientiane City, through the Luoshu mountain and river map, passed into the painting.
"City Lord, I have heard all of your words. Bo Qing, Brother Tang, you must not be rude to the Town Lord. After I get the cane, I will go out of my way."
Ye Lingyue also noticed that it was just before the Senlu Guiguo King killed Nian Xiaoxie, and the Senlu Guiguo King's momentum was obviously strengthened.
The firmness revealed in Ye Lingyue's words made Bo Qing and Tang Tiansong's emotions slightly slower.
But the two thought again, not right, it was this time, Ye Lingyue was still thinking about taking the rattan.
Does this mean that the contest will continue?
Her voice fell flat, and she swooped.
Everyone is guessing what he and she are going to do.
I saw her fingers together, and the jade hands were already launched, and I saw a ball of red, which fell into Ye Lingyue's hands in a flash.
When he saw what Ye Lingyue had in his hand, Tang Tianqi exclaimed.
It turned out that just after the soul of Nian Xiaoxie was swallowed by the King of Serenade Ghost Fruit, his natal scorpion fire immediately returned to the form of fire and fell to the ground.
Ye Lingyue's goal is that red scorpion fire.
Red Scorpion Fire, earlier Tang Tianqi felt very terrified even touching, Ye Yeyue was actually caught in the hand by Ye Lingyue.
Actually, to catch the fate of the fate, this woman is too courageous.
Everyone gasped.
Hong Mingyue watched in secret, revealing some hope.
When he thought of himself earlier, Ye Lingyue was so injured that he couldn't even protect his flesh, and Hong Mingyue had a sick desire in his heart.
It's better to let the red scorpion burn the woman to death, so that it's best to not be a man.
But Hong Mingyue's breath suddenly suffocated.
what!
Ye Lingyue's hand was not burnt into coke. On the contrary, when she caught the red scorpion, her fingers showed no signs of burns.
A closer look, Ye Lingyue's palm, a ball of gray fire beating.
It turned out that she used her own natal fire to wrap the red scorpion fire. In this way, the red scorpion fire could not hurt her.
Cut, the most inferior white fire, actually wanted to fight the mutated red scorpion fire, this woman is not only stupid, but also not self-control.
Tang Tianqi and Jin Sanshao's group were all happily waiting for Ye Lingyue to eat their own fruits.
Bo Qing and Tang Tiansong held their breath nervously.
And Xi Jiuye gazed at Ye Lingyue's hand, as if he saw something through Ye Lingyue's hand.
Absorbed the mutant fire of the monster soul.
It's really good.
In Ye Lingyue's hands, holding the red scorpion fire like a hot potato, the gleaming eager light flashed in the eyes.
A rare fire that she could see was rare.
Behind the ears, you can hear the sound of Kara Kara.
That's Sen Luomu vine gnawing at Xiaoxie's body.
The last name, your fire, I fancy it.
As early as when the red scorpion fire came out of the Nian Xiaoxie sacrifice, Ye Lingyue became interested in the red scorpion fire.
She got the method of devouring a hundred fires from the dragon family.
But in Qingzhou mainland, the hundred fires were too scarce. She sporadically, just swallowed four different fires such as the ming fire, the glazed ghost fire, and the colorful fire spirit, plus her own gray fire. Many.
The red scorpion fire that reads Xiaoxie is not a natural fire, but it is a mutated fire that barely falls into Ye Lingyue's eyes.
So, at the first sight, Ye Lingyue was already thinking about it.
It was her plan in advance to challenge Nian Xiaoxie to introduce him into the painting array alone and capture the strange fire.
It's just different from Ye Lingyue's expectation. She didn't expect that reading Xiaoxie was so bad, she couldn't carry it a few times, and she was given seconds by Sen Luo Guiteng.
Huh ~ But this is also good, so many people have witnessed it, Nian Xiaoxie died of Sen Luo Muteng.
She just took his golden fate to his own destiny.
On the palm, the red scorpion fire seemed to perceive Ye Lingyue's intention.
The dignity of being a different fire made it unwilling to be fused by the inferior white fire of every area.
In the heart of flames, the brutal flame scorpion kept resisting.
The dark and powerful scorpion tail, with flames, hit the gray fire fiercely.
But the seemingly weak gray fire, but this time it seems particularly tenacious.
The tongue of fire kept vomiting.
Suddenly, a glazed fire appeared in the dark blue of the gray flame.
Then, purple light faintly appeared in the flame.
Gray fire, every time a color changes, people watching outside Luoshu Mountain River painting can't help but jump.
Ye Lingyue's group of inferior fires appeared several colors at once!
This fire will change color!