“No, he's running! ”

Xuan Yuan sneered, [Fancy Clock] flew out of the sleeve of Qian Kun, quickly becoming the size of the palace.

“Trying to escape? You think you can get away with this? ”

The voice just dropped, Xuan Yuan wielded a momentum and fell on the [Fancy Clock].

Time, banging bells, ringing the sky.

Before the battle, Xuan Yuan was always the first and second rows of clocks on the clock.

This time, the middle clock of the third row flew out.

With the banging of the "bang bang" clock drum, the powerful pressure that belongs to the ferry period overshadowed the clouds.

He inspired spiritual power to resist.

Suddenly, Dantian was cold, and the spiritual power in the meridian was as if it had been cut off by something, unable to function.

The clouds were freezing.

He knew that it was this physical and spiritual compatibility that was getting weaker and began to corpse.

The corpsed body is unable to absorb the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth, and cannot operate the spiritual energy of the earth.

Bang--!

At this point, Xuan Yuan waved the braiding clock and hit it directly behind the cold clouds.

He spit blood and was hit hard on the ground.

“Holy Virgin!” Xuan Yuan shouted.

Ruan no longer hesitated, his fingers fluttered on the harp, playing a wonderful song.

“Ah--! ”

Forgiveness is the pain of the world that the clouds have already tasted, and at this time it is unbearable to be tormented by the heartache of the ten thousand ants.

“Okay, great!” Xuanmenglan bites and cuts her teeth, "which is to make her painful and unwanted in order to repay my son's life! ”

The old man, hurrying with his wounds, saw the clouds rolling down on the ground, crying cold, and fell on his knees.

Climbing forward, crying and shouting: "Don't hurt Master Ji Feng, please don't hurt Master Ji Feng! ”

“Idiot! Look carefully, this is the demon who took away the young master's body! ”

The old man seemed to have returned to God only at this time, and the young man who remembered what he had missed was dead.

But as she watched the clouds of suffering freeze, she still wept.

Kneeling to Xuan Menglan, she held her leg and cried: “Madam, Master Jifeng, it's not Yun Rusheng, it's Yun Heng! I heard Young Master Ji Feng say in my ear, he thanked Yun Rusheng for his revenge... really, I heard it, I know it was Young Master Ji Feng's voice! ”

“Fuck off!!” Xuan Menglan pushes people away with one foot. "Are you a monster? I can't believe I'm trying to protect this demon! ”

“No, I'm not...”

“Shut up, if you dare say one more word, believe it or not, I will kill you!! ”

The cloud sign did not give the old man half an eye, but looked at the clouds as cold and ghostly: “This demon indeed deserves more than death, but now the bandits at the door have not bowed down, we must take the soul of this demon in order for the monk to prevail. ”

“The Heavenly Soul Extortion Curse is indeed vicious, but isn't it vicious that those who invaded my North China killed my son Jifeng? Let's use the Heavenly Spell to conquer them at the smallest price and return me to the North China for peace! ”

“Kill the devil and return me to the North! ”

“Killing the devil is not enough. We must make them suffer. There will be no more! ”

The old man listened to the people screaming like a mad demon, and then saw them curled up into a bunch, biting their teeth to death, not in the clouds of sound, and the cloudy tears rolled down.

These people say the clouds are cold and disturbing.

But who is the real cruel and vicious devil?