Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

The other side is the strong of the family in the ancient period, any one is actually in Wuzong, and she has never broken through, her strength has always been at the peak of Wuzong.

Looking at the murderous intentions surrounding the wrecked soul, the cloud dance knew that things could not be resolved easily.

How can they spare those who want to take the heart of the wind for a thousand years?

In that case, don't think too much. Fight!

Nangong Yi and Prayer Night have awakened, while superiors, Stuart Lan and Mumbai are still lying.

Blackflame knife, the cloud dance swept a glance of the three superior lawyers and Meng Bai still lying on the coffin board, eyes flashed, the strength of strong nourishment swept away.

“Do you want to sleep the rest of your life? ”

As the power continued to approach, several people suddenly opened their eyes, one spun and avoided a blow.

“Pfft...” The coffin plate eventually turns into debris.

“Xiao Five, the attack was too harsh. ”

“Rest in peace. ”

“Little girl, take it. ”

A fierce sound echoed from above, cloud dance eyes raised, a shadow attacked, fast.

The cloud waved the knife to the cloud, the wind swung and swayed, and the blackflame knife swung and whimpered.

The surrounding snow moved with the wind, condensed in her rapidly changing mood into a sky and ice crystal, windy and surrounded by her.

And the shadow across the street, like white snow formation, synthesized into one, hidden between, with the wind howling.

Two shadows approached each other sharply, one cold as snow, and one arrogant and weird.

And on the snow, dragons poured evil, and they started fighting.

The sword flies across, the knife shines brightly over the white snow, constantly rendering, like a bloody plum blooming in the cold winter, bright and eye-catching.

“Ah…” a painful and heartfelt howl became the sound of a pause in the fighting.

The purple shadow is steep in the middle of the sky, stands proud, and the shadow is even blurred across the street, seemingly without trace.

She won.

And no one here, except the beard herself, found out exactly how she won.

“You...” Big mustache looked at the cloud dance, his eyes were hard, and he couldn't say a word when he was stuck in his teeth. “You...”

“Don't worry, speak slowly.” The cloud dance watched the beard very patiently persuade.

The beard's face changed slightly, and the void disappeared completely into the snow.

“You are…”

The sound before the ash smoke extinguished, what the second half said, but with him the ash smoke extinguished.

As soon as the beard disappeared, the cloud dance looked in the distance and the eyes cooled.

Something like an eye is embedded on the wall of the perimeter stone hole, surrounded by a deep trap of wounds, the eye emits a crystalline glow that matches the snow light and is not easy to spot.

Intuition tells her that's the heart of the wind!

But the Wind Heart really came to her?

Purple shadows swept away like ghosts, and more fierce fights spread behind them again.

“If you move, I won't leave you!” The right-wing general roared anxiously, but it was difficult to break free from Nangong Yi's entanglement.

“That belongs to this seat!” The demon king shouted, but also couldn't escape the dragon's evil.

The cloud dancer smiled and looked at the bright thing, her eyes converging, her palms squeezed empty, the thing instantly loosened, and finally she completely controlled it.

Just as she felt something wrong in her heart, the surrounding ground burst and the snowy ground ripped apart like an earthquake was irresistible.

Your feet are empty, your body falls, for example, and the moment before you is already as dark as hell.

“Little thing! ”

“Little Five. ”

“Little dance! ”

“ …… ”

A few screams gradually went away, the worrying echoes in the gap, completely hidden in the endless darkness.

Is she dying?

Looking at the crystalline luminescence in his hand, the corners of his mouth floated with an arc, some mocking a little helpless.

Is this the heart of wind...

In the stone hole on the other side, the man watched the cloud dance fall into endless darkness, the gentle smile was a bit stiff, and the black light roamed the bottom of his eyes.

“You must not die! Can't die...”

His eyes were red as a drop of blood, almost biting his teeth and saying it word for word.

The black wind kept swinging the skirt, 3,000 blue silks were scattered, the wind whirring in the ears kept howling, tearing apart the earlobes that had just been ripped open.

Blood flowed along the wind's trajectory, the spots appeared over her, each seemingly strangely bright.

The infinite fall, she was extremely conscious, possessed of strength but unable to carry out, seemed to be trapped by something.

Looking back, where's the big space? And what is that golden rectangle that sits right in the center of space?

The line of sight kept getting closer and closer to the golden object.

It's a coffin...

“Squeak... Boom...”

A loud bang opened the coffin and the shadow suddenly disappeared into the dark.

“Squeak…” The coffin returns to its original appearance and can be heard when a needle falls off quietly throughout the space.

Endless dark cracks, approaching and finally perfectly matched.

Up and down, back in the beginning, it seemed like all that just happened, was an illusion.

Above the snow, everyone looked at the irreparable scene, suddenly, everything that happened between the blinks of an instant was too fast, and almost to the dragon's evil rescue was just one step away.

The cracks disappeared, the white snow quickly covered, all traces disappeared, everything recovered, only the cloud dance.

Only she's gone...

……

“Buckle...”

“Boom, boom...”

“Phew Phew...”

In a space of silence and darkness, sudden sounds echo, louder and louder, faster and more rhythmic, chaotic and extraordinarily grumpy to hear.

The sound was made in the golden coffin.

“Where the hell is it? ”

A slightly puzzling rush came in, replacing the sound of a fistboard collision.

In a small space, the cloud dance tray sits on its knees, on top of its head, with its buttocks sitting on the floor, its back against the wall, and its gaze is half a metre from the front.

Imagine how small a space this is.

She remembered what had happened at that moment and suddenly had a shock in her eyes. If it was good, she had fallen straight into a weird, self-opened coffin!

Here...

The cloud dancer's eyes changed and his instincts wanted to get up.

“Bang!” he touched the ground, a burst of blood rushing over her head to calm her down.

Reach out and push the lid on top, the force is not responding, the force is not responding, the force is still not responding.

She gathered her full body strength into her fist, swinging suddenly, in the coffin, the sound of the impact of the force loudly and massively bounced back, directly lifting her head, her ears buzzing directly.

But the coffin still showed no signs of opening.

Her eyes squinted, her eyes swept past, and she locked herself in?