Even if it is to escape from the sea, it is also a dead end.
He takes a bitter look at Ling Luoyu, but the rest of the light from the corner of his eye is gloating at Zhen Quan's misfortune. He has some pride in his heart -
old man, do you want to see his excitement?
It doesn't make any difference if it's advanced or backward!
You're going in anyway.
Die, everybody dies!
At the moment, I'll straighten my teeth, tidy up my clothes, and stride into it.
Ding Temple faces Zhen Quan side head: "you follow!"
Zhen Quan's schadenfreude froze in his face, but still holding rouge, into white light.
Ding Temple smile: "you come, or I come?"
Ling Luoyu's palms were slightly perspiring, but his voice was still light: "you come, I'll be dead!"
Maybe, next, she can see the ink Xuan dust.
Maybe it's really dangerous inside.
And Mo xuanchen came to her first, and did not know what kind of danger to encounter.
White light through her skin, gentle like the warm winter sun, very comfortable.
For a moment, she seemed to forget the danger of this place and her spirit was completely relaxed.
The mild feeling disappeared in an instant, and the gust of blood came.
Ling Luoyu's consciousness suddenly sank and opened his eyes.
In front of her, the sky was dark and low, the air was dull and dead.
What's more, it's bloodstained all over the world.
Looking around, it is a dense body of dead bodies, as if to the end of the day, no one alive.
"What's going on?"
Ling Luoyu is alert for a moment. The soul blade breaks through the air and looks around carefully.
These people died too fast!
How did they die?
Who killed them!?
At her feet, Zhen Quan's eyes were wide open, as if he was extremely unwilling to die. His hands were still fixed on the eagle's claw, as if he had killed the enemy with one move.
"Ding temple..."
The figure of Ding Temple flashed in her mind. She quickly looked around and finally saw his figure under a dead body.
He was covered with blood and scars, as if he had been through a fierce battle and died of exhaustion.