Wu Po Jiuxiao

One thousand, 430 and six chapters! !

Above the void!

Large black clouds are constantly gathering on it!

Thunder and lightning wanton!

It was just a blink of an eye, but it seemed like a thousand years in the blink of an eye, and then the rain began to fall!

The rainwater seemed to flow down like the corpse water of the dead corpse that existed for thousands of years.

It's not rain at all, it's an evil waterfall!

demon!

This was the only term that flashed in Ye Fantian's mind after seeing the ancient building in front of him.

Under the scouring of the rain, this ancient building not only does not have an ancient sacred aura, on the contrary, it only has an aura of evil to the extreme.

evil!gloomy!cold!biting!

Many feelings merged together, even the innate demon fetus who is fearless like the Bull Demon King couldn't help shivering, and whispered in his mouth:

"What the hell is this?"

The voice was very small, as if he was afraid that there would be ghosts haunting this strange city.

Ye Fantian couldn't help smiling when he saw this girl's wretched and timid appearance, expressing his happiness at the change in this girl's expression.

"I said... let's get out of here quickly..."

The Bull Demon King couldn't help staring at Ye Fantian and said with a shivering mouth.

"Wait..."

Ye Fantian frowned and said.

His eyes of fate were released slowly, and he kept observing everything around him, but after watching for a long time, he couldn't see through any changes in this strange city.

Those bones entered one after another.

It seemed to be a glutton that could never get enough to eat.

At this time, there are not a few strong people gathered here.

These people are either dressed in divine robes or armor...

No matter who it is, they are all extremely talented or unrivaled powerhouses.

Wonderful laws and ancient aura exude from the whole body.

The powerful posture evolved vividly.

Such a powerful breath made Ye Fantian frowned again.

Among these figures, he did not see any familiar figures.

"Dou Zhan Mo Buddha and Ye Shitian didn't appear here?"

At this moment, a familiar breath appeared in Ye Fantian's sight.

This is the breath of two figures.

One of them was dressed in armor and stood beside a mighty man, and the other was also standing among them, holding an ancient heavy hammer.

On one side of them is an ancient power, surrounded by hundreds of powerful men.

Everyone has the aura of Mahayana, who is extremely powerful, and can even reach the second level of the Mahayana Immortal Realm, which can already be compared to the tyrannical young strongman of the royal family.

Ye Fantian's mysterious soul carefully looked at the group of people, especially the powerful man, who was full of luck. Although he looked extremely thin, and even had the aura of dying years, no matter how he looked at it, he could not see it. Not a good friend.

There was a trace of long hair on the opponent's head, although it was almost withered, but the ancient breath made it look even more terrifying.

A pair of eyes, like the sun and the moon in the sky, shone with blurred brilliance, seemingly cloudy, but actually carried an extraordinary aura, as if the bright moon was in the sky, and the scorching sun was burning the sky.

It is rare for someone around to dare to stand a thousand meters beside this person. Obviously, everyone is quite afraid of this person.