Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 1221 Encirclement and suppression!

The ink robe was rolled up, and the light flashed like a sharp sword, and Lou Junyan's slender figure soon appeared beside Ling Wushuang.

"Kings."

Ye Xingtian and Ye Rong nodded a little.

"Hmm." Lou Junyan's expression was light.

"Come on, let's go over there. The holy lady just sent the sound transmission, and everything should be ready." Ling Wushuang naturally held Lou Junyan's hand, and the two walked out side by side. Ye Xingtian and Ye Rong quickly followed superior.

Ling Wushuang thought of something just after walking a few steps, turned his head and glanced at the little one who was full of food and drink, and was still basking in the sun and napping, and fed him, "Grazi, let's go."

With Ling Wushuang's call, Ye Xingtian staggered suddenly.

Without a moment's pause, several rays of light rose into the sky one after another, the green leaves on the head of the little guy standing on the plate stood up abruptly, and he turned around with a grunt. At this time, there was no one in front of him, and the little guy panicked.

I saw a fruit-shaped thing bouncing on the cliff for a few times, then quickly rushed into the sky, looking for the breath to chase after it.

The Nanyu army is ready to go.

The endless sea is full of wind and waves!
The Eastern Wilderness, that barbaric land, was shrouded in dark clouds at this time, and the heavy atmosphere made people feel depressing. I don't know when, the breath of this land has quietly reversed.

It is still the same world, with barren mountains and dense forests criss-crossing.

After the destruction of the Bright Holy Soul Hall in Donghuang, the scene that was thought to be chaotic has miraculously calmed down. The people and horses of all parties stood still and tried to recuperate, but the atmosphere did not seem to be truly quiet, but It makes people feel the dead silence that is about to come.

Especially after the battle in the Southern Territory, the world gradually became aware of the existence of powerful forces such as the Demon Race, and all actions became more cautious, for fear that one mistake would lead to the same end for the Holy Soul Hall.

The broken walls of the Holy Soul Hall are densely covered with poisonous insects, snakes, ants and mice are flying around, the prosperity of the past is replaced by barrenness and dilapidation, and there are ups and downs. In less than a year, it seems like a world away.

I don't know when it started, the sky in this area is always foggy, and the Death Valley area has quietly become more and more strange and unpredictable, making the mysterious masters on the land of the Eastern Wasteland timid and daunting.

"It really is different." The woman's clear voice came from the darkness.

The moonlight is hazy, the light and shadow are mottled and whirling, and the woman in black dress is slowly stepping out from the shadow of the giant tree. Her cold face is like the moon in the clouds. She stands on the edge of the cliff here against the wind, "It is very different from the previous change big."

The corners of the mouth have a seemingly inconspicuous curvature, which is the frivolous elegance unique to Ling Wushuang. It has been a day since she arrived outside the Death Valley of the Eastern Wasteland.

"The breath has indeed changed." Lou Junyan did not know when he appeared beside her, put his hands in the long sleeves of the ink coat, and stood there calmly, "Even if Shengqin is not here, he will definitely appear here Pass."

Ling Wushuang stroked his chin and nodded silently. When they first left, this Death Valley was completely in a half-disabled state. In less than a year, it has become so strange again. There must be a big clue.

"Your Majesty, my subordinates found out the presence and disappearance of the Holy Infant ten days ago, so it is likely that he has not left."

The old man standing behind Lou Junyan was dressed like a Taoist. He looked old, but he was full of energy. He was the protoss witch Lao Ye Qingfeng that Ye Xingtian had mentioned before.

Lou Junyan murmured silently, his eyes stared at the movement in the distance below, his thin lips stretched into a straight line, and after a short moment of silence, he asked, "How is the situation of Jianjian City and Liuyunzong?"

"Report to Your Majesty." Yunchen stepped forward, "Based on the time of Mr. Qianze's summons, the subordinates will arrive within a day at most. The Liuyun Sect may be a little later, but they have already left."

"Just to be on the safe side, let's wait a little longer." Nanyu Shengmao looked serious and exchanged glances with Daohe beside her.

This group of Nanyu's elite disciples almost dispatched most of them, but Yun Muchen did not come in person, but stayed at Nanyu just in case, after all, it was the important place where the sky slit was located, and there was no room for sloppiness.

Around, deathly silence.

It was night, only the shadows of the trees were swaying, accompanied by the sound of the cold wind whistling, rolling the dark clouds and waves in the sky, and the ink tide rolling.

Ling Wushuang's red lips hooked slightly, and she nodded between her chins. She raised her eyes and glanced at the full moon hidden in the dark clouds above her head, then hummed and sneered, "It's almost the same."

Lou Junyan and Ling Wushuang stood side by side at the forefront, and they looked at each other sideways. Their figures gradually rose into the air at the same time. In the blink of an eye, thousands of troops and horses behind them appeared, and their sharp swords were unsheathed. Occupy the sky.

On the ground below, there was a sudden movement of breath, like a prostrate monster shaking unconsciously.

Ling Wushuang turned his eyes to look at another piece of Hengduan Mountain Range. At that position, a row of giant thunder cannons lined up, and the black and deep caves were aimed at the land of Death Valley in front of them, like a series of thunder cannons in the darkness. The eyes of the opened giant beast gave off a dangerous aura, making people horrified.

The sword slave stood at the front and waited for orders. He was dressed in night clothes, like a sharp black sword, stabbing straight at the position in front of the cliff.

Daohe stared slightly in surprise, his lips parted slightly, "So many."

This Meteorite Cannon Dao and he has one treasured in his hand, so he knows the power of this thing the most. At this time, he has to be surprised that Ling Wushuang has made such sufficient preparations.

"Holy Qin." Lou Junyan's thin lips hooked lightly, and the magnetic hoarse voice spit out two words unhurriedly, slowly and powerfully, vibrating between the sky and the earth and under the moonlight for a long time.

"boom."

The red lips parted slightly, and he gave an order.

At the same time, Ling Wushuang raised his hand to summon the ice scepter, his five fingers tightened suddenly, and he stomped in the air, accompanied by the spread of the wind arc, and there was a sudden sound, "Blow me out of this bunch of bugs, rats and ants."

The loud and clear words resounded through the world.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As soon as Ling Wushuang finished his sentence, hundreds of meteor thunder cannons shook the hills here to make a loud noise, and the large diameter of the dark basin suddenly released black light, and huge energy blasted out one after another from the electric light and flint.

The mountains trembled and the boulder pierced through the sky.

The silence of the moonlight exploded, and thousands of feet of dust was lifted, like a surging tide, billowing across the sky.

The Meteorite Cannon kept bombarding away, and the power released in vain was really frightening. However, what made people feel a little different was that the outer circle of Death Valley was almost blasted into dust, and the middle part seemed to be untouched. Without being overly shaken, the power seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier.

(End of this chapter)