Cloud painting

Chapter 347 Dead Sea Battle 7
The Dead Sea, which has been quiet for a few days, is secretly surging, and the unusual breath is surging.

This unusual aura finally broke out a month later.

A force in the dark sneaked into the Black Sea quietly, and a force in the light had already attacked the Black Sea, each holding a sword.

When Feng Yunhua heard the news, she was in a deep sleep, and immediately woke up in a daze.

In the Dark Palace of the Black Sea, in Yixin's palace to the north, everyone gathered together, they had already arranged everything, and they were just waiting for those people to fall into the trap.

"They've arrived at the junction of the White Sea and the Black Sea, let's all get ready soon." After Feng Yunhua pursed her lips, everyone nodded tacitly and then dispersed.

Beilin Yixin reluctantly left Feng Yunhua's embrace, and then left without turning her head.

"My lord, are you sure you will succeed?" Bai Sun stood aside, frowning and speaking quietly.

Beilin Yixin cast a sidelong glance at Baisun, and said with a smile, "Mother planned it, and it will definitely succeed."

Bai Sun remained silent.

Speechless all the way.

Beilin Yixin sat on the special black gilt soft seat, which was extremely luxurious, and the black gauze curtain blocked Beilin Yixin's small body.

That softly and automatically whirled in the air, followed by countless people.

Swords and swords came, and the smell of blood was extremely pungent, and there was a murderous aura.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Beilin Yixin smiled, and the voice she uttered was magnetic: "You dare to go against this deity."

The man who was fighting suddenly raised his head, staring at the black car curtain with wolf-like eyes, as if he was about to poke a hole, and no one else could get close to him.

If Feng Yunhua was here, he would definitely recognize this person as Cheng Hai's No. 2: Huoliao.

Huoliao laughed bloodthirstyly: "Reaper, hand over your soul."

Beilin Yixin didn't speak anymore, with that small body and chubby face, she was simply a super cute lady.

Huoliao grabbed the whip that was burning with a layer of fire in his hand, his eyes became colder and colder. "Hand over your soul!"

As soon as Huoliao said the words, the black car curtain flew back and forth at lightning speed.

Huoliao did not doubt that he was there, and quickly chased after him.

The army of the Black Sea fought with another group of people.

Xilin and Yunchen appeared from nowhere, and immediately started fighting with a man and a woman respectively.

At the critical moment, Yun Chen and Xi Lin looked at each other and led the two leaders of the man and woman away respectively.

After a while, Lan Jin and Mi Lan surrounded each other from both sides and quickly killed the enemy's little leader.

It all went on so closely that it went largely unnoticed.

After the task was successfully completed, Lan Jin and Mi Lan withdrew from the battlefield.

Here, the sedan chair facing Yixin to the north led Huoliao to the southernmost direction of the Black Sea.

Huoliao's eyes are close to madness, at this moment he only has one thought, and that is to capture the soul of the god of death and return to the mainland!
The corner of Beilin Yixin's mouth twitched into an ambiguous smile, and suddenly, the car curtain turned, and the direction quickly changed!
Before Huoliao could react, Feng Yun, who suddenly appeared behind him, drew a big palm with white magic power, and pushed Huoliao down!
With a sound of "Portuguese tart", Huoliao fell into the big pit, the mechanism was activated, and the cage of silver pillars quickly surrounded the pit.

Huoliao looked up with bloodthirsty wolf eyes, where Feng Yunhua hugged Beilin Yixin, Lan Jin and Mi Lan, Yun Chen, Liu Yu and Xi Lin surrounded the pit.

Huoliao sneered and said, "Oh, I haven't seen you for many months, Miss Feng is still amazing, I never thought you were the mother of Death." His eyes were extremely dark.

(End of this chapter)