sun devour

Chapter 284

"Wow!"

Wraiths dragged their invisible bodies, their green pupils lit up, and wreaked havoc among the crowd with grinning grinning.

"Crack!"

A series of invisible soul bodies proposed for it, and the resentful spirits are enjoying this rich soul feast.

"Chichi!"

Wen Yu dragged her long tail and fell into this chaotic scene. The screams of humans and the weeping of wraiths rang out together.

Li Tianlong pulled Yu Xiaofeng back in a hurry, sprinkled pieces of jade along the way.

Juefeng's disciples were too busy to take care of themselves. There were too many vengeful spirits. The gate seemed to be the lair of vengeful spirits, and endless vengeful spirits overflowed from the gate.

Just like Senluo Hell, the number of elites in these holy places decreased rapidly, corpses fell down one after another with fear, but there was no slight damage on the surface.

"Uncle Li, I have no tattoos!"

Turning over his palm, but no jade came out, Yu Xiaofeng's expression turned ugly, and he cried in a trembling voice.

"Not good! Go back!"

Li Tianlong checked the ring and found that there were not many left. With a light drink, he pulled Yu Xiaofeng and swept towards one direction.

"Wow!"

Three or four vengeful spirits jumped up one after another, drifting around, and chased after them.

With the speed of Yu Xiaofeng and Yu Xiaofeng, naturally they couldn't compare with Wraith, and the distance between them was also drawn very close.

"Wow!"

A resentful spirit jumped up fiercely, and rushed towards Li Tianlong fiercely.

"boom!"

There was an explosion, and in the flames, the wraith howled mournfully and retreated quickly.

The sudden sound made Yu Xiaofeng and the two of them look up, and saw a pair of young men and women appearing in front of them from a distance, one step at a time.

"Brother! Sister Ziyan!" Yu Xiaofeng exclaimed in surprise.

It was Yu Xiaojie and Yi Ziyan who came.

The gray pupil pierced through everything, and Xiaojie at the door saw the situation here, so he hurried over.

"Yeah." Seeing Yu Xiaofeng in a mess, Yu Xiaojie couldn't stop laughing.

The boy who is not afraid of the ground this day has finally suffered.

On the other hand, Li Tianlong's pupils were slightly convex.

This girl seems to be stepping over?Could it be that
"Hehe, no, I just learned some tricks."

Yu Xiaojie naturally saw the doubt in Li Tianlong's eyes, and explained.

Regarding his explanation, Li Tianlong rolled his eyes straight, dammit, who can master this at the Zong level, the speed of the Venerable?

"Brother, I knew you would come!"

Yu Xiaofeng was still excited. He had no fear at this time, but was a little eager to try.

"Brother, the spiritual milk is in the hall, hurry up and get it!"

The corner of Yu Xiaojie's mouth twitched, but he didn't respond.

On the other hand, Li Tianlong was instantly petrified.

Did this bitch think that the spiritual milk was just sitting there waiting to be taken?Could it be that the group of resentful spirits are nothing but air in his eyes?

"Crack!"

The fist with the gray glow directly smashed on the head of the rushing Wraith, the Wraith was instantly frozen, and with a backhand slap, the Wraith shattered like an ice cube.

This kind of action was nothing in Yi Ziyan's eyes, but Li Tianlong and Yu Xiaofeng were shocked.

Damn, what a monster!
This wraith's ordinary attack is useless, this is common sense, but it was smashed to pieces by Yu Xiaojie's punch, which is simply weird!

"Brother! You are really powerful, haha, let's go, get the spiritual milk!"

Yu Xiaofeng took two steps forward, took Yu Xiaojie's arm, and walked towards the main hall.

Li Tianlong shook his head helplessly, and followed the two of them.

Every time this boy meets him, he will be extremely shocked. Everything about him is beyond the scope of ordinary people's cognition.

But Yi Ziyan looked in another direction. She felt that the hall in front of her seemed to be just a decoration, but there was a strange fluctuation there.

"What's the matter over there?"

At this time, even the little white cat who was sleeping late in her arms narrowed its eyes, glanced at the direction Yi Ziyan was looking at, then bent down again, and arched itself in the girl's arms.

"Crack!"

One after another, the resentful spirits drank their hatred under Xiaojie's fist, and the number of spirit cores in his ring increased.

Under the violence of Gray Fist, Yu Xiaojie quickly made a way out.

The chaotic crowd naturally also discovered the vision here, and were instantly shocked. Several people even forgot to resist and were directly swallowed by the resentful spirit.

The eleven holy sons to be elected were also forced to be in a panic. Seeing this scene, they were also shocked.

But Yanxi's candidate for the Holy Son felt relieved and lowered his figure.

"Son!"

He lowered his head and respectfully called out to Xiaojie.

"En!" Yu Xiaojie nodded slightly.

"What? That man is Yanxi's holy son?!"

Everyone was shocked and glanced at each other, and they all found the surprise in each other's eyes.

Yanxi's holy son came so soon.

Moreover, seeing Yu Xiaojie's actions at this time made their hearts tremble.

Who can smash a wraith with a single fist? Who can do this?It simply overwhelms common sense.

"how can that be?!"

"Yanxi has appeared as an evildoer again!"

This is the voice of everyone.

The disciples of Yanxi Juefeng also gradually moved towards this side. With Yu Xiaojie, the violent god here, no matter how many resentful spirits came, they would be crushed with a single punch.

The gray energy that shatters everything, carries the dark energy that freezes everything, such a power, even if the Venerable is hit, it will not be uncomfortable.

"Ow"

A dragon's howl shocked the sky, and with the howling sound, a body of tens of meters long flood dragon leaped towards it from a distance.

As it got closer, people realized that there was a figure standing on the back of the flood dragon.

"Son!"

A group of people from Wanmo surrounded them.

The person on Jiaolong's back is like Mo Yan, the Son of Ten Thousand Demons!

He is only nineteen now, and his cultivation is unfathomable. Standing on the back of that dragon, the invisible coercion can make many people unable to straighten up.

He just nodded indifferently, and looked towards Yu Xiaojie. Seeing the movements of Yu Xiaojie's hands, his eyes became concentrated.

He didn't say anything, black flames suddenly appeared from his hands, and he jumped down from the dragon's back.

"Oh!"

He punched a wraith, black flames splashed everywhere, and the head of the wraith was directly blasted by him, not even the spirit core inside.

"Oh."

Yu Xiaojie let out a soft cry and looked up.

With a sweep of his divine sense, his expression became serious. He felt that there was a huge power lurking in this person, and that kind of power made his heart tremble a little.

Seeing Mo Yan's actions, Yu Xiaojie snorted coldly.

"Do you want to compare?"

After thinking about it, he raised his fist, jumped up, and smashed down with his fist, the wraith was smashed to pieces.

The Holy Sons of the two holy lands fought each other, and everyone retreated silently. They were speechless for a long time looking at the two figures roaming about in the wraith spirit.

"The characters at the Holy Child level are all monsters!"

(End of this chapter)