Soul Emperor Martial God

In the lobby, there is a mess, but the mourning hall has long been protected by the rushing weather of the East.

Despite the raging storms in the distance, it could not damage the surroundings of the mourning hall within ten meters.

"Is it black again?" Dongfang Kuanglan's eyes were cold.

"Heiyan?" The expressions of the leaders of the Dongfang family who flew into the air changed.

"Quickly stop." An Eastern parent yelled violently.

"Hei Tan can't hurt our Terran warriors. The power of the storm can be broken easily."

When the voice fell, the eastern patriarch leaped into the black storm abruptly.

However, as soon as the figure approached, his face changed drastically.

Wow...

The dignified eastern elders, top 90,000 cultivation bases, have little resistance in the black storm.

The vitality of his body was almost swallowed up in one breath.

The corpse was instantly turned into powder in the storm.

"What's going on?" The strong on the scene were all shocked.

The black storm is still expanding at an alarming speed, and everything it passes by is annihilated.

In just a few interest periods, the original huge storm skyrocketed several times.

"Father." Dongfang Jinglei's face changed drastically, "If it continues like this, this blackness will expand to the point of devouring the entire Dongfang family."

boom…

Dongfang Jinglei said as he blasted out a large piece of thunder.

Thousands of thunders, amazing power.

However, Thunder fell into the black storm, but like a mud cow into the sea, everything was swallowed.

"It's so terrible." Dongfang Jinglei's face changed drastically.

Bang... bang... bang... bang... bang...

In mid-air, one by one the strong, astonishing attack streamers shot out.

For a time, thunder and lightning raged high in the sky, surrounded by fire and water, and countless methods were used.

But, without exception, they were all wiped out in the moment they touched the black storm.

"How can it be possible that so many powerful people work together to resist, but they can't hurt these blacks?" The faces of the hundred powerhouses changed drastically.

"Rewind."

The black storm continues to expand and approach.

Hundreds of powerhouses showed panic on their faces, retreating again and again, not daring to get close.

The elder of the eastern elder who hurriedly approached before came to the scene, vividly.

"Father, let's retreat first." Dongfang Jinglei yelled anxiously.

"No." Dongfang Kuanglan put out his hands together to protect the mourning hall.

Dongfang Jinglong's face was gloomy, "My son, is it possible that you can't be peaceful after you die?"

"Quickly gather the 330,000 elite of my Dongfang family, and be sure to blast out this blackness."

Outside the mourning hall, one hundred meters away.

Xiao Yi's expression changed first, and then his eyes narrowed.

"Is it the breath of Yiming?"

In the black storm, there seemed to be the breath of Xia Yiming, but it was vague and extremely weak.

Xiao Yi glanced in front of him, and allowed this black ransom to continue to raging and expand. The consequences were unpredictable.

Whoo...boom...

Xiao Yi's figure flashed, no one arrived, and a large area of ​​purple inflammation poured out.

Zi Zi Zi...

The monstrous purple inflammation collided with the black storm for a moment, and instantly made a sizzling sound, violently harsh, and dense.

That is the sound of each other's consumption and consumption between Hei Yan and Amethyst Spirit Flame.

However, after all, Monstrous Ziyan is even better with the support of Xiao Yi's huge strength.

The monstrous purple flames surrounded the black storm.

Ben's expanding black storm was immediately stopped.

"Amethyst Spirit Flame?"

"It's Palace Master Xiao Yi."

The one hundred strong, first surprised, then overjoyed.

"It's Zi Yan Yi Xiao, no, it should be Palace Master Xiao Yi."

"It's just a mere black pan, and Palace Master Xiao Yi can solve it easily."

"..."

The ravages of the black storm have been stopped.

Hundreds of strong, praise constantly.

The mourning hall.

Dongfang Jinglong's face was gloomy, his face was full of unwillingness, and he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "If my son is not dead, the unicorn is angry and thunderous, why not be afraid of these areas."

High in the sky.

Within the monstrous flame, Xiao Yi's figure stood in it.

He is not afraid of these black shams.

But in the black storm, that familiar figure made his pupils shrink.

The warrior outside, behind the thick and dense black, may not be able to see clearly.

But Xiao Yi was so close to the black storm, looking directly at it, but seeing it really.

That was Xia Yiming's figure.

Xia Yiming at this moment, holding a sword in one hand, floating high in the sky.

However, the face that used to be cold and arrogant is now distorted and filled with pain.

Those eyes that used to be sharp as swords seemed to be lost at this moment.

Xiao Yi could clearly perceive that Xia Yiming at this moment seemed crazy, but the aura on his body was constantly weakening.

Such a scene seemed extremely when Xia Yiming fell into a state of black snow.

However, Xia Yiming at that time was bloodthirsty and murderous in his madness, and he was obviously sane.

Now, it seems that he has been swallowed, strange and inexplicable.

"Yi Ming." Xiao Yi was startled.

The vitality in Xia Yiming's body is also fading.

Such a scene also seemed to be a day and a half ago when the Oriental Kylin broke out.

It was just that the vitality of the Oriental Kylin dissipated extremely quickly.

However, Xia Yiming was much slower at this moment.

"Damn it." Xiao Yi cursed secretly.

Bang...

A flame condensed on his body, and the amethyst spirit flame continued to compress and increase his body.

Xiao Yi's figure flashed, and he was forced into the black storm.

Along the way, the amethyst spirit flame on his body and the black sun around him offset each other.

Thanks to Xiao Yi's huge vitality, he was not afraid of such a consumption.

There was almost no obstacle, Xiao Yi instantly came to Xia Yiming's side.

"Yi Ming." Xiao Yi let out a low voice.

Xia Yiming closed her eyes tightly and did not answer.

Xiao Yi's gaze fell on the sword in Xia Yiming's hand.

Xiao Yi squinted his eyes and snatched it.

If the source of Hei Tan's explosion was this fierce sword, Xiao Yi had grasped it, and if Hei Tan broke out on him, he could absorb it with the Ice Luan Sword in his body, and was not afraid of it.

"Let go." Xiao Yi grabbed the sword, but couldn't force Xia Yiming to hold the sword.

"It's no wonder that the level of the demon is so strong." Xiao Yi felt it for a moment, and suddenly.

At this moment, Xia Yiming's strength level has reached the level of an ordinary demon sovereign.

"Let go." Xiao Yi's arm shook, and an ice pattern opened.

With a palm, he easily grabbed the fierce sword from Xia Yiming's hand.

"Uh, puff." Xia Yiming broke away from the sword in his hand and spewed out a violent mouthful of blood. Then he was weak in breath and unstable.

Xiao Yi's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he held on.

The surrounding black cataclysm is still raging.

Xiao Yi held the sword in one hand, "disperse."

The voice fell, the sword trembling.

Wow... the huge black air storm disappeared silently and strangely, and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this, Xiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief and dissipated the surrounding flames.

"Heiyan has been resolved."

"The black air storm is gone."

"As expected of the Lord Xiao Yi, he managed to solve the crisis in the blink of an eye."

Countless strong players in the end, nodded again and again.

Swish...High in the sky, Xiao Yi assisted Xia Yiming, and fell down.

"Yi Ming." Xiao Yi called out.

Xia Yiming's eyes were blurred, her breath was like gossip, "Palace Master, Yiming is useless..."

Xiao Yi frowned, put one hand on Xia Yiming's wrist, and inspected the injuries.

At this moment, there was a cold drink in the mourning hall.

"Manipulate Heiyan?" Dongfang Jinglong's eyes were cracking.

Dongfang Zhisheng sounded like a frost, spreading around him, "Manipulate the black thief? Xiao Yi, the villain, this time he has been stolen and received, I see how you still deny it."

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Fourth more. (burst)

Update today, over.

Xiao Ba is going to bed. When he goes to sleep, it may be dark and dark. I don't know when to wake up tonight.

Therefore, today’s update is better.

Today everyone doesn't have to stay up late and wait for more.