The God of Sky & Earth

"The demon door, hey! Nangong Han Ge and mysterious treasure chest, just these two people are enough to slam the demon door to put themselves to death!"

Gently scratched his head and shrugged his shoulders slightly. Su Yi’s eyebrows shook and whispered: "It seems that this time the head of the sky is a bit more! The holy mountain, the demon door!"

Far away, the high gate on the gate is engraved with a huge pretty demon head, and the corner is flying high.

The fierce eyes are red and bloody, just like looking down at all the people who come to the Nether City.

The entire piece of the wall is a few thousand meters long, and the wild and rough regrets are filled with clouds.

The walls are made of dark black iron, with a dull black sky above the head, and a repressed atmosphere instantly fills the hearts of everyone.

Look carefully, the hanging black iron head is huge, lifelike, like a living thing.

Just a pair of eyes full of deterrence, like the pressure of the sky, the low-armed warrior did not even dare to enter the city gate, his legs trembled.

Not to mention the savage beasts around you, it can be said that this is the most powerful hunter base, the demon rushing into the sky, running through the world.

Su Yi was in a positive look, shrugged his shoulders, his palms down, and the five fingers twitched slightly.

"Huh!"

The singularity of the squadron is running, and the whole person is refreshed, and the glory of the glory is flashed in the eyes.

“It’s like a city!”

Immediately, Su Yi’s deep gaze flashed a glimmer of light, and whispered: “Five years, there are more than two years!”

Under the call of Luo nowhere, Su Yi and the young disciples who looked around could not help but speed up their pace, and the elders of the Qianggong Palace entered the Nether City.

Because it was a special period of the Tianfeng platoon war, the gate guards did not specifically block the strangers.

When I saw the costumes of the people in the Temple of Heaven and the triangular badges worn on the chest, I knew that it was the people of the Heavenly Palace.

When the white shadows of the month passed by, the fragrance of the wind burst into the heart and spleen.

The gatekeeper did not consciously squat to Duanmuman, even if it was a touch of side, it made the guard suddenly like a sluggish.

The elegant fairy who appeared in the painting appeared in front of everyone, and Duanmu Qiaoman’s eyes were stagnation, and he did not squint and walked into the city.

Several guards with their arms began to tremble slightly, their throats tumbling, and the sound of swallowing seemed enormous at the moment.

The mouth was so big that he whispered, "Good... beautiful!"

After the end of the wood, the eyeballs still looked at the shadow of the distant flowing light, and Baba could fall off at any time, and the face still had a bit of loss.

Behind them, a group of young disciples from the Tiangong Temple looked at the guards and looked at them and smiled.

What kind of reaction can be caused by Duanmuman's gods, and everyone has already seen it.

After a pause, the young disciples stood up and confidently walked into the Nether City.

When Su Yi had not yet entered the city, the feelings of banter in the eyes had already turned out, and the vitality of the whole body was as loud as an arrow.

The whistling soul power instantly collapsed on several guards, swaying the surrounding space.

It looks like a long whip, and it is heavily hit on the guard's brim. The hat is buckled on the guard head.

Desperately, Su Yi’s eyes burst into the air, and like a killer, several guards were pulled back from the enchanting.

Several guards were incomparable, and they coughed and hurriedly hurriedly arranged the blood wolf caps on their heads. They rushed uprightly and took sharp axe in their hands. They dared not look at them again.

With a sneer, Su Yi slammed into the city gate, and the green robe flew up and swayed on the face of the city gate.

When entering the city gate, Su Yizui licked the weeds and glanced at the guards on both sides, only to see that they could not stop tremble with their legs.

"Special, the guards of the Nether City are far worse than the Zhongzhou. At this level, I still want to peek at me... Duanmuman!"

Su Yi’s heart screamed, and an inexplicable sourness rushed up. The iron soul whispered a smile: “You just said my... what?”

Pretending to be unseen, Su Yi’s face was so heavy that the wind swelled in the moment, and a hurdle rushed to the side of the Temple of Heaven.

As soon as I entered the city, the sky-ridden demon outside the city, the time disappeared, Su Yi’s eyes were heavy, and he touched his nose and said.

"There is still some doorway to this demon door. The top forces are not really talking about it. They can use the natural demon gas of Youzhou as a protective barrier! This is similar to the big array of Jiuxing Valley."

Moving forward along the street, the air is filled with the scent of Duanmuman.

The streets began to gradually open, and the tiled houses in the mountains were completely different from Yunzhou.

The city of Nether, where the sun is not seen all the year round, is dominated by black and purple, and the clouds are overhead, faintly filled with the sense of sorrow and sorrow of the black cloud.

There is less sense of indifference, but more house styles are full of primitive wildness and blood, and there is a faint natural animal smell in the air.

The scent and the carvings are constantly mobilizing the violent fanaticism of Su Yi's body, so that Su Yi's blood is rushing to the heart.

Su Yi’s heart whispered, and he wanted to play a game with great enthusiasm, break through the hustle and bustle, and greet the light!

"I seem to understand a bit, why should we put the wind and the wind in this ghost place!" Su Yi mouth squinted a smile, fingers clenched, tightly gripped, white bones.

Because of the Tianfeng qualifying war, the flow of people on the streets continued, so that the Netherland City, which was not so small, had been filled up for two days.

Perhaps because of the late arrival of the Temple of Heaven, I did not see other top Zongmen or the family of the forces along the way.

"Hey!"

When everyone in the Tiangong Palace walked into the most crowded street, all the eyes were unanimously shot in the body of Duanmu.

The moonlight dress is long and dragged on the ground, and the tight waist is all outlined by the long skirt without missing. It does not contain a little fat, and it brings endless reverie.

After careful feeling, I can feel that many male warriors on the street have exposed the fiery temper.

The female warrior is also very surprised. After the relative ratio, the eyes are full of embarrassment, and the gas is generally blindfolded by the male warrior's eyes.

"It's so beautiful! What kind of sect they are, why the girl who leads is so beautiful, like... like a fairy!"

A warrior who was covered in thin and long, continued to swallow and said.

"Looking at the costumes should be the people of the Heavenly Palace. It should be Duanmu Yuman! I heard that she is coming, I am lucky to meet today!"

"Duanmu 筱man? You mean that that one hundred years ago that was the first beauty of the day? Duanmu 筱man!" The sturdy martial artsman beside him shouted!