Chapter 156

She stood in her eyes, looking at the smoke and the fierce fire around her, and could hardly help crying.

"Sister! Is that you? " Suddenly a voice came out, it was Yan Ping's voice.

Yan Qingyang was overjoyed. He ran to the voice and said, "it's me, it's me!"

She ran to a corner and saw Yan Pingzheng squatting there with Yan Wenshan's eyes closed.

Yan Qingyang quickly ran over, hugged Yan Wenshan, and cried: "Dad, Dad!"

"Dad's OK. He just passed out!" Yan Ping quickly said, then looked at Yan Qingyang, eyes are red, "sister, you finally come back, Dad, Dad want to die of you!"

"I know, I know!" Yan Qingyang rolled down with tears and carefully picked up Yan Wenshan.

"Ha ha ha ha ha, I'll kill you, kill you!" In the air, an arrogant voice continued to shout, and a fireball banged on the pavilion next to it.

With a bang, the debris flew everywhere, and another fire burst into the sky.

Yan Qingyang has timely sacrificed the glass umbrella to block the fire.

The friar Yuan Ying above is crazy. He must leave this place of right and wrong, thought Yan Qingyang.

With a wave of her sleeve, feiluopa swung out, instantly enlarged and floated beside her.

"Brother, help Dad up quickly!" Yan Qingyang said.

When Yan Ping saw it, a fiery light flashed in his eyes. He quickly helped Yan Wenshan up, and he also sat on it.

"Brother, you hold dad, I'll take you out!" Yan Qingyang stood up and said.

Then she stood up and pointed with her hand. Feiluopa rose in the air. She did not dare to fly too high, for fear that the friar Yuanying would find out, in case the friar wanted to kill her father and brother.

They were just about to leave when rao'er stumbled out. Her face was black, and even her arms were dripping with blood.

"Adoptive father, adoptive brother! Help me Rao'er yelled.

Yan Ping hesitated for a moment and said, "sister, that's my father's adopted daughter. Do you want to take her with you?"

"No!" Yan Qingyang clenched his teeth and replied that rao'er was just a chess piece sent by others to harm Yan Wenshan. What should she do? Besides, she had no spare power at all. Even Yan Wenshan and Yan Ping were hard to take away.

"Boom" there is a fireball flying over, at the foot, is a sad scream.

Yan Qingyang made feiluopa escape the fireball and rush out of the city.

Yan Ping didn't dare to say more, but just hugged Yan Wenshan, grabbed feiluopa, and sat on it with fear.

"Wow, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! What destiny, give me death In the air, the friar called.

Yan Qingyang's heart was shocked. Who is the destiny? It's the second time that she heard this word. Isn't that Luo Xing? According to immortal Chidan, the man of destiny is Luo Xing, but what about destiny? What's destiny?

The yuan infant friar was mad, his sleeves were waving frequently, and the fireballs were smashed down more intensively.

One of them smashed at feiluopa. Yan Qingyang dodged and was wiped to the side. Yan Ping was shocked. Yan Qingyang sacrificed a glass umbrella to cover Yan Wenshan and Yan Ping, but she was wiped to her arm.

"Hiss!" Yan Qingyang let out a cry, and her arms were burning with blood, but she had no time to take care of it, so she rushed to the outside of the city.

Outside the city, Shanglu's face was pale and his eyes were staring at the friar Yuan Ying in the air.

"Send a message! If you send it to the main gates, you can say that there is a monk Yuan Ying slaughtering the city in Moyang city! Let's see who's around. Come and help quickly Shanglu said fiercely.

"This..." the young man in green wiped his arm and said hesitantly, "this is a monk Yuan Ying, and only the monk Yuan Ying can deal with it, but how many monks Yuan Ying are there in the floating cloud world? And most of them are closed. Who can control them? "

Another sighed: "I finally met friar Yuan Ying, but I didn't expect that he was crazy!"

"Come on, send a message!" Said Shanglu.

Yan Qingyang stumbles. In the thick smoke, the imperial envoy flies forward with difficulty. At his feet, groups of people scream, blood and flesh fly, and the smell of burning comes out, which makes people feel nauseous.

Yan Qingyang is a little sad. I don't know if the people in the city of Moyang suffered from this misfortune because of the Yan family, but she can't help it.

Bang, another fireball hit her. Yan Qingyang lost his mind, and feiluopa was hit. With the release of his spirit, feiluopa fell down quickly. It turned out that it was the fireball that broke feiluopa.

"Sister!" Yan Ping held Yan Wenshan and cried out.

Yan Qingyang took out a ribbon, threw it, wrapped it around Yan Wenshan and Yan Ping, and stumbled down. In this way, they didn't fall so fast, and Yan Wenshan and Yan Ping didn't fall.

A thick puff of smoke came, and Yan Ping coughed. Even Yan Wenshan coughed with his eyes closed.

Yan Qingyang held back the itching in his throat, pulled up Yan Ping and said, "follow me!" She didn't want to defend the sword. On the one hand, it was difficult to take Yan Ping and Yan Wenshan who was in a coma. On the other hand, the monk Yuan Ying seemed to hit them deliberately in the air. Fortunately, they were not far away from the gate of the city, and the fire here was smaller. Three people stumble, supporting each other to the gate. Along the way a corpse, fiery, just like a purgatory, Yan Qingyang couldn't help but close his eyes. There are more corpses here than there were in the whole Yan family. There are many people holding their legs and arms, whistling with pain, and many people, like them, stumble out of the city. Yan Qingyang clenched his teeth, and together with Yan Ping, he held Yan Wenshan and rushed out. With a bang, another fireball hit the side. Yan Qingyang quickly sacrificed the glass umbrella, which was shining and covered three people. The firelight splashed around, and the edge of the fireball just touched the glass umbrella. The glass umbrella made a sharp and harsh sound. With a creak, the glass umbrella's brilliance was scattered, and it was dark. It fell down like a rag. Yan Qingyang quickly twisted himself, turned to the end of the fireball burst, blocked Yan Wenshan and Yan Ping, at the same time, caught the falling glass umbrella“ Woo Yan Qingyang snorted. Her back was burning. It turned out that the fire had burned her back. Yuan Ying's accomplishments were really extraordinary. Just a fireball destroyed the glass umbrella and hurt Yan Qingyang! Yan Qingyang raised his head and looked at the crazy monk Yuan Ying in the air. He was even more frightened“ Brother, let's go Yan Qingyang just looked at it in a hurry and said to Yan Ping in a quick voice. Yan Ping had been in a panic for a long time. At this time, he only knew that he was half holding Yan Wenshan and running towards the outside of the city. The gate of the city was full of people, screaming and shouting. There was a crowd of people, and no one could get out“ Qingyang, what should we do? " Yan Ping was even more flustered and quickly turned to ask Yan Qingyang.