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"He who knows the current affairs is a hero. Master Yaotian is more powerful than a virtuous gentleman."

Ling Qian held his arms to his chest, slightly tilted the corner of his mouth, and said: "Xiaoshui, hand over the body of Xianjun. In our friendship, I'll spare your life."

"Dream! I've put my master's body in a safe place. You'll never find it. "

Under the roar of the dragon, the whole body exudes the extreme power of yin and Yang.

At this moment, heaven and earth roared, and all around the lake was covered by the terrible cold and heat.

The monks in Hunyuan realm and Zaohua realm were just overwhelmed by this momentum.

There are even many monks in Hunyuan realm who die directly.

"If you are stubborn, I'll take you on the road."

Ling Qian's face was gloomy, and he yelled: "form a battle!"

Four monks of shengwangjing stood in four directions to form an array of eyes. The rest of the monks stood around the lake and worked out an array together. A huge dragon was trapped in an amazing cage.

The aura between heaven and earth is drained at this moment.

The moment he lost his aura, the momentum of the Dragon suddenly turned into nothingness.

"Xiaoshui, don't struggle any more. Is it worth it for a dead man? Finally, I'll give you another chance... " Ling Qian cold way, eyes with murderous.

Before he finished, he was interrupted by the dragon, "ha ha You'd better kill me. Without my master, I would have died long ago. Xiaoshui will never forget his kindness. You will never find his body. "

With that, the scales on the dragon's body suddenly disintegrated, and his body inflated like a balloon, bursting into a destructive momentum.

"No! It's going to explode itself. Get out of here

Ling Qian gave a loud drink, and then quickly stepped back. So did the other holy kings.

"Boom..."

There was a huge sound like the breaking of heaven and earth from the Bibo lake, echoing in the whole Beiluo wasteland. The heaven and earth turned pale, as if black ink had been sprinkled. There was no day in the dark, and the strong wind was everywhere, as if the end had come.

Ling Qian and other four holy kings were seriously injured in varying degrees and vomited blood, but they finally escaped. Their faces were very ugly at the moment.

The monks of Hunyuan realm, Zaohua realm and annihilation realm who came together were smashed to pieces and destroyed by the destruction.

Moreover, Feng Xianjun's body has not been found, which is a heavy loss, but nothing.

Mu Yu and Xia Qingxue go through the secret road at the bottom of the lake and come to the wasteland tens of thousands of feet away.

When they heard the explosion, they all turned their heads.

From afar, the blue wave lake, tens of thousands of feet away, is covered with dust and ruins.

"It's gone..." Mu Yu said faintly, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"How do you know?" Xia Qingxue wondered how he knew what happened tens of thousands of feet away?

Mu Yu stretched out his hand, and a red flame of extreme heat appeared between his hands. It was the Yao sun flame that just integrated with him.

However, the flame body of the Yao sun flame was a little dim, and the sparks floated in the air, as if they were weeping.

At this time, Mu Yu is already the master of the flame, and he feels a touch of sadness in the flame.

Summer snow also immediately released a dry blue ice flame.

At the moment, the dry blue ice flame is also like the flame of the sun, trembling all over and weeping.