Chapter 552

Zhao Mengdie suddenly turns around and sits on a cracked gray rock. She holds a five stringed harp on her legs.

Later, Zhao Mengdie gently untied a blue ribbon on the horse's tail, and her hair was like a waterfall dancing in the wind.

Looking at the girl sitting quietly, Jiang Hao and others are slightly sour in their hearts and clench their fists.

"Let's go!"

Chu Lin takes a complicated look at the girl, but he doesn't say a word. He turns around and runs away to the distance. Behind him, Jiang Hao and other people's eyes change. The most serious thing is that they immediately snatch them out after biting their teeth.

"Chu Lin, we must bring the star species back to tianwuzong..."

feeling the fluttering wind behind her, Zhao Mengdie gently pressed her hands on the five stringed harp. In her pair of eyes like water, the light flickered and her mouth whispered.

The young girl's green green fingers, like gelled jade, are gently placed on the five stringed harp, and her eyes stare at the distance. Where the rapid sound of breaking the sky is quickly coming to this side.

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"Ha ha, today's tianwuzong disciples are really more and more arrogant!"

Wang Qi walked out of the crowd and coldly watched Zhao Mengdie sitting alone on the hill. He couldn't help laughing and shaking his head slowly.

"I Wang Qi never know how to show mercy and cherish jade. If you act like this, you're just beating a dog with meat buns!"

"Ha ha ha, this little girl is very nice. We might as well take it back for our brothers to enjoy!" Jie Jie, a strong man in the shadow demon society, laughs strangely and looks aggressively at Zhao Mengdie's delicate body.

There were people chasing after him from the air. Hearing this, he immediately burst into laughter. The laughter was full of lust for immorality.

However, to the disappointment of the film demon society, Wang Qi took a cold look at Zhao Mengdie, but he said softly, "Leng Ying, you stay and kill her. All the rest of you, follow me to chase the stars in the sky! The seed must not be with her! "

Wang Qi's order had just been passed on, but the girl in white on the top of the hill made a cold voice, her fingers gently waved on the banjo, and her eyes were slightly red.

"You look up to yourself. If you want to catch up with them, you will pass me first!"

After the sound fell, Zhao Mengdie's pretty face was covered with frost. A terrible wave of gene energy was surging from her body to the outside. The fluctuation was almost approaching the eighth disaster of the return to the metaphysics.

"That's it?"

Wang Qi said with a cold smile.

Zhao Mengdie's eyes drooped and ignored each other. Her fingers moved slowly on the five stringed harp, and then the speed became faster and faster. Her fingers were like dancing on the strings. A sudden change made people unable to see clearly. A touch of bright red was cut from the fingertips. Then, the whole green Wuxian Qin was a piece of blood red light and shadow.

As the five stringed instrument was dyed red with blood, the blood light flowed on the instrument, and a strange energy was also emitted at this moment.

"Kill immediately. There's something wrong with this chick!"

Wang Qi's eyes were tight, and a strange uneasy mood floated up in his heart, and he immediately cheered coldly.

Shua -

as soon as his voice roared out, the cold hawk quickly swept out. With a pinch of his hand, the surging gene energy burst out.

"The sound of the mournful grave!"

Zhao Mengdie eyes light lift, light to the rapid shooting of the cold eagle, the mouth gently spread the extremely strange tone.

The voice of a man was heard, and her slender fingers were gently on the string.

Hum -

the sky and the earth are dead, and then a column of bloody light shoots straight forward, straight towards the cold eagle that is rapidly plunging.

Boom -

a loud noise rose in the air, and the cold eagle, who had returned to the eighth robbery of xuanjing, was blown out under the eyes of all the people!

"What kind of magic is this?"

Leng Ying managed to maintain her figure. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were full of panic. When she collided with the bloody light column just now, he felt the terrible magic power, and even his own attack power was shaken back.

"The sound of the mournful grave!"

Wang Qi's eyes suddenly became cold and sharp, staring at the white shadow on the small hill, and his voice was cold.

"You have learned the sound of the mourning grave in the martial arts palace of tianwu Zongwu, which is second only to the four gods' formula!"

Zhao Mengdie gently raised his head, pursed his mouth, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wang Qi is indeed the captain of the patrol guard of the lost devil kingdom. He is so familiar with the magic power and martial arts of tianwuzong!"

"Little girl, don't make noise in front of me. Although the sound of sad tomb is strong, it's not enough to rely on you alone!" Wang Qi made a cold voice.

"Let's all make a noise together. I'd like to know how this little girl's film should block us!"

Wang Qigao drinks, snatches out first, returns to the metaphysical realm the ninth robbery's formidable attack, lets that entire small hilltop are all slightly trembling.Zhao Mengdie looks at Wang Qi, who is the first to attack. Her eyes are also very solemn. Then she takes a deep breath. Hao teeth bite cherry lips, and a little blood oozes under her white teeth.

"Sad grave magic sound, panic!"

Voice gently spit out, blood light suddenly soared, unexpectedly in Zhao Mengdie side form black yellow evil wind.

The wind is monstrous and ghostly, and the strange tone is howling in it. Accompanied by the shrill cry of the people, the evil wind like silk fog is getting stronger and stronger, gradually covering everyone.

The evil wind covered the forest, and those Wang Qi and others who were shooting rapidly stopped suddenly. There seemed to be countless ghosts' claws stretching out to them at the bottom of their feet and in front of them, as if they had fallen into an endless hell. There was nothing around them, and the spirit of ghosts became stronger and stronger.

Whoosh -

these ghosts have strange shapes, and they slowly roam and climb out under people's frightened eyes.

"The sound of the sad tomb is really powerful!"

Wang Qi's eyes suddenly shrunk as he looked at the ghost in front of him. Then he looked at the girl sitting quietly on the hill. A red blood line slipped down from the corner of her mouth.

In the air, people take off, almost all of them are stiff faced and silent. The atmosphere is stiff and suffocating. These people are Chu Shua and Jiang Hao who are separated from Zhao Mengdie.

Shua --

the last figure of Fang suddenly stopped. Other people immediately noticed that, and gradually stopped to look at Jiang Hao, who was more than ten meters behind him.

”We can't leave Zhao Mengdie behind! " Jiang Hao clenched his fist and his voice was hoarse and hoarse.

Lin Yuan, Qin Huan suddenly silent down, eyes are full of pain.

"What do you want to do?" Chu Lin looks at Jiang Hao and says faintly.

"She's a little girl, how can we leave her there! She can't be Wang Qi's poison hand. When we go back to tianwuzong, how can we explain to the martial brothers in Wufa palace? "

Jiang Hao roars at Chu Lin in anger.