Master Fish, come on, find a way! "

In ancient times, Ye Hao finally understood why Cheng Lingsu said that their people had reached the third floor at most, and the first floor was difficult to break, let alone the third floor!

"look at me"

Mr. Fish's voice was full of pride.

Just when Ye Hao wanted to know if the fish master was frightened by these monsters, a ray of light flew out of his chest and swayed from his chest. In the process of the sudden rise of the light, a treaty had no false white fish. It was hundreds of feet long and had sharp wings. Everything is covered with white scales, shining light, covering the sun, a huge sound, a wave of pressure from the sky, filling every corner of the canyon, even before the dozens of ferocious wolves, it suddenly stopped. Come down. Whimper with your tail!

Kunpeng's wings swallow the world with anger! In an Yinggu growing in the grass, the original fragrance of flowers and birds has become a paradise on earth, but it is full of silk and suffocation. Ordinary birds and animals dare not approach at all. Its roots are a man and a woman. He is an old man with an eagle nose. His old face is suppressed by the fury of silk, like a volcano a thousand years ago, waiting to erupt.

Xu Niang is a half-year-old woman with a beautiful face and a little charm, but no one can see. Under the monsters and spirits, there is a terrible cruel heart hidden. They are collections and witches. Demon King, collectively referred to as the master of civil and military affairs.

In front of them, there was another person who was very tall, dressed in a black robe, with only one pair of eyes exposed, and the two bowed to writing and martial arts.

"Mr. Messenger, I have wiped out all the evils of this poor tribe. I don't know what else these two messengers let them?

The man in the black robe bowed slowly, and Yu glanced at the black-clothed corpse not far behind him. His body tightened suddenly, like steel, but his face was no different, he said respectfully.

"Well, it's done well, but there is still a poor tribe whose people have not been wiped out. It is Lingsu. You must gather the people quickly, give orders, and catch Lingsu. She can't live in this world. As for this process , You can grasp it yourself." If you see someone with him, kill him. "

The old man said that he was called a messenger, and she slowly said in her heart that a sickly woman, like a drop of water, like a piece of sea water, was compared with the sect behind her. If she did not know a lot about this poor tribe, he would not pay more attention to it, but he did not think that such a weak woman had become one of the roots of his future major sect degeneration.

Although there are some questions about the body of the black man behind him, he is very smart and knows what to ask and what not to ask. According to the deacon's order, he guessed in his mind that Cheng Lingsu should be saved by someone. In the process, he guessed that Cheng Lingsu was saved by someone. The brother who was responsible for guarding Zheng Lingsu naturally couldn't escape the suffering. He doesn't care about the survival of these people. What he cares about is himself. What fascinates him is that the old master of literature said he should deal with Cheng Lingsu. When he wiped out this poor tribe for the last time, he met him. He is so beautiful.