Falling above Jue Abyss, a cloud of fire suddenly flashed...

Ji Hao, who was sitting opposite Si Wenming and thinking about a few ancient runes, looked up and saw Zhu Rong Tianming and his group with a somewhat embarrassed look. Three or five witch emperors of the Fire Lin clan protected him. Apart from that, there were only the Taoist corpse, Pakqiuga and hundreds of their disciples followed Zhu Rong Tianming.

Si Wenming also turned his head and looked over, then suddenly became shocked: "Zhu Rong Tianming's subordinates, the god Yi, Ying Yunhe and the emperors who supported him, and the elites of various tribes."

Stepping on a dim fire cloud, Zhu Rong Tianming flew towards the direction of the fallen Jueyuan Zhan Fort with a gloomy face.

Ji Hao thought for a while, and also stepped on a cloud of fire to greet Zhurong Tianming, saying hello to him from afar: "Criminal Prince of Heaven, I have asked Elder Tianji to invite you again and again. Today you are here."

Zhu Rong Tianming had a gloomy face, raised his chin slightly, and said arrogantly: "Although I don't believe what you said, how can those aliens control the way of heaven in a world? But after all, Manman is here, and I, as a brother, have to take care of one or two more."

Snorting coldly, Zhu Rong Tianming forced himself to hold his airs and said lightly: "If I hadn't seen Manman, you think I would come to your dirty place to see this day, look at this place, look at the smoky appearance, hum."

Ji Hao spread his hands and said nothing.

From afar, Manman, who was standing on the city wall and was competing with Yu Mu for whom he ate faster, raised his head, with half a grouse claw hanging on the corner of his mouth, and said vaguely: "Zhurong Tianming, I don't need you to take care of you. With Ji Hao, it's enough, you can go wherever you like, um. I didn't invite you here."

Zhu Rong Tianming's face suddenly turned black, and Boqiuga suddenly stepped forward three steps, pointed at Manman and shouted loudly: "Zhu Rong Manman. The Prince of Tianming is also your brother, it would be fine if he didn't accept his kindness. Why did he even speak ill of a woman who is as talented and virtuous as you?"

Just as Boqiuga was about to show off his verbal words, Ji Hao's face suddenly changed and he slapped Boqiuga hard.

The face of Boqiuga turned cold, and he subconsciously took a step back, avoiding Ji Hao's slap. The corpse Taoist on the side saw the opportunity and slapped Ji Hao's vital points quietly. He waited for his palm to be less than an inch away from Ji Hao's body. The corpse Taoist shouted in great danger: "Bo Yao has something to say, why do you do it?"

What kind of cultivation is the Taoist of the Corpse? This is an old ghost who created the name of the ancient world in Pangu. His palm seemed silent, but in fact he used 50% of his strength. A faint gray-white divine light condensed into a wonderful lotus seal in his palm. If this palm was hit in reality, even a high-level witch emperor would be broken by his palm.

Ji Hao narrowed his eyes and let the corpse Taoist attack and slapped him hard.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the Pan Xi Divine Mirror, who was held in front of Ji Hao's chest, swayed slightly, and a faint light flashed on Ji Hao's body. The corpse Taoist was shocked to see that his palm had disappeared after it disappeared.

Just less than an inch in front of the Taoist in front of the Taoist in front of the Taoist in the world, a golden translucent palm whistled out. A white lotus seal appeared and was filled with silence. The god of destruction with the meaning of death surrounded the palm, and the Taoist in the Taoist in the world slapped his face with a strong palm.

There was a muffled sound. The bridge of the corpse Taoist's nose was sunken, and two nosebleeds spurted far away.

Pan Xi's divine mirror bounced back the palm of the corpse Taoist sneak attack as it was. Because it was the corpse Taoist's own attack, several defensive treasures on him, including the protective garment just given by the Flower Taoist, did not respond.

Um, um~ um~

The Taoist Corpse was slapped to death by this palm, and he was slapped in blood on his face and retreated backwards. The slapped palm was so slapped that he almost smashed his head. The Taoist Corpse was now in front of him, with a large area of ​​black fog filled with violent shaking. He couldn't figure out what was going on for a while.

"Poor Poor Taoist" The corpse Taoist muttered vaguely, shaking his head desperately. Blood drips spilled out.

"This old man is crazy and slapped himself for nothing." Ji Hao looked at the corpse Taoist who was embarrassed. While shocked by the magical power of Pan Xi's divine mirror, he mocked: "Tsk tsk, this slap is really strong. Fortunately, it wasn't a slap, otherwise I could really slap me to death."

Zhu Rong Tianming was so stupid that he didn't know how to speak. Boqiuga was shocked to see how Ji Hao's trick turned into a corpse Taoist. Why did Ji Hao's plot make the corpse Taoist so embarrassed? Ji Hao's magic power is more than a hundred times higher than that of the corpse Taoist.

But the Taoist magic power is a hundred times higher than that of the corpse Taoist. Isn’t that a Bao? A person of the level of Turtle Spirit has only two or three people in the sect behind Boqiuga. He is the true disciple who is in the box of the two masters of the sect. He is not willing to use it easily.

"You, you" Pokyuga pointed at Ji Hao tremblingly, thinking that he had seen a ghost.

"Speak well if you have something to do." Si Wenming stood up and said with a rumbling voice: "Everyone is comrades-in-arms, and foreign races are our enemies. We should work together to deal with them."

Frowning, Si Wenming asked loudly: "Crown Prince of Heaven, what about your people? The Prince of God Yi? Ying Yunhe? And those emperors who support you?"

Zhu Rong Tianming opened his mouth, and his dark face turned red again. He looked at Si Wenming in anger, wishing he could cut Si Wenming into 108,000 pieces of bastards. Can you not mention this matter? Maybe the people of Yi Shen are completely finished.

Suddenly a black air spread out, and the biting cold scattered. In the cold air, the indigenous people of the brigade fled into the fallen Jueyuan in a panic. After about 100,000 indigenous people escaped with their families and their families, Gonggong Wuyou, under the protection of Hebo, also slipped in with thousands of defeated soldiers and abandoned armor.

As soon as he rushed into the fallen Jueyuan, Gonggong Wuyou yelled: "Gongsun Yuan, why do you pay attention to these useless natives? Come in quickly?"

Gongsun Yuan was clear and a hard voice came faintly from the black fog: "They have already accepted my education, and that is my people. Since they are my people, when they retreat and flee, I will personally cut off the rear for them. Treat the people well. This is the ancestor of my Youxiong family, and I dare not forget it."

Ji Hao was stunned, what did you do after you break?

Gonggong Wuyou escaped with his men, and countless natives continued to pour into the fallen abyss from the black fog. Could it be that Gongsun Yuan was closing the rear for them to be continued?
Chapter completed!