The hall was smoky and Xuan Ji could only feel Sheng Lingyuan nearby, but he could not find anyone or hear the sound. He had just plunged into Guiyi Formation, and before he could reach the end, the formation immediately responded to the outside invaders. A hundred or so steel knives emerged from the air, rolling towards him in a scattered manner!

The formation leader smiled and said, "A new guest has arrived... Sheng Xiao, your jailer is here to find you, why are you still hiding?"

Xuan Ji, with a "slam" sound in Xuan Ji's hand, several coins flew out by themselves, turning into shadows in the air, bounced away the approaching swords and swords without any airtightness.

The matter of breaking the formation is to be handed over to Sheng Lingyuan. Due to the innate restrictions, the human race can only work on talismans and magic circles in order to fight against other races in war. They are unique in these two aspects. The Human Emperor has a deeper attainment in formations. Xuan Ji automatically took the role of a thug. While watching the six directions, he set up a mouth cannon to join the battle: "I don't know where to fight, you can pretend to be the Demon King? Which mountain valley is the bad tree that has become a spirit, so confident, why don't you engage in telecommunications fraud?"

While speaking, he landed on the roots of the big tree exposed to the ground.

As the ancestor of the firebird, how could the enemy not burn the head with wood? Therefore, Xuan Ji was like a large Mars, touching everywhere, and the flames rushed out from under his feet. The fire cleared the fog in the array and swallowed the entire trunk of the foundation tree. The hall suddenly became a sea of ​​fire, just like the Chiaoru where the earth was surging...

Xuan Ji sighed as if he had stepped on the shit: "Fuck!"

He suddenly turned his head and saw that the scene around him had changed at some point. He was soaking in the sea of ​​fire. It was not the lobby on the first floor of the Extraordinary Control Bureau. It was clearly Chiyuan - Chiyuan that was still burning back then.

Why is this the inner demon miasma again?

The top ten cheap moves in the world of cultivation - the authoritative selection of fire guards.

Somewhere there was a shrill sound of birds. Xuan Ji raised his head, and his pupils shrank sharply by the fire.

He saw a figure jumping down from the high cliff in Chiyuan.

That was a nightmare he tried to wash away more than 30 unsuccessful times in three thousand years. He dared not think or read, and even a word would be broken.

The man had already turned into a ball of fire when he landed in mid-air, hitting the hard shell on the surface of the magma like a meteor. The familiar aura was conveyed to the "Firekeeper" by Chi Yuan.

Xuan Ji's reason was burned to ashes in an instant. A second ago, he knew clearly that this was an illusion, and the next moment, he had already rushed towards the man without hesitation.

Three thousand years ago, Xuan Ji had no body. He was obviously close to him, but his hands were futilely passing through Sheng Lingyuan's body, watching him being swallowed and thrown away by the magma repeatedly.

This time, he finally caught the man.

The face he was obsessed with had long been burned out of recognition by the Chiyuan fire. All the bones seemed to be no longer in their original position. The flesh and flesh like coke stuck to it. He opened his mouth with difficulty in his arms, as if he wanted to say something else.

Xuan Ji put Sheng Lingyuan in front of him, with not enough hands and wings on him, and he wanted to crush himself to flatten him and turn it into a barrier...

At this time, he heard the person in his arms say softly: "Have you tasted the pears and honey from the witch people... have you tasted their unique skills in dreaming of hurting people?"

Xuan Ji was shocked. The next moment, his chest chilled, and the "hand" wrapped around him wrapped around him around his back, stretched through the gap between his wings, and pierced his heart.

The "hand" turned into a handful of vines, stirring up his chest and abdomen, and then grabbed his backbone.

"Ah," sighed and said with an appraisal voice, "The real Vermilion Bird bone is so hot."

Xuan Ji's hands suddenly lost his strength, and then the illusion of Chiyuan around him was shattered, and he was thrown into the air - a vine penetrated from behind him, his chest came out, and then into his dantian and his throat, slit him firmly to death there.

The bright red winged feathers fell down like snowflakes, and Xuan Ji's face was blank.

All this happened in a blink of an eye, making people unable to react.

A figure wrapped in black fog pounced on him and pulled the demon vine "slit" on Xuan Ji's body like crazy.

Bai Ying showed her traces and said softly: "I'm finally willing to show up and see you, His Majesty the Emperor."

As he finished speaking, countless tiny branches and buds stretched out from the roots of the tree, approaching Sheng Lingyuan like a snake. However, at this moment, a fire suddenly burst out from Baiying's feet.

"Are you ready to confess to leniently? You're so bad!"

As he finished speaking, another Xuan Ji suddenly emerged from behind Bai Ying. At the same time, the "Xuan Ji" that was nailed by a tree vine and melted from the beginning, turning into a handful of steel, rolling down in a sensation, connecting it into an iron chain, and tied up the white shadow, which was breaking free from the fire circle.

The black fog around "Sheng Lingyuan" who was desperately tearing the vines away, and there was no one inside - it was just a phantom condensed by demonic energy.

"I hope you remember one thing," Xuan Ji tightened the chain and said word by word, "I have 'died' for my father thirty-five times, and never--fall, hair!"

I heard someone yelling softly: "Broken."

Sheng Lingyuan, who had disappeared for a long time, locked the array eye when Bai Ying was trapped by Xuan Ji. The black mist condensed into a long thorn in his hand and penetrated through the array eye.

Guiyi Yishi turned over and over, huge tree roots rolled, countless bricks and tiles fell in the building of the Extraordinary Control Bureau, and the smoke suddenly dissipated, revealing the inferior slaves who had been hiding on the tree roots for a long time.

The black fog sword in Sheng Lingyuan's hand continued to exert force. At the same time, a thunder slashed from the broken building's open roof, slashing in the center of the big tree, and heavy rain fell.

"True understanding is perfect!" Xuan Ji blew out of tune in the noise of the earth, and asked Sheng Lingyuan with a loud voice, "Is it good to have a 'slemn vow' with me?"

Sheng Lingyuan refused to roar like him. Xuan Ji could not hear his voice, and could only see his mouth clearly.

It's very simple and easy to understand, because His Majesty said one word: "Get out."

"I can even propose to my pun," Xuan Ji seemed to be trying to touch the door with Lei Bi, who was so painful that his ears hurt, and yelled, "Just reply to me, a 'get out'? You smelly men..."

Before he finished speaking, Sheng Lingyuan suddenly rushed to him and grabbed his shoulder. Xuan Ji staggered back, and then was taken up by Sheng Lingyuan and retreated more than ten meters away.

A spider plant branch emerged from the crack in the ground, and it almost wrapped around Xuan Ji's feet.

It was originally an ordinary decorative green plant, and the fragments of the flower pot were still in the corner of the wall, and the plants inside were already promising. It laid its roots into the floor tiles, and the branches were like drills, drilling in and out of the marble floor. It grew seventy or eighty meters long, purple-red, like a leech that sucked blood.

"What the hell!" Xuan Ji hated leeches the most. He flew into the air with his wings, and still held His Majesty in his hand, "What's going on?"

Sheng Lingyuan tilted his head: "I don't know... let go, let go, I'm not deaf."

Xuan Ji rubbed his roaring ears, and then he realized that the thunderstorm had temporarily stopped. The strong light that was shaking so hard that people couldn't open their eyes was retreating. He saw the miserable appearance in the hall clearly: the foundation tree that had been pressing the inferior slaves in the root system grew wildly, drilling around the building and devouring other plants along the way. At this time, the magic circle was picked by His Majesty with a sword, and the foundation tree seemed to have leaked air, and was about to spit out all the things they had eaten. The various plants that had just been sucked into dead trees and dead branches were resurrected in place, and "living" became even worse.

The ivy outside the wall covered the window, and the green ivy vines that were knocked over to the ground were everywhere, forming "carpet" and "wallpaper". Then, Xuan Ji smelled a sweet and strange fragrance - a white jasmine that grew to the height of a floor and bloomed, each of which was as big as a paper lantern, covering her head in a miserable white manner. I don't know who to mourn.

Xuan Ji suddenly felt something and took a quick look at the time: 11 o'clock.

Not good, midnight is here!

Then a major earthquake started... No, it was not an earthquake, it was thunder.

The thunderstorm just now only took less than half a minute, as if he was taking a long breath, sinking his breath in his Dantian, and then opening his throat, and he raised his entire tone - the time when Sheng Lingyuan's Tongxin Grass transformed into a sinister sacrifice - was very important to razing this half of the building to the ground. Whenever thunder fell, the strange foundation tree would burn black, and at the same time, the plants around it would grow wildly.

The thunder was pushing something out of the big tree, and the energy that was absorbed from the inferior slaves' bowing array was no longer concentrated, but was dispersed everywhere.

The next moment, countless white shadows flew out from various plants. The big ones were as tall as the legendary flower fairy, only the size of a palm. It looked quite fairy-like. It was not very beautiful when it got together, just like the willow catkins floating all over Yong'an in late spring.

Originally attracted by the bad slaves' penalties, the fake demon pill that flocked to the building was frozen in the air and stopped moving.

Immediately afterwards, the freezing rain fell with the thunderstorm, and the fake demon pill was washed down from the air by the rain. It turned into bloody blood, and a literal bloody rain came. The special forces of the special control system who withdrew from the building were afraid that there would be any problems with the blood, so they ran away with their heads and found a place to hide.

The helicopters who had just escaped the thunderstorm fell to the back mountain with soup and water. The people on the plane were ready for the crash.

But unexpectedly, the "blood rain" was not destructive. In a short while, the storm washed away the smell of blood. The rarely-traveled Xishan regained its refreshing replenishment. The blood was like some special fertilizer, soaking through the lonely hillside in the middle of winter. The dead plants and trees actually sprouted one after another, and the fragrance of plants and trees pressed over the fishy smell.

In the building that was breathing, Xuan Ji saw the white shadows like willow catkins clearly - they were sacrificial texts of different sizes.

"I thought it was He Cuiyu who was proficient in the sacrificial text," Sheng Lingyuan straightened the collar that had just been torn by Xuan Ji, and kept a two-meter distance from the one who claimed that he would not shed hair. He found a complete floor tiles on the floor of the hall where the mess was messy and stood up. "I didn't expect that there was a real master behind it - mortals use sacrificial text to communicate with demons. You are unique and use humans as sacrifices. It's really a bit like Nine Temptations to kill Gods."

Xuan Ji was born with a race and was born with an evil spirit like sacrificial text. Three thousand years have passed and he has not achieved any results in this area. He was surprised to hear this: "What... use humans and demons as sacrifices? Are you talking about Aluojin and Weiyu King..."

He suddenly remembered that when he fell into the hall, the first wave of attacks he encountered was used by King Weiyu on the sea; the inner demon miasma was practiced by the shadow man by himself through the demonic energy stolen from His Majesty; he sewed his incarnation one hundred and eight patches, and tried to touch his bone weight. The move that was obviously the style of the witch man...

Three thousand years ago, Jiushi devoured countless ancient innate monsters, and three thousand years later, this devoured three human demons!

How can these monsters become more and more greedy!

The willow catkins gradually gathered together and a human figure gathered. He first chuckled and then let go of his voice. His body also grew two meters, three meters... and soon stretched out from the half-blocked building. The edge of the human figure was a flowing snow-white sacrificial text. The sacrificial text came from all directions, gathering more and more, and it became a foggy man standing tall.

Then, among the giant-shaped white fluff, a figure in a blue robe appeared, describing it as ethereal, like an immortal.

The General Administration Building, which looked like a tower, first broke from the middle, and then cracked inch by inch. Looking down from the sky, the magic circles everywhere seemed to be scattered by fire, and large areas were turned into ashes. The entire western mountain was in turmoil. The helicopter that escaped from the thirty-sixth floor was forcibly landing in the back mountain. Wang Ze rolled and crawled out of the plane, staring at the wreckage of the building.

There was already a sea of ​​fire, and the mutated plants successively sacrificed the wrath of the descendants of the Suzaku. The smoke soared into the sky. In the dark smoke, there was a huge human-shaped white shadow, waving the fire-like vines with their teeth and claws, roaring in the flames and thunder.

"What's that..." Wang Ze murmured, "Has the p.5 finally turned into a fuck this winter?"

"Dad Xiao!" Several Feng Shen rushed up to pick up the people on the plane. Zhang Zhao ran over, "The magic circle outside Xishan was seriously damaged. A colleague at the resort villa just now said that they could already see the General Administration Building with their naked eyes. Then we are not going to be exposed to the eyes of ordinary people! Director Huang is trying to contact the closure of the road, and he asked how long it will take to closure..."

"Don't worry, just seal it!" Xiao Zheng interrupted him quickly, "Is it still a problem to expose it now? The problem is the underground seal of the General Administration! The defense array of the building is broken, and if the underground seal is damaged, do you know what will happen - why are you here? Mr. Yan said that the rainstorm is coming to pick it up? Where is Shan Lin?"

"Oh, Mr. Shan said that the underground seal is too dangerous, she needs to go and see it," said Zhang Zhao. "I just seconded Sister Yuexi and walked around the ground from the garage. Let me wait here and tell you."

Wang Ze and Xiao Zheng in Yanqiushan changed their tone in unison: "What?!"

With a loud "boom", a real dragon-like lightning crashed down, and the shock wave exploded from the wreckage of the building and swept through the back mountain. Everyone's audio-visual failure for a moment, and countless hideous wounds were cracked on the ground.

All the fieldworkers can also connect to the Internet and receive emergency pushes for the risk of dangerous substance leakage.
Chapter completed!