Even without Su Muqiu, Di Yuan, who left the underground altar, would have exploded and died!

Just look!

Who can kill the opponent before he falls down!

Just look!

Who can hold on until the last second!

boom!

The next moment when Emperor Yuan rushed out of the underground altar, the war broke out. With a loud rumbling like thunder, the floor that had just calmed down began to shake violently again!

And at this moment!

In the huge roar, a weak and inaudible rust sound came out. On the left side of the altar, a hand covered with blood stretched out from the broken porcelain tiles piled up into a hill!

Then!

There was another slight sound, and the other hand also stretched out!

Hurry!

Hurry!

Hurry!

A light sound kept coming. Xiao Zhan, who was buried under the broken porcelain tiles, spread the ruins on his body and stood up staggeringly. His body was covered in blood, covered with dust from head to toe, and he was extremely embarrassed!

Hurry!

Hurry!

Hurry!

Almost at the same time when Xiao Zhan stood up, there was also a strange noise from the broken porcelain tiles on the right side of the altar. I saw that the seriously injured Dark Night Ghost King also stood up with great difficulty!

Compared with Xiao Zhan, the Dark Night Ghost King, who had his right arm broken, was even more miserable. His black robe was torn and shattered, his whole body was trembling, and his breath was very weak, like a candle in the wind!

The most important thing is!

The Prajna mask that has always been worn on the face of the Dark Night Ghost King has fallen into the ruins around him!

Xiao Zhan looked at the Dark Night Ghost King through the altar!

One glance!

Just take a look!

Xiao Zhan's pupils suddenly contracted, and a look of surprise appeared between his eyebrows!

he!
Chapter completed!