As he was talking, Dong Liye's forehead suddenly cracked, and a dark black human silhouette escaped. It twisted a few times in the air, and suddenly disappeared into the ground with a whoosh! Everyone was shocked. What happened?
What happened? Didn’t his soul sell to that demon god? Did he escape? Or is the demon god underground! Just under the big tent! Feng Qingyang’s face was solemn, and he quickly drew a spell with his hands and threw it to the ground.
Like a string of fire, it penetrated into the ground under their feet... For a long time, there was no movement! Yi Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing whether to be happy or anxious, and murmured: "He is not down here..." In one sentence
Before she finished speaking, Feng Yiying suddenly rushed over, held her in his arms with his left arm, and stared at the ground under his feet: "Be careful! There is murderous intent!" Everyone felt that there was an endless murderous intent suddenly coming.
The murderous aura was invisible, but it was everywhere in the sky and on the earth. The originally quiet ground was boiling like a pot. It seemed that something huge and terrifying was about to break out of the ground. The land
It was rolling, rippling in circles like water waves... This strange sight made everyone hold their breath. They clenched the sword in their hands and concentrated all their strength. They were ready to go. "Everyone, be careful" Feng Qing
Yang screamed, but before he could finish his words, there was nothing under his feet. The land instantly collapsed, flowing down to the deepest part of the ground like a whirlpool. The ground was like a bloody mouth, swallowing up everything. The dead bodies in the tent,
The furniture... fell down one after another and disappeared in the blink of an eye. There was a loud crash, and there seemed to be a roar of thunder outside, exploding above the head. The shock made Yi Qingchen's face turn pale, and she couldn't help but hug Feng Yiying tightly. "Yes."
Has the weather changed? It's thundering, it's raining? It's strange, wasn't it the setting sun just now?" Countless question marks flashed through Yi Qingchen's mind. But Feng Qingyang's expression suddenly changed: "Everyone, be careful, he is coming out.
Already!" Bai Zimo clenched his fists: "This so-called god can already control the wind and rain in the world, I'm afraid it won't be easy to deal with..."