A loud and clear sound spread throughout the slaughtered island, shocking all humans and beasts!
The sound is crisp and pleasant, wonderful, like a illusion outside the sky, like the marks of heaven formed by the natural form of heaven!
At this time, on the hillside, a black flame formed a large bird that was hundreds of meters long. The bird flapped its black wings several hundred meters long in the air, and nine black tail feathers floated in the sky, a noble emperor
The temperament is leisurely and spreads to the entire mountain!
With the big bird as the heart, the black flames exploded at the first day of the first day and spread a hundred meters in size, then thousands of meters, several thousand meters...
The vast dead energy melted into the black flames, and all the green weeds withered, then turned into ashes!
The noble power of the bird overwhelmed all living beings! It made most of the beasts on the island bend their bodies and kneel down on the ground! The warriors on the island also felt a substantial pressure, which made them breathe rapidly and the body inside.
Can stagnate!
No wild beast dares to make a sound, there is only this beautiful sound of heaven and earth!
The faced warriors were silent, suppressed by this heavenly voice, and their minds were blank for a moment, and their only feeling was surrender and the king. [】
More than ten miles away from the mountain where Zhangyang is located, Li Dabao, who was fighting, looked up at the mountain. Seeing the black flames all over the mountain, he was stunned in surprise.
His eyes were full of surprise, and he couldn't help but blurt out, "God! Such a big flame! And it's black, one is that the peerless monster came to the world. Xiao Yangzi must have been burned to ashes. Let's go!"
"Swish!" Nangong Qi slapped Li Dabao in the head with one sword and said, "Concentrate on the battle. After killing this batch, we will make another profit."
Li Dabao “…”
The flames soared into the sky, burning tens of millions of meters high, and spreading, and wherever they passed, they were burned to ashes, and nothing could withstand this domineering black flame.
Slowly, the phantom of the big flame bird disappeared and the sky, and the clear sound of the sky also disappeared...
At this time, a beautiful woman in a black feathered dress was floating in the air, with a pair of beautiful and noble black wings growing on her back, and a black spark ignited with her pupils.
This person is not someone else, but Wu Yu!
At this time, Wu Yu was not like a warrior at all, but like a fallen angel! Even more than that, he was more like the daughter of the God of Death, with natural death aura and noble imperial aura all over his body.
Wu Yu's face was even more beautiful, and a black fire core ignited in his dark eyes, which complemented his fair face, making him look even more amazing and had a mysterious beauty.
She wore a black feathered dress, and her fair calves, like a newborn lotus root, exposed, which further increased her slender legs and graceful figure.
The cloak behind her is formed by nine black tail feathers that are more than ten meters long. The tail feather wind automatically and black flames continue to float out, making her look noble and elegant.
The black wings growing behind the back kept flaming, and whenever the wings moved, they brought a string of black sparks, just like the night fire spirit.
The flames did not burn Zhang Yang to pieces, but protected Zhang Yang under Wu Yu's control.
The flames had spread to the entire mountain. Wu Yu rushed out a big flame hand, gently lifted Zhang Yang who had fainted, and his body soared into the sky.
"Swoosh!"
It spread more than ten miles, and a black flame that was over a hundred meters high rushed out of a black shadow.
The black shadow is extremely fast, just like space drifting, constantly leaving phantoms in the sky, but the true body is already thousands of meters away!
And when Wu Yu took Zhang Yang away from the flames, the black flames in the mountains began to slowly dissipate between heaven and earth...
Wu Yu's wings trembled, and his speed was extremely fast, exceeding the visual limits of most humans and beasts. The black shadows rushed by quickly and were printed in the night, and almost no one noticed them.
She flew to the highest peak of the slaughtered desert island, the top of the 8,000-meter-high mountain peak!
Zhang Yang had long lost control of his body, and he felt that his life was passing by. In a trance of consciousness, Zhang Yang kept urging the Spirit-Devouring Sea to repair the heart.
But no matter how he controls it, he can't resist the passage of life. The essence and blood of the Spirit-Devouring Sea can only slow down his death time, which is fundamentally helpful.
The consciousness is used to move the Spirit-Devouring Art, Zhang Yangxin is very unwilling to accept it. "It's still too weak. No matter how many conspiracies you make, it's not as fast as someone else's sword. If I escape this disaster this time, I must try every means to make myself short.
Become stronger in time.”
Zhang Yang suddenly felt like he was being moved.
In an instant, he thought of his elder brother at home. He thought of Murong Xue and Rongrong. When he thought of the little guy who would never see him again, he didn't know what would happen. Zhang Yang regretted his life-threatening behavior.
At this moment, what he thought of the most was Wu Yu, the "little fool" he was trying hard to protect.
"I worked hard for a long time, but I still couldn't protect Wu Yu. I don't know how she is now? I shouldn't die! In order to save her, I died. I let go of Rongrong. I am really an irresponsible brother! In order to protect her, I am a irresponsible brother.
Why do I think it’s worth it if I have known a girl for only a month?”
While using the Spirit-Devouring Art, Zhang Yang's consciousness kept turning around. One was Wu Yu, her stubbornness, her indifference, her innocence, and his little evil.
There is also fury, loves to sleep, eat, listens to stories, is attached to Zhang Yang, and is curious about anything.
...
Wu Yushou pointed out a black flame, which flew out, burned out all the rocks, and created a vast cave directly on the mountain.
In the cave on the top of an eight thousand-meter mountain, Zhang Yang fainted and lay across the cold ground. He was just the activity of consciousness and knew nothing about the outside world.
The black flame ignited the cave.
At this time, Wu Yu's breathing was constantly weakening, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his small fists were clenched tightly, making him look very nervous.
She could feel that Zhang Yang's life was weakening quickly!
Then, her fire core pupils slapped at a palm-sized lotus-shaped flame, and said, "Demon God, I want to exchange one-tenth of my soul for one-tenth of your essence."
The black lotus flame turned into a mini flame woman. The woman was not the essence, but was transformed by a flame. It was somewhat illusory, but she was unclear about her true appearance.
Her figure was graceful and graceful, wearing a black veil that was faintly visible, which could not hide her beautiful body.
The woman's black veil floated up, and her plump thighs were exposed from time to time, and half of her breasts were revealed. If she were a man, she would definitely be fascinated.
The flame woman "Demon Girl" flew around Wu Yu's body lively, just like a flame elf. Her voice was beautiful and charming, making people primitive and inflated.
"Xiao Yu, is a stinky man worth your contribution to him? One tenth is too small, I want one fifth."
"Impossible, we are the same body. If he dies, I will die too. Then you will dissipate between heaven and earth. Will you change it in one sentence?" Wu Yu, who was floating in the air, said coldly.
The magic girl, who was unclear about her appearance and formed by the flames, smiled like a silver bell, "Hehe..."
"You are in love with him!" Suddenly, the flame woman whispered, her voice full of charm.