Yuan Ling civilization suddenly visited, and suddenly the atmosphere in the ghost altar was arrogant.

Tuye of the Red Devils is staring at the feathers.

Although there is no verbal communication, the lines under silence are already obvious.

You have chosen the wrong side, the death period has arrived... Yu Yu’s face is a bit ugly, but there is a hidden courage in his eyes.

It is not the wrong choice, but it has no choice.

Because at that time, the gods and other Yuanling people came to see the night after the island, and chose the night demon, and encouraged the night demon to kill the demon.

If it is not because Luo Zheng and others are involved, the demon family should now be destroyed.

Now that Luo Zheng and his entourage have been forced into a dead end, they are bound to fight in the end.

"From Taiqingtian has been chasing here, it is almost..." A fire is a little excited.

She has no hatred for Luo Zheng and these people, even if she has lost in the hands of these people... Her excitement also comes from the failure of two consecutive three.

Just like a fisherman catching a group of big fish, a few nets thrown out are passed through by the fish.

Now these fish have no way to escape, naturally when the net is closed.

A fire's voice fell, and her right shoulder split a slit.

It is like a lava field that opens a crack, and the inside of the white skin is a rolling flame.

As the flames are drilled together, it is a little white dragon.

A seemingly ordinary little white dragon contains a strange and powerful atmosphere.

"Hey..." After the little white dragon got out, he circled around the fire and he was facing Luo Zheng and his party.

A fire reached out and gently wiped the surface of the little white dragon. The flame burned along the body of the little white dragon. These flames burned into pieces of fiery red scales, which were set in the surface of Xiaobailong.

She knows that Luo Zheng has a holy stone in his hand, which can drive the light of destruction. This dragon-scale armor is naturally ready.

"kill them," A fire said coldly.

Luo Zheng has been wasting her good intentions several times.

For this opponent who does not know how to lift, death is his only destination.

"Hey!" The little white dragon wearing a dragon's scale was drilled from the fire and went straight to the ghost altar.

Of course, Luo Zheng and his party will not sit still.

Fuxi and the son-in-law spread out to the left and right.

One hand of Fuxi has buckled the holy stone, and the other hand is gently lifted up. A gossip seal has appeared on the surface of Xiaobailong.

On the arm of the son-in-law, a pair of crimson shadows condensed into a long-handed gun. Under the high-speed spiral of the pistol, it was slammed toward the little white dragon! According to the thoughts of the two, as long as the dragon's flame dragon scales are broken and then shattered by the light of destruction, they have a chance of winning.

“Hey!” “Hey!” The results were completely beyond their expectations.

Fuxi's gossip palm print and the shadow of the long shot on the little white dragon, just like itching, can not penetrate the flame dragon scale.

The light of the light that shines in their hands is naturally nowhere to be displayed! However, the two responded extremely astutely.

If you can't hit it, you will immediately withdraw.

Immediately after the victory of the Rat King, the East Emperor, the old man greeted him.

"Hey--" countless sharp swordsmanship, forming a curtain wall squatting on the surface of Xiaobailong.

Whether it is power or speed, the old Taiyi sword method is almost the limit in the chaotic world.

But this is a burst of crisp sound, still can not open the defense of Xiao Bailong.

The situation of the Eastern Emperor and the Victory Mouse King is similar. The blood and the magical powers and the other side of the tokens can not break the flame scales of Xiao Bailong.

The strength gap is too big.

Lishan battle.

A fire can resist the chaos of the ancient gods and several immortal sieges by virtue of one's strength.

And this little white dragon that she is now driving is more above her, and is it that these immortalities can fight? The pedestrians stepped back while attacking.

Xiao Bailong flew a half circle around the ghost altar and finally forced them into a dead end.

“Hey!” The body of Xiaobailong began to swell, and the faucet rose high, revealing sharp fangs.

"Everyone is together!"

The blasphemy is released from the body, and a huge cockroach wraps the feathers.

The other three demon **** also sacrificed their shackles. At this juncture they can only fight for a fight.

"I am coming." Luo Zheng, who stood at the back, said.

Then he took a step and his body slammed forward and went straight to the little white snake.

These immortals are not destined to be the opponents of the little white snakes... Even if they are contending, there is a tiger's eye and the armor.

Before Luo Zheng was the only one who could pin the people in the ghost mountain.

Now those guys are close at hand, but they have not shown up.

If you can't count on them, you can only rely on the blood in your body! Origin of the gods! A fire to see Luo Zheng straight to the small white dragon, Mei Yan slightly bent, showing a scornful smile.

Toasting, not eating and drinking fine wine, after all, still looking for a dead end... Xiao Bailong fiercely opened his mouth and swallowed toward Luo Zheng.

At the moment when the two were about to come into contact, a huge finger suddenly fell down on the ghost altar.

“Hey!” As the ghost altar trembled, Luo Zheng and Xiao Bailong were separated by the huge fingers.

It was a big ghost festival.

This ghostly ritual covered with a layer of turquoise skin, with an inverted triangle in the eyes, two fangs in the corner of the mouth, and looks very good.

As it stretched out its fingers, it shot from the cockroaches in its body.

That is the finger of hate level! "In the ghost festival, it is forbidden to fight," said the Green Ghost Festival.

As soon as this was said, other big ghosts couldn’t help but watch the big ghosts.

Where is this rule in the Ghost Festival? Seeing the interracial people on the island at night, they are ashamed after entering the Ghost Mountain. They dare not have any slightest.

Don't say that you are fighting at the ghost altar, and you don't even dare to speak loudly.

The big ghosts naturally do not need to set up such rules... These big ghosts hate the human race, especially Fuxi, Nuwa and Donghuang, exactly the same as the human patriarchs in Ghost Mountain.

They are very happy to see that these people died.

The reason why the big ghosts did not leave, but also wants to bring the death of these people to those guys! Most of the big ghost festivals hate the Terran, but after all, there is still a small part that is in favor of the Terran.

The Qingpi Big Ghost Festival is one of them.

It comes from the Yulin tribe, which is considered to be an older ghost festival in Ghost Mountain.

"Oh..." In the face of a warning from a big ghost festival, A fire did not smell it, driving a small white dragon to rush, and once again swallowed away.

"Hey!" The huge finger smashed again, this time directly on the neck of Xiaobailong, nailing it to the ghost altar.

The Qingpi Big Ghost Festival looked at Ah Hu with his cold eyes.

The existence of the night of the island has dared to challenge the existence of the Great Ghost Festival.

The little white dragon was caught by this finger, and he struggled in vain on the ghost altar, and the flame scales covering his surface were broken.

There was no change or dissatisfaction in the face of the fire. At this time, the eyes slowly moved out.

"This big ghost festival, I think you should be very interested in this." After it was finished, a wolf tooth was slowly drilled out of the eyelids.