He reluctantly and helplessly was involved in the nine star killing array. At the moment of falling into the cave, he threw something up with one hand.

"Bang!" The signal source rushed out of the dark cave and scattered all over the sky in the sun.

Little shuiwa's hand swung a white bead, and repeatedly confirmed, "master, do you really want to do this?"

"Explode!" The tree snapped.

"Bang!!" After another big bang, the corridor sank and disappeared.

At present, the whole mountain began to sink and slide rapidly, and the mountain wall collapsed in a puff of smoke.

"Go!" Mo Lian fished up Lord Qiao Qiao, who was a little pale, and flew up to summon Yan Qi.

Everyone whooshed up.

Yan Qi didn't need Mo lian to talk about anything at all. He threw his tail and rushed into the air at full speed.

There are rocks falling down on both sides of the Strait. The scene in front of us is like a cataclysm.

It was gray everywhere, and the gravel rolled down.

The Golden Dragon passed through the clouds with a roar of anger. A tail flicking smashed a flying stone.

As they passed through the clouds several times, they were farther and farther away from the misty mountains.

Little face paralysis face slightly white, from sitting on the Dragon back of Yanqi, he did not speak again, but slightly closed his eyes, has been meditating.

With a breath of malice in their hearts, the mob went back to the temple of the sun and the moon.

Since fortune wants to fight with them, come on!

Ink lotus's whole body floated layer upon layer black fire, rolled around like a black wave.

A silver and white flame swooped down, like a light belt, and suddenly hit the plaque of the sun and Moon Temple.

"Boom!" The rest of the guards in the temple rushed out of the temple, and the troops were about to fight back.

But see the sky spread to a black flame, surging down the sky, rising from it a huge ink lotus flower, flower bud close, immersed in an ancient time.

The ink lotus disappeared in a flash, but the billowing black fire engulfed the continuous houses in front of us as soon as possible.

Situ Yi is in charge of the fire. He controls the wood. The water spirit of the dark flower and the fire spirit of Yushu rush down at the same time.

The crowd sent out a series of tragic cries, those Desperado know that they are dying, but also crazily reached out to the sky, the mouth cried "long live the fate of heaven"!

There's no help.

All people have such a thought in their hearts, and then the power of the spirit in their hands surges and sweeps down.

"Bang, bang! Bang! "

The windows in the main hall, under the burning of the tongues of fire, burst a series of sparks and stars.

The middle-aged priest Taishan, holding a long battle high, ran out of the temple and roared to the sky, "you God killers, disobeying the way of heaven and ignoring the destiny of heaven, will eventually get a dark future and endless fear!"

His body, a black fire slowly burned up.

Mo Lian's eyes looked at him coldly, and there was a trace of coldness and opportunity in his eyes, "your temple master, is dead!"

"Impossible, impossible!" Taishan raised the master and screamed with twisted expression.

Although he could feel that the life force had come to an end under the burning of black fire, he still did not believe that the leader of his house would be killed by these young people.