At the same time, the young man, whose face was waxy yellow and his eyes were deeply sunken, was suddenly shocked and burst.

The roar came with a pungent smell.

The air is filled with a smell of rotten and sour. The yellow powder, like the continuous drizzle, floats to the public.

The broken moon sweeps away a cyclone in front of him, drags his little face behind him, and looks at him coldly.

Several people dodged in time, and the movement was very fast. When the moon broke, several people, such as Tan Chen, MI Yan and Feng Changqing, had first circled a defense barrier.

At last, it was safe to keep the yellow powder away from us by three feet.

The tree poked its head out from behind the broken moon and raised its hand expressionless.

Blue spirit pure fire burned in the past, but the people clearly saw that the yellow powder in blue spirit pure fire, but endless.

There are still hundreds of thousands of small yellow powder floating in the air, which is clear to the naked eye.

The tree immediately took out the bad luck and absorbed all the yellow powder.

All of them were relieved, but their faces were not at all relaxed.

"Eight layers of blue spirit and pure fire can't extinguish these yellow particles." "We don't know at all what it is," said Duanyue with a dignified face

"Peach blossom immortal Zun nods," it seems that fortune has come up with a new pattern again

When they looked around, they saw that the men who had been salvaged in the sea were all broken and could not die any more.

The tree's face is cold and cold.

The heart of doom popped up, only to see the round bead of the black flowing ink luster slowly rising.

Thousands of black light, in the air stagnated into a black light curtain.

The curtain of light flickered for a while, thousands of black lights, like water patterns, light and slow.

The scene in the territory of misfortune is like an unfolding picture, which flows down slowly.

On the black light screen, there are a lot of paintings and shadows, which flow slowly along with the human figure.

Everyone looked.

However, on the screen of the painting, several disciples of the shadow city are running on the vast and thick soil with crazy faces.

Everyone was covered with bruises, yellow and thin.

It is obvious that this time in the territory of misfortune, he was tossed to death and to death.

In other words, there were as many as twenty or thirty disciples of shadow city who were caught in the heart of doom.

But after this period of "honing", the doomsday situation completely broke their life hope.

There are only a few left. They should be the strongest among the disciples of shadow city.

They live the longest and earn the longest.

But under the thousands of times of killing and honing in the state of doom, the will power of people with hard mind is almost exhausted.

The tree kept silent and stared at the disciples of the shadow city who were forced to rush forward by the dark yellow particles.

"Give up your soul and submit to me."

A disciple of the shadow city, like a frightened bird, looks around at the sky with his head up. "Who are you?"

There are only five remaining disciples of the shadow city. They have no half nonsense. They give up their own soul directly and continue to rush forward with their teeth clenched.

When the tree raised her hand, she immediately took five life spirits into her hands.