Just now, in order to make those who came to seek the breath, the demons recognized their identity at a glance. She summoned Xiaobai again with her last breath. As long as they heard the rumors of the secret realm of the prehistoric world, they would definitely think of the "enchanting witch" when they saw the Dark Beast God wearing a red dress. But this consumption made her already overwhelmed body even more difficult to continue.

He took a deep breath, but there was a thick blood flowing in his throat.

"Haha...haha..." Yaorao looked at the direction where everyone was chasing Long Jue and smiled frivolously. She waved her hand and summoned back four brilliant spirit beads from the ashes of stone and soil on the ground.

It turned out that the Four Spirits Pearls were still beside Yaorao!

The sky and the sun were exchanged. The ones Long Jue took away from her just now were just four magic crystals with similar colors as light, dark, water, and earth spirit beads. How could she hand over the real spirit beads to those greedy human demons to compete for?

Yaorao sucked the four spirits into her dantian and walked towards the other side with a staggering pace.

So what if the Yi family marks the mark on her? As long as the "half-polar magic weapon" in Yaorao's hand is no longer on her, the Yi family will lose interest in finding her...

Yaorao said in her heart: "Although it was just a temporary solution, the Yi family who was fooled in the end would still come to me, but I guess they had already fallen into dire straits by then, and I had already won the opportunity to breathe. Who is asking for trouble for whom... Maybe! Hahaha!"

A gentle laughter echoed over the ruins.

The smile is not hurt at all, but it is filled with a sense of arrogance that makes people feel rippling!

There are few people with this kind of mind and perseverance in the world, and Yaorao does not feel the aura of a strong man on her body. But if someone stands outside and looks at her life, it is not difficult to see that Wang Xi is becoming stronger and stronger on her body.

Some people always complain about the unfairness of life, but they don’t know that difficulties are also a kind of tempering of God. Iron cannot be sharpened, and people cannot be sharpened without being polished.

If you want to turn over the flowing clouds and dance, you must go through the fire and reincarnation and Nirvana!

Yaorao looked back at the direction of Long Jue's escape, and knew that he could find him quickly, so she lowered her head and rushed into a path without a trace.

"Longlong, you have to be careful."

After she escaped, Yaorao's heart was filled with deep concern for Long Jue.

The other side of the crypt...

Long Jue, dressed in white, walked quickly in the sky in an extremely strange posture, but the people chasing him were chasing him, and the demon war gods were only staring at the four crystal-colored "spirit beads" in his hand, not caring about his strange appearance.

Is that still called "Yukong"?

He was obviously weak in all limbs and was pushed away by a ball of fire behind his butt!

Long Jue's cheeks were not naturally swollen, and he barely formed the facial features of the man in the Yi family with disguise ointment, but they were still different, so he simply applied some hard medicine to make his cheeks look blue and swollen and red. So even the Yi family's own clues could not be distinguished for a while.

It was more anxious than escaping. The fire behind Long Jue's butt began to emit black smoke.

Although he told Yao Rao that he could hold up half a stick of incense, how could the powerful demons be cowards who could enter the Demon King's Cry? When their spiritual energy was matched with the strange phantom beasts in their hands and the powerful phantom weapon, Yukong's speed increased by a huge margin.

It seems that there is no hope of escaping under these powerful men who are crazy about chasing the "half-polar magic weapon".

"But if you can't escape, how can you lead the fire to the Yi family?" Long Jue had a black line. For the enchanting grand plan, he had no strength to run for another incense stick.

"That kid escaped so quickly!"

"My God! Don't look at it just a little war god, why is Yukong so fast? The disciples of the Yi family are indeed well-known!"

"My attacks were gone three times. That kid is so clever!"

The human and demons were both busy trying to catch up with the disciples of the White Yi family in front of him, but no one was so stupid that he launched an illusion attack on him from the beginning.

joke!

What if he hit him but he didn't run first, and the things in the white boy's hand were stolen by someone else?

Everyone with such selfish intentions is pretending to attack and loudly intimidate. In fact, all the power is placed on the crazy air.

Long Jue ran so hard that he wanted to vomit blood. The toxins kept churning in his heart, but he knew he couldn't stop.

Just as the spiritual energy in his body was almost exhausted and he could no longer be able to release it, a burst of anxious question suddenly came from ahead.

"Silo, why are you being chased by so many people?"

Long Jue was stunned and looked up suddenly. He could tell that the old man in white was the elder of the Yi family without too much exploration. Not to mention the white man of the same material as himself, even the concerns in his eyes were like the blood relatives of "Yi Shilang".

"Silang? Isn't it the name of the man I disguised now?" Long Jue frowned.

A great surprise suddenly surged into my chest!

"The powerful god of the Yi family!" The first impression that came to Long Jue's mind was this idea!

"Elder!"

Without thinking, Long Saobao suddenly cried and rushed towards the old man in white.

Thick blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth. This time it was not that he had prepared tomato juice again, but that the wounds and toxins had already invaded his meridians. If he hadn't had to complete the enchanting explanation in this breath, he would never have been able to grit his teeth and run wildly in the air for so long when the oil was exhausted.

The extremely excited and tragic appearance of life and death gives people a strong visual impact!

"I have won the half-polar magic weapon of the enchanting witch... I... I'm lucky to be unfair!"

He opened his throat and threw the blood-stained rag bag in his hand into the old man in white. Long Jue immediately fell to the ground like a broken kite with a broken string. He fainted without even slapping it twice.

His deliberately unbuttoned voice naturally conveyed the clear meaning to everyone present.
Chapter completed!