Chapter 1125 Is This Something People Do?

Seeing that Sanshenghua suddenly turned red, and a sinister aura enveloped the entire world of Shishan, Yang Zhen felt that this person was not simple.

Nonsense, a simple person who dares to have the idea of ​​Tianxuan Saintess, isn't that courting death?

Everyone is terrified.

In fact, there is no such thing as being frightened or not frightened at all now, everyone's faces are shining with black and blue light, and blood qi burst out from their bodies, rushing towards Sanshenghua.

Even the Great Elder turned pale, and roared at Elder Jian: "Quick, I can't hold on anymore."

Hearing this, Elder Jian was taken aback, and hurriedly jumped to the side of the Great Elder, with a roar, he suddenly waved his hands together, and countless restrictions rushed out frantically, and merged into the defense arranged by the Great Elder.

The third elder also didn't dare to be negligent, and urged Yaoguang Shengzi and others, and hurriedly joined the defense. This level of terrifying soul suppression, if you are not careful, you will die, and the Great Sage is no exception!

I don't know how many monks outside are rushing towards the defense desperately, but at this time, the elder and others are too busy to take care of themselves, who dares to care about the life and death of the group of people outside?

Especially Elder Jian, who stared angrily and cursed at the people who kept rushing into the formation. Now there is no great saint, only monks who are struggling to support, everyone treats them equally, and no one is better.

I don't know how many people were drained of their spirits and blood, and the terrifying aura above Sanshenghua became more and more intense. When everyone looked shocked, they yelled at the Great Elder and others.

"Beep his mother, it's in vain that I still think that the Holy Land of Shaking Light is beneficial to the world. Whoever thinks about it is just a self-centered villain!"

"Great Elder, help, quickly open the formation and let us in!"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to inherit, I don't want anything, Great Elder, please let go of the restriction and let me in!"

A group of people wailed again and again, and many people died after shouting, which made everyone sigh.

No, now no one will sigh anymore. The battle between the unknown person and the Tianxuan Saintess has involved everyone in it in a strange way.

There was a roar, and there were waves of insults to Lang Lang. The faces of the elders and the others were ashen, but they pretended not to hear them, and they only cared about stabilizing the formation.

A look of unbearable flashed across the face of the Holy Maiden of Qingquan, and suddenly she gritted her silver teeth and threw something.

During the radiance, countless people were shrouded in the radiance of the world, and immediately cheered.

The master of Qingquan Saintess sighed and did not speak, but the elder snorted coldly, took a deep look at Qingquan Saintess, and said: "Qingquan Saintess, why bother, do you think these people will appreciate you? ?”

The Saintess of Qingquan shook her head and said, "I don't need their gratitude, but it's really unbearable for Qingquan to watch these people die here."

The Great Elder laughed loudly, pointed at those people outside and said: "Human nature is inherently greedy, you alone can save a few people in this situation, it's not that I'm cynical, none of these people can leave alive now! "

The Holy Maiden of Qingquan was stunned, and said in surprise: "Although the reclusive shuttle is not a treasure of heaven and earth, it is not difficult to lock the spirit and blood of these people. Why..."

Before she finished speaking, the face of Qingquan Saintess suddenly turned livid.

A group of people surrounded by the escape shuttle outside suddenly cheered, but the other monks who were still struggling with Sanshenghua's blood energy were greatly dissatisfied, and rushed towards the escape shuttle desperately.

There were bursts of roars, and hideous faces were continuously enlarged in front of the Holy Maiden of Qingquan. The hermit shuttle could obviously cover a few people, but those monks who were rescued by the hermit shuttle also had hideous faces, and did not give others a chance at all.

"how so?"

Qingquan Saintess muttered to herself, with a look of confusion and anger.

The Great Elder and the others sneered, but did not speak.

All of this was seen by Yang Zhen, and seeing the disappointed and resentful look on the face of Qingquan Saintess, he shook his head.

This silly girl is doing bad things with good intentions!

How could the human heart be understood by a flower in her greenhouse?

This is a battle between gods and gods, and ordinary people are involved, and it's just waiting for death.

Especially those who can manipulate Sanshenghua, even if they are not as powerful as Tianxuan Saintess, I am afraid that they are almost the same. How can ordinary people dare to provoke such a big situation set up by such people?

Yang Zhen kicked Sanshenghua with one foot, with terrifying power, he directly kicked Sanshenghua into a hole.

Damn, ordinary people don't dare to provoke, is this Sao Sheng an ordinary person?

Yang Zhen blinked at Tianxuan Saintess, whose complexion was getting worse and worse, even frowning in deep sleep, regardless of whether the other party could perceive it or not, and muttered to himself: "Bi Qi Niang, The person I want to help, I don’t care what kind of monster you are? Oh yo, this local scolding by Bi Qiniang is really a good sentence!"

boom!

Sanshenghua was wounded, and a monstrous surge of Qi and blood condensed, forming a pitch-black figure in mid-air.

This figure was slender, with qi and blood surging up and down, he couldn't see his face clearly, and he couldn't even feel any vitality.

It's just that such an empty figure composed entirely of blood, staring at Yang Zhen, gave people a feeling of the end of the world.

It seems that when this guy makes a move, the whole world will collapse.

Roar!

A roar came from the figure, and it was deafening. Everyone present was shocked and hurriedly looked up.

I don't know why, after the figure appeared, Sanshenghua no longer absorbed the spirit and blood of everyone. While everyone was relieved, a feeling of fear rose in their hearts.

Most of the people rushed out of the Ten Mountains World rolling and crawling, and even the Holy Son of Yaoguang rushed out with a whoosh. He coughed and said, "I just made sure, we can go out anytime."

No one pays attention to this calf!

All the people who are still staying in the world of Ten Mountains all set their eyes on Yang Zhen.

A look of surprise and uncertainty flashed across the face of the Great Elder, and he muttered to himself: "This kid, is there nothing he is afraid of in this world?"

Qingquan Saintess stared blankly at Yang Zhen, and asked in a low voice, "What is he going to do?"

What is Yang Zhen going to do?

This bastard dared to make an enemy of the person who did something to Sanshenghua!

This... Is this what people do?

Just when everyone was wondering whether to leave this place or not, a wave of thoughts enveloped the entire world of Ten Mountains.

"It's Tianxuan Saintess, she... she told us to leave this place!"

"Don't stick crystals on your face. The Holy Maiden of Tianxuan asked Yang Zhen to leave this place. In this thought, there is a sense of gratitude. Don't you think that the Holy Maiden of Tianxuan is grateful to you?"

"This Yang Zhen... he wants to help Tianxuan Saintess, who does he think he is, the blood man in front of him is at least a powerful existence at the same level as Tianxuan Saintess."

"Say this again, I will blow your head off, I don't know what you are, I only know that Yang Zhen saved my life!"

"Beep his mother, didn't Yang Zhen save me?"

While a group of people were discussing, the faces of the Great Elder and the others were uncertain.

At this moment, the blood man suddenly raised a hand and aimed at Yang Zhen!

"Walk!"

An unusually strong idea swept over, and this time everyone could even hear the sound.

It was Tianxuan Saintess, with three points of anger, five points of gratitude, and two points of helplessness!

"Let's go?" Yang Zhen laughed loudly, and the Da Que sword in his hand suddenly burst into blood.

nonexistent!

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