Chapter 4709 4.0461 The Abyss of the Sacrifice Sea Opens

One after another, the howls of ghosts and wolves scattered from the abyss under the sea and pierced directly into Qiaoqiao's eardrums.

"Ghost descending talisman, open!" Qiao Mu's icy expression contained a dash of evil spirit.

While throwing out a holy gold talisman ghost descending talisman in his hand, he directly gave instructions, "Destroy the patriarch of the Wangchuanlong clan, immediately!"

Long Xu, who was rushing to follow him quickly, had a hint of anxiety deep in his eyes.

"Jojo!"

"grandmother--"

Why did the grandmother have to be with Qiao Qiao, until now, in an endless situation?

Can't they both get along well?

A slight twist of pleasure flashed on Long Qian's face, his eyes were like torches, and he turned to shoot at Qiaomu, shouting, "No one can resist the power of the abyss of sacrifice!"

"Ah! Ah ah ah!" Her body suddenly felt as if she had been slammed, her abdomen, sternum, face and arms all suffered a few heavy blows, and she couldn't help crying.

Suddenly, it seemed as if an invisible and enormous force had pinched the throat bone.

Long Qian's face was ashen, struggling to make a sound, but he could only watch himself, his feet gradually leaving the ground.

It was as if an invisible man was standing in front of him, locking her throat with one hand, and lifting her off the ground easily with one hand.

What kind of terrible power is this?

Ghost descendant?

What is that!

Mu Qiao, how many trump cards have not been dispatched yet.

Obviously she has broken through the Spiritual Venerable Realm, why is she still being restrained by this little girl who is only the fifth level of the Spiritual Realm?

"Grandmother!" Long Xiangyun slid the sea water forcefully and came to the front. Seeing Long Qian's appearance, she couldn't help being secretly startled.

Long Hui only felt a dry, faint smell of blood in the depths of his throat.

He could hardly speak.

In fact, after the opening of the Sea of ​​Sacrifice Abyss, the surrounding sea water and the boiling heat made those cultivators whose cultivation realms were above the god realm feel a suffocating depression.

This sea water is like a layer of lava.

The water flowing around is all like boiling water, with bubbling bubbles.

Qiao Mu looked blankly at Long Qian, who was strangled by the ghost, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"No, don't, talk to me if you have something to say. Qiao Qiao." Long Hui looked at Qiao Mu with a slightly terrified expression, and tried to persuade him, "You can't kill your grandmother. She is also your grandmother! Qiao Qiao, you can't do this. Do."

"I know that you are feeling uncomfortable and distressed, but, but, how can you, a girl, bear the notoriety of killing your grandmother?"

"Jojo, let her go, I promise, after this incident, grandmother will never..."

"Damn liar." Qiao Mu interrupted Long Hui's voice with a cold expression, "What guarantee do you take?"

The look in her eyes made Long Hui, who was looking at him, wince slightly.

It was a look of extreme distrust.

Jojo would never trust him again.

She called him a dead liar and would never trust him again.

Yes, it was he who completely wiped out her trust with his own hands.

Long Qian's eyes were full of anger, she couldn't open her mouth to speak, she could only make a small sound from her throat.

Long Xiangyun only felt that her body was hot.

Looking down, the bare skin on his arms was already reddened by the boiling water around him.

Today, they are like standing on a flaming volcano.