"It still doesn't work?" The most desperate thing is to see hope but be disappointed again. Yu Qing lowered her head, but she still couldn't escape after all.
"No, what I mean is that this restriction can be solved, but it will take time!" Ye Chen's eyes narrowed and he said firmly.
"Really?" The girl heard this and looked at Ye Chen again, her eyes filled with clarity.
Ye Chen nodded slightly and said: "Before that, I still need to set up the formation again!"
…
At the same time, somewhere else.
"How is it? Have you ever found out the whereabouts of the Dark Saint?" At this moment, the islands of the Lost Sea are covered with spies from Youtian Palace.
"Someone interfered, but our people once captured weak breath fluctuations, near the Lost Sea!"
A young man who looked like a leader stood with his hands behind his back, quietly listening to the reports of his subordinates.
"Where are the boys who resisted?"
"Hui... Hui Han, Master... is still running away, but the boy leading him is injured, so he probably won't be able to escape far!"
The young man who was headed by someone called "Sir" snorted coldly, exuding a smart murderous intention: "A bunch of trash!"
"Young Master will be here soon. You can't even catch a few bugs. I'll go there in person. You continue to search for the Dark Saint!"
"Yes!" Everyone took the order and left!
Han Feng's armor casts a cold light under the bright moonlight.
"I'll capture you before the young master arrives at dawn!"
His eyes narrowed slightly, his figure flashed, and he disappeared from the spot.
…
At this moment, Yu Qingyin's brother was not feeling well at this moment.
"Boss, all the brothers..." Xiao Wu stood in front of the man in black holding a steel gun, his hands covered with blood. Beside him were the bodies of several high-spirited young people.
His expression was peaceful, but his life was gone.
"Xiao Wu, I'm sorry for you..." At this moment, the steel gun that the man in black was holding was trembling, and his whole body began to tremble.
With this tremor, the wounds under the black clothes began to tear open again, and the strong smell of blood began to fill the air.
Xiaowu's short figure stood in front of the man in black, trying to step forward to help him, but he staggered out of exhaustion and fell in front of his companion's body.
"I don't know how Xiaoyu is doing now!" The man in black kept spilling blood from his mouth. He wanted to help Xiaowu, but he couldn't lift his hand.
This battle was almost his ultimate.
He doesn't have Ye Chen's incredible physical body and recovery ability.
"It turns out there are a few insects huddled here!" Han Feng's indifferent voice came. The back of the tree trunk was reflected in the moonlight, and the armor gave off a cold light, shining on the eyes of the man in black.
"Who do I think it is? It turns out to be Yu Jue, the third-ranked Blood Shura on the Lost Shura List!" Han Feng obviously knew the man in black, "Why, this dark saint Yu Qingyin has an irreconcilable relationship with you, and she doesn't hesitate to fight for it.
No matter how much money you have, you still want to steal people from my Youtian Palace!"
The man in black was silent, just staring at Han Feng suspended in mid-air.
Xiao Wu subconsciously stood up and stood in front of Yujue. His thin body could not even cover the steel gun.
"Xiaowu, stand down!" Yujue stood up with a steel gun and stopped him.
Xiaowu's thin body turned and looked back at Yujue: "Boss, follow your brother and you will not regret it!"
That thin body snatched the steel gun from Yujue's hand and rushed towards Han Feng above the sky!
"Xiaowu, no!" Yujue screamed, but the thin figure rushing out could no longer stop him!
Han Feng just glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and said coldly: "A cricket is shaking a tree, you are not overestimating your own capabilities!"
Looking at the thin figure rushing towards him, Han Feng snorted. Before the cold light from the tip of the spear reached Han Feng's eyes, a huge phantom hand had already pinched Xiao Wu's neck.
The phantom held his hand, and blood spread to the ground. The man named Xiao Wu fell to the ground, lingering for breath.
"you dare!"
Yujue let out a desperate roar and tried to rush forward to fight Han Feng for his life, but he was controlled by Han Feng's thoughts!
"Boss... boss... hurry up, hurry up!" Xiao Wu seemed to be still alive at this moment, vomiting blood, his red eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and his whole person began to shine with a light!
"Self-destruction, this lunatic!" Han Feng frowned. No one wanted to be swept away by the storm of self-destruction, so he backed away.
"boom!"
The violent roar overturned the sky. Xiaowu was also a strong man in the Baijia realm. The power of the Baijia realm's self-destruction swept the world in an instant!
The sky and the earth changed color, and above the Lost Sea, thunder began to tear apart the sky and wreak havoc on the sea.
For a while, it was impossible to escape this disaster on the island!
Countless thunder calamities as thick as a bowl are raging on the island. Once the weak spies sent by Youtian Palace encounter them, they will immediately turn into ashes!
Han Feng's eyes were fierce as he looked at the battlefield where the dust had dispersed after the explosion, but there was no one there.
Yujue's figure has also disappeared.
"Hmph, let's see where you can run!" Han Feng snorted coldly, slapped off a falling thunderbolt, and floated away in a flash.
…
Youtian Palace.
"The three palace masters have just received news from the Great Elder of the Yin Demon Temple!"
"Nian!" Three middle-aged people of different shapes were sitting on the jade luan in the main hall, and one of them opened his eyes slightly.
"The palace master of our clan has come out of seclusion. I hope that the three palace masters will immediately take action to capture the dark saint of our clan alive. If..."
"Keep reading!"
"If there is even the slightest mistake, Youtian Palace will be destroyed!"
The servant who reported the news sat down on the main hall.
He never imagined that this was a threat!
Hearing this, the three middle-aged men of different shapes led by them in the main hall opened their eyes one after another, with a flash of resentment in their eyes, but they were all silent.
"Second, second and third, you guys go there in person and take Ming'er with you to practice!" the middle-aged man at the head ordered.
"Brother, the Yin Demon Temple has gone too far to bully others. Are the three of us afraid that we can't defeat him alone?" The second master of Youtian Temple said angrily at this moment.
"Second brother, please don't be impulsive. The situation is not clear yet. I will just wait and go to hold down the battle and wait and see what happens!" The third hall master's sharp eyes realized that things were not that simple.
"That old guy has not appeared in the world for more than five hundred years. Now he has come to retreat in the hinterland of my Youtian Palace..."
"I'm afraid that there is something wrong with that dark saint. If we capture her first, we will take the initiative!" A figure of a young man in a blood-colored robe appeared in the minds of the three masters of Youtian Palace...
"Third brother, you will be in charge, and second brother, you will be responsible for assisting!" The middle-aged man at the head stood up and said calmly with his hands behind his back.
The remaining two people looked at each other and walked away.