He raised his head and smiled contemptuously at her and said, "If your practice is to destroy everything in the world, then I can't pretend to turn a blind eye."
He pointed to the wild flowers on both sides of the road, "Their lives, such beautiful lives, were destroyed by the hateful music of your witch tribe."
Yes, the flowers where Wu Yin passed have withered, and the grass that has been trampled by the musicians' feet also looks bleak as if it has been corroded.
"That's because they're not strong enough—"
The princess laughed and said, "Anything that is not strong enough will be destroyed by something stronger than it. This is the law of nature and no one can change it."
"Yeah?"
Yuanyang smiled and said: "Then I will prove to you that I am stronger than you, and no one can destroy the flowers and plants I want to protect."
At the same time, his blue magic weapon flew towards the Witch Clan princess at lightning speed, but the princess flicked her head and dodged the blue magic weapon's fierce attack.
When she turned back and looked forward, she saw that Qianyang's clothes had changed from weird and nondescript clothes into golden sacred robes. The wind blew his robes flying.
His blue magic weapon missed a hit and then quickly returned to his hand. Now he no longer thinks about the cold the witch brought to him at the beginning. He just wants to conquer her.
The Wu tribe musicians played their pipes and flutes more passionately and gloomily, and the black and almost destructive sound waves spread out in circles, affecting the flowers far away in the surroundings, and even the tall trees began to spread their wine.
And the leaves fall in a desolate and desolate manner
The Witch Clan Princess had already flown out of her carriage. The fallen and broken leaves were gathered together by a mass of black energy emitted from her ten fingers to form a round, constantly rotating leaf ball. She stood high on the leaf ball.
Above, she uses the constant rotation of the leaf ball to fly her own soft and soft body
He stood on the blue robe, surrounded by boundless wind. The wind filled his robe and made it roar like a majestic flag.
One side of his robe extended infinitely. After the extension, the area became larger and smaller, and then tore into two sides. While wrapping around the waist of the Witch Clan Princess and holding her up high, it quickly became stiff.
Like an iron pillar knocking down the leaf ball, trying to break it into pieces