He gave up escaping and ascended to heaven, and returned to the place of death.
The night is surging, but the stars in the sky are like the tears of departing people. They have dazzling beauty, but the beauty is thrilling and heartbreaking.
As soon as Feng Wuxin and Yan Fei emerged from the Yin Clan's formation, their suppressed power instantly surged back.
"Boom." The purple light boomed, the ball of light broke open, and two figures frantically rushed back to the re-closed Hidden Clan formation.
However, this formation cannot be broken from the outside.
No matter how many kinds of destruction and howling, it will not help.
The big black cover shrouded this space under the vast night sky and was indestructible.
Under the night sky, a crazy and hoarse roar was heard, dust flew up, and spread throughout the sky.
Along with the crying of the purple ball of light flying farther and farther, I felt heartbroken and sad.
The night is breathtakingly beautiful.
At this time, under the large black cover filled with black mist, the purple Buddha lotus and the blue tornado breathed together, and they rushed up in the black mist.
Silver hair danced wildly, and in mid-air, Yun Shitian looked like a murderous god with a fierce aura.
Opposite him, the cloud-swallowing Pixiu, with its teeth and claws snarling, shines with astonishing blue light and is majestic.
A tornado full of devouring power roared in.
Three small mountains of purple Buddha lotuses flew away.
"Boom." Just heard an earth-shattering collision sound shrouded in black mist.
The color of the sky and the earth changes, and the sun and moon lose their light.
The breath is messy and flying wildly.
The violent wind that shot out was like a sharp knife, exploding in all directions, causing the entire space to ripple.
And while the exploding breath was flying, the black tornado suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if there was an invisible wall in front of it, blocking its path forward.
And during this brief pause, the tornado slowly spread out, began to collapse, and began to disintegrate.
The finely divided sand flew down and fell apart.
The three purple Buddha lotuses in front of Yun Shitian also froze and began to crack and shatter one by one.
Just like the exquisite purple crystal lotus, cracked into pieces.
In a tangible way, they scattered in all directions.