After Qingge left Lushui Pavilion, he carried Xiaomaotuan and Ji Yue back to his residence.
The moment the door closed, Qingge turned around and threw the small meat ball on the ground.
A strong and brilliant light burst out from the small meat ball. In the light, the body of the meat ball twisted, gradually expanding, and becoming larger.
Qingge's eyes reflected a shimmering light. As the flow was flowing, a noble and evil man in a brocade black robe walked out slowly. He wrapped his hands around his chest, three thousand black hairs fell from the light to his waist, and the ends of his hair were dotted with stars.
He looked at Qingge in complexity, his eyes moved downward, looking at the woman's white bi flawless and slender hands. Before that, he saw her with his own eyes as if torture her hands, just to remember the pain in a moment.
"Have you seen enough?" Ji Yue said unhappily.
Wuyou curled the corners of his lips and smiled, "Where can you see enough?"
Ji Yue had a dark face and a vaguely violent anger.
"Where is Fuxi?" Qingge asked.
This is what she is most worried about.
"I can't find it." A dark look flashed in Wuyou's eyes, and then he lowered his head in disappointment.
"What happened? Why can't Fuxi find it? Why did you fall into the hands of the Lord of the Saint Luo City and Ming Qianjue?" asked Qingge.
Wuyou narrowed his eyes, suppressed his wild anger, and told the whole story of the matter in detail.
When a group of four people came out of the plane tunnel, they encountered a tunnel storm. Xi Ziyan and Ji Yue both tried their best to protect Qingge. Wuyou, who was slightly behind, endured a large-scale tunnel storm. Fuxi was
His eyes were interfered with by the aftermath of the tunnel storm and he was already blind.
Without the seven-star pupils, the conditions are limited. Not to mention activating the seven-star formation, even walking is in panic. Wuyou is even stimulated by the storm, and his cultivation has retreated and he directly fell from the intermediate holy beast to the advanced monster.
Wuyou said he was very frustrated-
However, even the advanced monsters are still the peak of their strength in the four-star continent. If he had not been separated from Qingge and had been plotted by Ming Qian, he would not have fallen into prison.
Ming Qianjue's divination method became more and more perfect, and Fuxi's eyes were blind, and Wuyou caught Ming Qianjue's path.
When fleeing, Wuyou and Fuxi's troops were divided into two groups. Wuyou, who was covered in wounds and physically overdrawn, was surrounded by more than 200 Jingwei, the city lord of Shengluo City, fought to trap beasts, and destroyed all the Jingweiwei in one breath while struggling to death.
But he had only one last breath left and was put into the mysterious iron cage by the city lord's spiritual master secret guard.
As for Fu Xi, his whereabouts are unknown.
"Ming Qianjue——"
Qingge lowered his eyes, clenched his hands, his body tensed, and the unfathomable light shone with bloodthirsty and cruel light in his unfathomable eyes.
"Walk--"
Qingge walked out quickly, Wuyou was slightly stunned, and he walked? Where to go?
"The tiger falls into the sun and is bullied by a dog, and the dragon is trapped in the shallows and is caught by a shrimp show. Let me tell her which dogs rely on human power to bully you." When he passed by, Ji Yue said so.
Wuyou raised his eyes and was happy, his steps shaking gently, and he kept up with Qingge's pace.
If someone had told him before that his intermediate holy beast needed a twelve-level innate cultivator to find a place for him, he would definitely slap people away with one slap.
But now, it feels like being protected by others, actually is not bad.
The three of them cruised in the city lord's mansion like ghosts and went to the southeast.
There is a place where the stubborn monsters are imprisoned, called the Prison Beast Pavilion.
As soon as he approached, Qingge heard the sound of snake whip passing by and the roar of the monsters at the top of his lungs. The whine of the moment before he died, the smell of blood and rotten lingered in his nose, and there seemed to be something rolling in his stomach, and it was hard to smell disgusting.
"Who attacked you by the person inside?" Qingge asked.
"All." Wuyou said with hatred.
He was put into the Xuanjing Iron Cage, weak. In just a few hours, the slaves of the Prisoner Pavilion tried to torture him in a different way, broke his wings and left a mark on his body with hot iron.
If there are bad people, they will pluck their hair and insert needles, and they will be in pain.
The pain was second-best, and he could not bear it. He was proud and noble, and was beaten and scolded by a group of villains.
"very good."
Qingge's cold face was filled with an extremely cold smile, the cruel factors in the bone marrow and blood were ready to move, dark green eyes were looking bloodily at the plaque "Prisoning Beast Pavilion" carved in front of the door of the small building with rich spiritual energy, she walked
Bu Jingxin stepped on the cold and lonely steps, like the dark night emperor and the undead in the underworld, peeling and cramping humans.
The handsome and evil man followed her from left to right, showing his face from the dark and enchanting night.
Bang—
He kicked the golden painted door open, and the bloody wind poured into his nose, and a few strands of curved white hair fell into his ears.
"Who dares to be arrogant in the Prison Beast Pavilion?" The person in charge of the Prison Beast Pavilion came in a python robe, holding a five-foot sword in his hand, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, wide eyes, and wide eyes, looking at Qingge with a strong aura.
Behind the man, the sword guards formed a semicircle in an orderly manner, and the crossbowmen squatted in the corner of the wall, and the sharp arrows pointed at Qingge mercilessly. With a command, they moved their hands slightly and broke in.
The three people in the Beast Prison Pavilion will be penetrated by thousands of arrows.
Qingge laughed more and more presumptuously.
She raised her hand and pointed at the bright moon. The golden sleeves were folded down and piled up at the bend of her arms, revealing her snow-white jade arms. Her skin was blown and she was clean and elegant, and her temperament was vast. The woman was surrounded by a crazy killing aura.
Her mind moved slightly, and her spiritual power closed the open golden painted door.
Wherever his eyes were, the guards of the three armies were silent as if they were falling into the abyss, and they could not even hold the bow, crossbow, sword and sword.
The words were bright and gentle, but the words they spit swept away like a storm, "Tonight, no one can leave."
An innocent person?
Oh--
Now she is also thorough. Who is innocent in the world today?
Only dead people are innocent!
"What an arrogant girl, do you know that this is the city lord's mansion, and it's not your turn to be arrogant." The people in power were furious.
Qingge didn't speak, but just walked forward slowly.
The head is wrapped in a phoenix bun, and the jade steps are swaying in the center, holding golden beads. When walking, the wind is flowing with the sleeves, the golden beads are shaking, making a lonely and pleasant sound, just like the oriole coming out of the valley, and the nightingale singing softly,
It makes people feel confused and fall into the prison of death.
It was an invitation letter from the God of Death that led to the underworld.
Seeing this, the person in power frowned slightly and was very nervous.
The Prison Beast Pavilion is isolated from the world. I only know that today's dinner party, and I also know that the people attending the banquet include the Four Kings Ye Qingge, but he racked his brains and never thought that the person who came to massacre the Prison Beast Pavilion would be the distinguished guests invited by their city lord.
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The people in power lingered at Ji Yue, Wuyou and the other two, and their eyebrows seemed to be tied to death, and he smelled a powerful breath.
"Girl, cause and effect reincarnation, the Prison Beast Pavilion believes that it has never offended the girl. Why is it like this?" The tone of the power softened three times, but the attitude was still unquestionable.
If he was so scared that he would urinate, the guards of the Beast Pavilion would have their morale to be depressed and their hearts were bleak.
Then they lost to the dog before they could fight. (To be continued)