Queen of the Underworld: Don't be too arrogant, woman

She could feel Dao Muhuang's trembling, that was a kind of disbelief and sadness rising from the bottom of her heart.

Fengyun's eyes turned red, and he stretched out his arms to hug Muhuang tightly.

"Tell me." Muhuang grasped Fengyun's hand tightly.

"Okay." Fengyun hugged Muhuang, although he knew that what she said would make Muhuang heartbroken, but it was the truth.

But on the other side where Feng Yun and the other four were entangled, the situation changed. [

"Disha, you are not qualified to compete with my mountain lord." In the cold air, the words of the immortal master resounded in the air.

Accompanied by his sound, three masters in golden armor immediately shot towards Di Sha.

The other members of the Golden Armored Team came from behind the Black Hellman.

Approaching layer by layer, the two sides of the wind began to besiege the people of the Black Hell.

"Golden armor team?" Disha's eyebrows darkened when he saw the figure appearing out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, he realized: "What an old man, so everything is just a show."

As soon as the sound fell, Disha sneered immediately.

"It's really worth it, my eldest disciple dares to destroy it."

A mocking voice resounded through the air, causing Mu Huang's body to tremble twice.

The onlookers knew that Disha was not an insider, so he understood the formation just by seeing it.

If it weren't for his spies on Wuji Mountain to see Mu Huang sent out of the mountain gate with his own eyes.

If he hadn't seen Yan Luo's breakup and anger, he would have really wanted to kill Fengyun.

Today, he would not bring so many black hell masters and rush forward like this.

Because he didn't make perfect arrangements.

He will do it secretly.

But now, he was actually overshadowed by this old bald donkey.

However, the evil emperor is afraid that his old bald donkey will not be able to pay the result of his efforts.

"If you want to capture me, it's up to you, old bald donkey." Disha sneered.

Then a whistling sound pierced through the sky. [

The masters of the black hell who were fighting on their own just now formed a team and formed an array.

The already chilly aura of spiritual power floated up in an instant.

It is more prosperous than before.

And the Wujishan masters of the Jinjia team, who seemed to be prepared for all these changes, pressed forward one by one with expressionless faces, ready to fight.

Black and gold collided immediately on this land.

"No one from the black hell will be left behind."

Under the colliding sky, Yan Luo's ice-cold voice resounded in all directions.

That is a kind of deep hatred.

The autumn wind suddenly blows, chilling everywhere.