Peerless Beauty: The Concubine Fights the Sky

Taken from the depths of the ground, it is a real fire that will never be extinguished.

Ordinary firewood, karmic fire, where can it be compared with it.

As soon as the saint clan made a move, it was like fire from the ground. It seems that today they really want to kill these two people who were so magnificent in the past.

This thought flashed through the minds of the spectators around, but no one spoke up or made a move. Speaking for these two well-known Pluto traitors in the territory of the Saints, they almost wanted to die.

Besides, they are just spectators, spectators.

The wind blows and comes whistling.

The ground fire that started a prairie fire in an instant whizzed up the wind, and rushed towards Bei Mingheng and Shengyan who were tied up on the cross.

On the cross, Bei Mingheng, who had been looking down at everything below with a smile on his face, saw this faint smile, ignored any movement below, and turned his head to look at the holy face beside him.

At the same time, Shengyan also turned to look at him.

The two looked at each other with faint smiles in their eyes.

Life is different, death is the same point, this is also a kind of happiness, isn't it.

Moreover, no one will disturb them in the future, no one will try to break them up, this is a blessing in disguise, no.

A smile is engraved in the eyes, on the face, and even more in the heart.

The glazed fire curtain rolled up, and everything it passed was burnt to powder when it touched it, and flew with the wind, surrounding Beimingheng and Shengyan on the cross from all directions.

In the fiery red color, the faces of Bei Mingheng and Shengyan looking at each other and smiling, almost sparkled everyone's eyes, brighter than the glazed fire.

"Give an explanation to the saints, the royal family, and everyone on Pluto, and whoever will give them an explanation." At the moment when Bei Mingheng and Shengyan were about to be burned, a voice colder than the patriarch of the saints resounded in the air middle.

Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared out of thin air, standing in mid-air above the altar.

Black clothes and robes, moving with the wind, can't see the face clearly, can't see the truth.

"Who?" The person guarding the Holy Clan's torture hall below immediately roared, and several figures were about to shoot at the man in black as fast as lightning.

Standing in mid-air, the man in black saw a flash of anger in his eyes, turned his wrist out of thin air, and a small phoenix flower stand appeared in his palm.

Wrapping your fingertips around the phoenix flower stand, the phoenix flower stand suddenly bloomed, and the inhalation was as continuous as the sea. I don’t know how many fires from the sky,