Mysterious God-level Scan

In front of him, the black fog is not so strong, it is slightly faded, and the smell of blood is faintly emitted from the fog.

"It would have been better if I handed over the box earlier, it was a waste of my time."

The black mist is like smoke, floating in the sky,

Made a cold voice.

"You have offended my Lan Zong, and you will eventually suffer the wrath of my ancestors. The box cannot be handed over to you. You are dead."

The old man coughed up blood, and his blood was unhappy.

The voice fell!

The old man's body glowed, burning and boiling.

There are terrifying waves that emanate from his body, tearing apart the sky, and a divine fire collapses the void.

He is blowing himself up!

"You can't bear the revenge of a "fairy"."

The old man speaks a word.

The news dissipated.

see this scene.

The pair of scarlet pupils in the black fog burst into sparkle.

A sword cut through.

and at the same moment.

A strange black light rushed out of the old man's body.

The old man's self-destruction was unsuccessfully intercepted by the black fog.

At the same moment, the black light spun around the old man's body and returned to Hei Wu's hands.

Mixed in its black light this quaint little wooden box

It was the small wooden box carrying the Eight Emperor Jade.

"Xian?"

The black mist looked coldly at the drooping body of the old man with his eyes closed, his eyes full of ridicule.

"What's the fear of immortals, if it is "Emperor", we will be afraid of three points" , . . .

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A sarcastic one.

The black mist slowly disappeared.

Ye Zicang was in the distance, listening to all the words of Hei Wu.

Brows furrowed.

This force actually came for that wooden box?

"Emperor? What is that? Is it stronger than a fairy?"

Xiaota asked aloud with doubts.

Hearing Xiaota's voice, Ye Zicang recovered from his thoughts.

Nod.

"hiss"

Around the small tower is familiar with ancient and ancient history, and after a long period of time, it still sucks in the air.

A being stronger than immortals, Emperor!

But still only afraid of three points?

What a huge force behind that.

With a wave of hands, it may be possible to crush a big world.

"Let's go"

Ye Zi Cang looked at the corpse of the closed-eyed old man, where Feng Zhanxiao and the cold and arrogant girl, who had long since been affected by the war, spoke softly.

Although it was only a brief encounter, the old man's manners towards Ye Cang and Feng Zhanxiao's etiquette were also good.

Thinking in his heart, Ye Zicang thought of the Emperor Jade that he had already obtained.

Perhaps this is a small reward for the closed-eyed old man.

That faction killed Di Lanzong's group, but what they got in the end was just an empty box.

If the old man knew, he would be comforted in his heart.

Um!what to do

Ye Zi Cang found himself a little sentimental.