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Tan Ningbing, Long Youran, and Xiu Mei have not been captured yet.

However, as if they had a premonition of their tragic fate, their expressions became extremely ugly.

In the fire sacrificial platform, the surrounding flames were burning.

Wang Xiaojian and Yin Yiling are in the fire sacrificial altar.

However, he also saw the outside scene with his spiritual consciousness.

Wang Xiaojian originally wanted to fish in troubled waters.

However, at this time, his eyes were cold.

He stood up, and a strong murderous intent emanated from his body.

Yin Yiling's spiritual consciousness is not as powerful as Wang Xiaojian's.

She only heard the shouts of killing from outside, she didn't see Tan Ningbing, Long Youran being surrounded, and she didn't hear what the third elder of the Spiritual Refining Sect said.

Seeing the murderous intent emanating from Wang Xiaojian, he asked Wang Xiaojian: "Luna, what's wrong with you? What are you doing?"

Wang Xiaojian's eyes shone with an icy cold light.

With a flash of light in his hand, Kuixing's Spiritual Sword was already in his hand, and he said to Yin Yiling, "Senior Sister Linger, I'm going to kill people! You stay here. Don't go out."

"Luna!"

Yin Yiling was startled, worried about Wang Xiaojian's safety.

However, her voice did not fall.

Without turning his head back, Wang Xiaojian spread his true energy wings and rushed out of the raging fire!

The first thousand and 830 chapters of the moonlight

In the big formation, the battle continued fiercely.

In order to avoid the attack from the experts of the Spirit Refining Sect, Tan Ningbing and Long Youran spent a lot of energy.

And Xiu Mei has reached the limit.

Xiu Mei was almost exhausted, but she still kept dodging with the unique movement skills of the Demon Puppet Sect.

The third elder, Han Yunting, spread his true energy wings and stood in the air.

Her sharp eyes locked on Xiu Mei.

Xiu Mei's appearance is extremely beautiful, and she is one of the top ten beauties in Zhonglanyu.

However, in the eyes of the third elder Han Yunting, it was very dazzling.

She sneered and gave the order, "Xiu Mei is at the end of her strength, take her down! Whoever catches Xiu Mei, I will allow him to dispose of Xiu Mei as he pleases!"

"Yes, Third Elder!"

A disciple of the Spirit Refining Sect suddenly became excited.

Almost every male disciple had evil and vicious thoughts in their hearts.

Xiu Mei is the princess of the Demon Puppet Sect, and one of the top ten beauties in the Zhonglan Region.

And the third elder actually allowed them to deal with her at will.

Almost every male disciple of the Spirit Refining Sect present wanted to do the same thing.

Thousands of powerful men surrounded and killed Xiu Mei.

They each display their tyrannical martial arts.

Fist light and palm wind bombarded towards Xiu Mei together.

Xiu Mei's face turned pale, and she dodged with all her strength.

But still did not escape.

With a bang, a palm wind hit her back, wounding her body, spurting blood from her mouth, and falling from the sky.

Fell on the grass slope.

"Take down Xiu Mei!"

Seeing this, a strong man from the Spirit Refining Sect rushed towards Xiu Mei even more excitedly.

A middle-aged man named Fang Ming rushed the fastest.

His feet landed beside Xiu Mei.

The wings of zhenqi on his back hadn't been retracted yet, so he grabbed Xiu Mei's chest excitedly.

Fang Ming is a deacon of the Spirit Refining Sect.

Normally, when facing Princess Xiu Mei of the Demon Puppet Gate, she wouldn't even dare to raise her head.For fear of profane eyes, this noble princess was annoyed.

But by this time.

His excited body trembled.

At this moment, his hand reached for Xiu Mei.

He wanted to catch her, and then bring her to the third elder, Han Yunting, to claim credit from Han Yunting.

If you can get what you want.

Then death is worth it!

Seeing Xiu Mei's panicked and pale face, Fang Ming's eyes sparkled with excitement.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded in the air.

"Are you looking for death?!"

The icy voice seemed to come from the Nine Heavens of Frost.

Surrounded by murderous intent, it was the feeling of falling into an ice cellar, which made Fang Ming's body tremble, and his hair stood on end.

Fang Ming followed the direction of the source of the voice and looked up.

I saw a figure in white clothes coming towards him at a high speed.