Chapter 693 (1/2)

Night qianhan's face is reflected in the center of the pattern of the nether world, which makes a little strange in her heart. She waves the cold whip, but she feels weak all over her body.

Hum!

Linghai trembled fiercely, and the action of night qianhan suddenly became sluggish. The cold whip in the hand, the cold air on the body, and even the Linghai became extremely sluggish, and there was no sense of fluency.

”Younger martial sister, do your best Gu Jingtian's mind was highly concentrated, and he gave a light drink to Liu Shiyun.

Hearing Gu Jingtian's words, Liu Shiyun immediately made a move.

On top of her head, a huge Purple Star spirit appeared, and a touch of purple light rose to the sky, as if attracted by the stars in the sky, turning into a terrible purple light tide. Suddenly, the void trembled, and it roared towards the cold night below.

”Seal it for me!” Facing the attack of Liu Shiyun, there is no fear on night qianhan's face. She gushes out a terrible cold air, whistling and sweeping the air. It is only for a moment that the purple light tide is frozen and frozen in the air.

Night qianhan sneered, just ready to fight back, she felt more and more weak, could not control the cold, her body reeled, her face suddenly became extremely pale.

At this time, the star light was shining again. In just a moment, it annihilated all the cold air, which was irresistible. Even the cold whip Wuling became dim and dim at this time, and it was difficult to stop the attack.

Poof!

Purple light tide approaching body, night thousands of cold stuffy hum, mouth immediately exudes red blood stains, every purple light, like a sharp blade, invades into her body, releasing the terrible power of my repression.

”Die!” At night, a cold voice came out of his mouth. At the center of his eyebrows, there was a bright light, as if he could open the nine hell. In the twinkling of light, the frightful cold air erupted completely.

Outside the ancient city, Gu Tianjiao and Lin Jingxuan made all-out efforts to break out a strong attack. However, in the face of this glimmer of light, the terrorist attack was useless and turned into ice flowers.

At this time, the purple light reappears. When it comes to contact with the purple light tide, ice flowers are immediately formed. But different from the last time, these ice flowers appear not long ago, and the body shivers violently at night.

A mouthful of blood, spit out from the night qianhan's mouth, her pale face became even more frightening, completely without the slightest blood color, her eyes opened wide, some unbelievable self said: ”just now, Jiuyou cold heart actually ate me back?”

Language, night qianhan eyebrow at the center of the light completely disappeared, her body trembled more severe, blood spat out one after another, dyed sleeves red, abnormal glare.

”Do you feel very puzzled that the treasure you refined will suddenly eat back?” The cold and starlight dissipated at the same time, and the figure of the ancient Jingtian appeared, walking slowly from the distance, with a thick dimple on the corner of his mouth.

”My martial spirit, named Youming Gutong, ranks among the seven levels. The martial spirit talent I awakened can communicate with the nothingness of the nether world, so as to lower the light of the mantra. However, the body of everyone reflected will become extremely weak, even the martial spirit.”

”Your body becomes weak, even the spirit sea is difficult to run smoothly. In addition, with the continuous blockade of Purple Star Wuling, you will not only be unable to motivate Zhibao, but will be devoured by Zhibao and self mutilated.”

He stood in front of the night qianhan, looked up triumphantly, and said with a loud smile: ”the ancient pupil of the nether world suppresses your fighting power, and the purple star warrior spirit seriously injures your body. This is the great gift I have prepared for you!”

After that, the purple tide roared over again. The purple light was deep, and it was full of extremely strong power to suppress the enemy. The spirit night was chilly, and he didn't dare to force the enemy, so he retreated madly.