Chapter 1790 (2/2)

Then the ninth master of martial arts bowed his head inconceivably. Under his gaze, the Fu Secretary box held by the former had been torn in two, while the other part had already melted into the wind of Qing and Jin Dynasty and dissipated.

The next breath, a feeling of anger to the extreme, burst out in the sea of knowledge, just a moment later, this emotion completely turned into a raging wind, cutting outward.

”Boom boom!”

The mountains were broken, the earth cracked, and countless strong winds chopped up the fog that had been hidden in all directions, then turned it into more delicate powder, spread out to cover the whole gorge.

”Get out of here.”

Then a violent roar came out, and the extremely fierce hurricane blew out the fog in all directions in the gorge, revealing the crushing and tragic scene in the gorge.

On the land of the gorge, countless shocking wounds crisscross it. At the same time, most of the mountains on both sides collapse under the explosive power.

The collapse of the mountains means that within the labyrinth of Wushan and Haixia mountains, all routes through this road are cut off.

It is worth mentioning that at this time, Li Zeng, who was lying on the ground at last, was just like the half box in Bo Lin's hand and disappeared completely in a moment.

As the ninth of the ten sages in shengtingwu palace, Bo Ling is so high in his life. Under his nose, he has lost his treasure and Li Zeng. What a shame.

”Roar!”

Next breath, Bo Ling in the gorge raised his hands, raised his head to the sky and let out a roar. Then, like the roar of a storm, he continued to roll out”No matter who you are, I will find out who you are, and then I will tear you to pieces and kill you thousands of times!”

Bo Ling roared from the sky, pierced the fog, and the rolling thick fog in the mountain sea spread out violently, even across the rolling mountains. It sounded in the ears of a large number of monks who were shuttling in the gorge.

At the same time, about two hundred miles away from the roaring gorge of Bolin, a ray of green and golden wind suddenly appeared in the rolling fog. At the same time, there was a dull hum.

After the murmur came out, a figure was directly thrown out of the wind of Qingjin and hit on the ground. After rolling for several times, the voice from Li Zeng came out:

”zhente Niang's pain.”

after a long time, Li Zong Ling was able to breathe out of the water

As the voice fell, Li Zeng turned his head and continued to watch the blue and ancient wind floating back and forth in the void. His eyes suddenly moved. Next breath, a figure covered with black robes came out in the wind and landed on the ground.

In this slender figure's hand, the half shining Rune Secretary box was so conspicuous. Then Li Zenggang wanted to say hello, and he heard a dull hum with a little pain, which came out from the figure's mouth again.

Later, Xu Qing, the wind walker, knelt down on one knee and spat out a mouthful of blood under her black robe!

”The ten sages of shengtingwu Palace are really strong.”