Enchantress Amongst Alchemists: Ghost King’s Wife

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"Now let me see, who is the waste! Come, let us go together and kill this group of people!"

Hey!

In an instant, everyone rushed up.

The war broke out between this touch...

The blood suddenly sprinkled from the void, and from time to time someone fell from the sky and fell to the ground.

In any case, according to the combat power, the people in the Northern Magic Palace are not comparable to others. However, their advantage is the quantity.

The dense people fell from the sky to the ground, and soon there was a row of people going up, even if Zi Qianjing and other people were stronger, and faced with so many supreme realms, they were exhausted...

Not a moment, Zi Qianjing's silver robes will be stained with blood, like a fascinating rose in the sky, sparkling the world.

At this time, it is to reverse the four words of all beings, it is difficult to describe the man today...

"There are too many enemy numbers, so this is not the way to go." Zi Qianjing slightly frowned, turned his head and looked at the back of the mountain after the night without dust, and his heart was secretly anxious.

If he can retreat, perhaps he can defeat these people...

But now he is at the most critical juncture. If he disturbs him, the next time he finds the opportunity, he doesn’t know when...

"Jinger, be careful!"

The voice of the purple sorrow sounded at the side of Ziqianjing. He hurried back to God. With a slamming sound, the long sword blocked the sudden attack of the other side. The Jianfeng turned and pierced the enemy’s chest, and the blood was suddenly hot. Surging out, dyed the whole sky...

Seeing that he did not suffer any harm, Zi Yan was relieved and wholeheartedly faced the enemy in front of him...

This battle has gone through a day and a night.

Mo Fei and a sword blocked each other's attacks. The old old face was full of sweat, and the look was full of weakness. At this moment, he had already felt exhausted, and even the hand holding the sword shook slightly.

boom!

One of the ankles was on his chest, and his body suddenly fell to the ground. At the same time, one man held a long sword and stabbed his throat.

When the sword was about to reach him, a slamming sound, a figure in front of him, blocked the long sword.

"Mo Fei, are you okay?" Yao Sheng turned his head and looked at Mo Fei, and hurriedly asked.

Mo Fei smiled.

Over the years, Wumen and Yaomen have always been deadly rivals. Now, at the crucial moment, he has saved his opponents...

Such a taste makes Mo Fei’s heart really uncomfortable.

But now the most crucial thing is to face such a powerful enemy as the Northern Magic Palace...

"I am fine."

Mo Fei shook his head and flashed a cold gaze in his eyes: "I can continue fighting! Just remove the Northern Magic Palace and let the East Island return to peace!"

In comparison, what are the grievances of him and Yao Sheng?

"Since it's okay, fight together." The medicine smiled and looked at the enemy in front of him again. The body flashed and rushed up. At the same time, a sword appeared in his hand...

"Jinger."

The purple cicada stood tightly beside Ziqianjing, licking his thin lips and said: "There are too many people in the other side. If you continue this way, even if you don't die in their hands, the people on our side will still die. I don't know if you have any other options."