Son-in-law Dan Zun

It was a huge monster dragon, with a terrifying light flowing on the ice armor, and it was indestructible.

The black single horn on the top of the head is extremely magical, and it is faintly swept out of endless violence and madness, which is disgusting.

"As a thank you, I allow you to be part of the body."

The ice armor horned devil dragon suddenly flew out like lightning, and flew towards the open figure.

The man's face changed, and he turned to flee.

I saw a fierce giant mouth of the ice armor horned dragon, bursting out a terrible swallowing force.

In an instant, that figure was swallowed directly into the mouth.

Faintly, there was a miserable voice, coming from the belly of the ice armor horned devil dragon.

Inside the palace, there was a burst of coolness.

Many people trembled violently in their hearts, but did not dare to make too much noise, for fear of attracting the attention of the ice armor horned dragon.

A strong man in the sacred realm, in front of him, has no resistance at all.

"Since following my great master, it has been a long time since I tasted the taste of human blood so unscrupulously."

Sen cold words came from the mouth of the Demon Dragon with Ice Armor Horn.

It is difficult to associate it with the elegant purple-clothed middle-aged.

No one responded, they all looked at the Ice Armor Horned Devil Dragon with fear.

I saw its pupils, lightly turning, sweeping through the silhouettes, making everyone's hearts more and more cold.

The Ice Armor Horned Devil Dragon is not an ordinary spirit beast, but a spirit beast comparable to the peak power of the holy realm.

Even if Lan Lingtian stood here, it might not be its opponent.

"Are you afraid of me?" asked the ice armor horned dragon.

However, the palace remained silent, and no one dared to respond.

"What about this?" The ice armor horned demon dragon said again, and then his figure flashed, falling back to the middle of the pattern, and reverting to the appearance of a middle-aged man in purple clothes.

At this moment, the chains of starlight seemed to entangle his figure again.

Even so, when everyone looked at them, only fear permeated.

"Don't be afraid!" The middle-aged in Ziyi smiled faintly, looking extremely approachable.

"After all, all of this is left by my great master, and I naturally have to abide by the rules set by him."

But whenever a great master is mentioned, his tone is always cold as if he came from Jiuyou Purgatory.

"What are the rules?" Someone asked in a low voice among the crowd.

For fear of being noticed by the middle-aged Ziyi.

"I only take one shot, and whoever can die can pass by my side, and there is also a chance to try to recognize the Lord's sword."

The middle-aged Ziyi smiled, and the evil eyes were full of jokes.

In front of him, these ant-like things were not much different from playthings in his eyes.

However, he has been alone for too long, so he naturally wants to enjoy these playthings slowly.

Faintly, you can still see fear, panic, fear in the eyes of many people...

At this moment, the smile on his face grew stronger.

"let's start!"

However, in the palace, no one dared to act at all.

Wanting to pass his obstruction to recognize the Lord's sword is simply an unrealistic problem.

"Are everyone so humble?"

The middle-aged purple-clothed eyes swept across the crowd lightly, with a playful irony.

"Then I'll call the name!"

He stretched out his hand and pointed at a figure.

This person is the Wen Ye who Wei Yuan shouted out to lead the way. He was at the forefront and was the first spot in the middle-aged Ziyi.

"Senior forgive me!"

"Senior forgive me!"

Wen also knelt down directly, "I am not interested in that sword, please let me go."

The middle-aged Ziyi's eyes calmly fell on Wen Ye.

"I'm just giving you a chance to live without dying once."

"Moreover, it may be recognized by that sword."

"otherwise……"

The middle-aged Ziyi did not continue to speak, and Wen was already shaking and stood up.

At this moment, his footsteps were a bit stiff, but he still bite the bullet and moved forward.

If you don't try, you will die!

Then...

Wen Ye's body, an astonishing breath bloomed, and his life soul was also displayed at this moment, displaying his own strength to the pinnacle.

"Senior, please, keep your subordinates..."

Before he finished speaking, his figure was smashing out, almost reaching the limit.

Obviously, he wanted to be caught off guard and passed directly over the middle-aged figure in purple clothes.

The middle-aged Ziyi glanced calmly, and then stretched out his palm.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a powerful swallowing force erupted from his palm, directly sucking Wen Ye's head firmly.

With a mouth open, the ferocious dragon head appeared again, swallowing the smell in one mouthful.

A stern voice came out, and immediately, he changed back to the middle-aged in purple clothes again.

Many eyes looked at the middle-aged in purple clothes, and saw that he licked his tongue, touched his stomach, and burped.

At this moment, the crowd only felt endless sadness.

"Hahaha..." The middle-aged Ziyi glanced at the sword behind him, raised his head and laughed.

The smile was full of resentment and evil.

In those eyes, there seemed to be a bloodthirsty cold glow.

"All the time, you humble humans have treated me as a beast."

"Now that Feng Shui turns around, I also want you to experience what it feels like."

"Next, you!"

As he said, his finger pointed directly at Xu Hong.

The expressions of the people of Northern Xuanzong changed.

Xu Hong can be said to be one of the strongest people here, but in front of the middle-aged Ziyi, it seems that he doesn't even have the right to choose.

"Senior, I have always treated you as a guardian spirit beast, not a beast."

"Not even the slightest disrespect."

Xu Hong said.

"Guardian spirit beast? What to guard? Is this sword? Or this tomb?"

The middle-aged Ziyi's fierce pupils stared at Xu Hong, saying every word.

"Following Jian Wushuang is my life's shame!"

Xu Hong bowed his head and fell silent.

Obviously, he said the wrong thing.

For his master Jian Wushuang, the middle-aged Ziyi only had endless grievances.

Then his words are undoubtedly only touching his Ni Lin, making him even more resentful.

"Get out!" The voice of the middle-aged Ziyi became even colder.

Xu Hong glanced at Ye Yuyao, and said, "Delay as long as possible. When the master arrives, there may be a way out!"

After speaking, his steps were taken directly.

Is it just to resist a blow?

Then he try...

"Boom!" Xu Hong's astonishing aura bloomed. At this moment, there seemed to be a storm of spiritual energy in the palace.

In the next instant, Xu Hong's figure turned into a sword, breaking out, shaking the sky.

There was no wave in the purple figure, but the fierceness in his eyes became more and more intense.

Of course he could see that Xu Hong was one of the few strong players.

Therefore, he was chosen, in order to make these people in front of him more fearful.

The dragon head reappeared, and the dark dragon horns rushed directly to the sword light from the killing.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, the dragon horn and the sword light met.

Suddenly, the sword light shattered, and Xu Hong's body was full of cracks and blood dripping.

The next moment, a huge mouth swallowed Xu Hong's figure directly into his abdomen.

The palace was silent and cool.

Even Xu Hong is not the enemy of one of the tricks, so who else can make a living?

If it had been before, seeing Xu Hong's death, Wei Yuan would have been extremely happy, and he would have killed Luo Wushu.

But at this moment, he couldn't laugh anyway.

He even hoped that Xu Hong was alive.

After all, that also represents his hope of survival.

But now, hope is dashed...

The middle-aged Ziyi glanced at the crowd again, this time falling on a **** and enchanting figure.

"Eating too much chaff, change to a young and beautiful woman, it will taste very good!" The middle-aged Ziyi said with a wicked smile.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Dai'er's body tightened, her face a little pale.