The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

The locked door was rushed away, and the suffocating sacred breath came to the fore. The radiance of Ashura was once again strongly released.

The ancestors of the undead have not yet had time to react, and they feel a powerful force that he flies out, and the Yan Yan, who is holding back, is forcibly taken away by the source of that force.

A group of fiery red figures followed, the tall figure in contact with the next moment of Shen Yanxiao, directly sent her to the red figure of the arms.

"Suzaku opened the enchantment." The cold voice was mixed with suppressed anger.

"Master!" Suzaku, in the moment of receiving Shen Yanxiao, launched a small enchantment with his own flame, completely separating Shen Yanxiao from the sacred atmosphere of the outside world.

The pain of the body is finally over, and Shen Yanxiao is able to breathe.

When Suzaku saw the deep visible bone wound in front of Shen Yanxiao's chest, the red scorpion became a blood red in an instant, and the whole eyes were covered with blood.

"Rescue..." Shen Yanxiao clenched his teeth and whispered.

"Dragon God!" Suzaku screamed at Shen Yanxiao.

The dragon **** rushed to the hustle and bustle of the past.

On the other hand, the ancestors of the undead were forced to fly out and return to God. When he saw who was attacking him in front of him, the cold eyes shone for the first time.

"Fighting God... You are not dead... You are still alive! Hahaha!" The ancestors of the undead, who vomited blood, couldn’t take care of the blood in their mouth. He stared at the figure standing in front of his eyes.

Such a tall, so awe-inspiring, squatting under the body of the indifference of respect, but noble.

But under the indifference of the surface, the ancestors of the undead also felt the anger of being restrained.

The cold scorpion stood in front of the ancestors of the undead, and the golden scorpion picked up slightly.

"I know... you won't be so easy to die... Satan will reproduce the world, you must be alive, I think it's right, you really have appeared." The ancestors of the undead have a crazy face. Smile, he does not seem to feel the killing of the other party.

"Night fork, enough." Looking at the cold ancestors of the undead, the mouth is shouting a very strange name.

But because of the appearance of these two words, the smile on the face of the undead ancestors faded in an instant, replaced by awkward anger!

"Night fork? I haven't been a nightshade anymore! What a ridiculous thing!" The cold sorcerer of the undead, Lengsen's low smile, full of disgust on these two words.

"The Lord God, he lied to me! He said, let me lead the undead to follow the Protoss! I am God! I am also a Protoss! I listen to the words of the Lord God, voluntarily give up the body of the Protoss, and come to mourn the abyss as the ancestors of the undead! But what I got! The Lord God, he lied to me! He abandoned the undead! He exiled me forever on this ridiculous!" The ancestors of the undead are more and more crazy, and his eyes are full of hate. .

And what he said, let the dragon **** who is being treated dead completely stunned.

He had heard of this name when he first entered the Protoss.

Yaksha...

Born with Asura in the same year, the owner was second only to the powerful superior **** of Ashura's strength.

At the time of the last battle of the gods, the Ashura, also called Emperor Xiu, was a contest with Yaksha for the position of fighting for the gods.