The villain of quick wear

Chapter 660

Jin Ran calmed down, concentrated, and whispered, "The wind and snow don't come back to you!"

With a bang, the sword fell from the hand, and the tens of thousands of miles of the sea at the end of the world were frozen.

In the sky, the thunder and lightning disappeared, the strong wind stopped, and the black and dark clouds drifted down with goose feathers and heavy snow.

About half a quarter of an hour later, thunder, lightning and strong winds struck again, breaking the golden wind and snow.

Blood overflowed from the corner of Jin Ran's mouth, "Thunderstorms are indeed powerful."

Jin Ran swallowed the blood in her throat, turned around resolutely, and entered the sky beyond the sky.

The sky is windy and sunny, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the scenery is pleasant.

Jin Ran changed her clothes, washed off the dirt on her body, and was refreshed and clean.

"Is this the sky beyond the sky?"

Looking from afar, the sky beyond the sky is full of flowers and plants, and under the cover of flowers and plants, there are all resplendent palaces.

Jin Ran let go of her mind and senses, and there was a terrified atmosphere coming from under the resplendent palace.

"It's not wrong, there must be an artifact from the fairy world hidden in the sky beyond the sky."

The corners of Jin Ran's lips were slightly raised, following the terrifying breath, he entered the palace to explore.

After a near-death experience, three years later, Jin Ran fled with a round object in his arms.

......

Spiritual Holy Land.

Oh oh oh!

The horn sounded, and tens of thousands of human monks attacked the Holy Land of the Spiritual Realm.

The Holy Land of the Spiritual Realm, the ruins of the Tiangong, temporarily serve as the base camp of the little white tiger and other monsters.

The little white tiger's furry face was very serious, "Song Qingshan led a coalition of human monks to attack. Although we don't want to admit it, we really can't resist it."

The other monsters stared blankly at the little white tiger, they were big fools, they were brave and fearless warriors, but they were not good at thinking.

The little white tiger thought for a moment, "If you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about no firewood, so run away first, and wait for the immortal to return."

The little white tiger is the leader, powerful, and the other monsters howled in agreement.

Under the command of the little white tiger and other monsters, the monsters in the Holy Land of the Spirit Realm quickly retreated to the rear.

In front of the Holy Land of the Spiritual Realm, the seemingly holy Song Qingshan smiled charmingly and said, "Want to escape? Have you asked me?"

With Song Qingshan's order, thousands of formation masters set up a peerless formation to seal off the Holy Land of the Spiritual Realm.

A pale golden film of light enveloped the Holy Land of the Spiritual Realm, and no matter how the little white tigers attacked, they couldn't break it.

"Song Qingshan wants our lives." The little white tiger is wild, and the wild little white tiger is bloodthirsty.

The other monsters opened their mouths and roared, shaking the heavens and the earth.

In an instant, countless monsters went straight to the coalition of human monks.

Song Qingshan said lightly, "Kill, to eliminate harm for the common people in the world."

The battle between monsters and human monks began immediately.

The number of human monks is almost the same as the number of monsters, but the overall strength of human monks is several times that of monsters. In just a quarter of an hour, half of the weak monsters were wiped out.

The little white tiger's eyes were red with anxiety, and his eyes were red with killing, revealing the real body of the spirit-swallowing white tiger, swallowing hundreds of human monks in one mouth.

Three human monks of the Mahayana period surrounded the little white tiger, clasped their hands together, and cast out mysterious spells one after another, setting up a large array of heaven and earth to firmly trap the little white tiger.

"Spirit-swallowing white tiger, you have killed countless evils, the cause of the past, the result of the present, you will die today."

The gray-haired Mahayana period human monk was eloquent.

As soon as the voice fell to the ground, raging flames burst out of the great array of heaven and earth.

Lie Yan (raging flames) is the flames of hell, icy cold and soul killer.

The little white tiger fought hard to stop it, but was still entangled by the flames of hell.

Cold, painful, desperate, the little white tiger's eyes were red, and he waited viciously for the three Mahayana stage human monks.

"Want to refine me? Daydreaming."

Rather than being broken, the little white tiger chose to explode the Mahayana Yuanling without hesitation.

The Mahayana Yuanling is the source of power for monks and monsters in the Mahayana period. Detonating the Mahayana Yuanling is equivalent to a desperate blow by a strong Mahayana period.

(End of this chapter)