Wild beast war god

Luo Guangmang and the other two looked at each other.

Ling Mier's tears were flowing wildly.

She finally met a relative, but before they could say a few words, was she going to be separated from him forever?

And now, not only Sikong Jing could sense the terrifying pressure and crisis, but others could also sense it, as if there was a terrifying and powerful torrent in the sky, rushing towards them.

In vain, Sikong Jing said quietly: "It's too late..."

As soon as these words came out, several people around him trembled violently.

They looked quickly at the rushing water in the sky, and almost at the same time felt the feeling of being locked, as if they were all infected with some arrangement of Ling Mier's uncle, and were locked by this rushing water.

The strong man's perception told them that even if they abandoned Ling Mier and Third Uncle now and ran away separately, they would still be chased by the current.

The faces of Bian Fei and the other man turned pale. Could it be that they were about to die?

Just at this moment...

Sikong Jing said in vain: "General Luo, take Mi'er and get as far away as you can. Although this rushing force has locked onto all of us, as long as we stay away from its core force, the force you are affected by will not be very strong."

After hearing these words, Luo Guangmang was stunned...

"And my third uncle and I will stay here first. I will hold off... the core of the rush." ​​Sikong Jing spoke again in a strong voice.

This sentence made Luo Guangmang and the other two stunned again.

What Sikong Jing meant was that he and Ling Mier's third uncle would withstand most of the rushing force, so that Luo Guangmang, Ling Mier and the other four could escape from danger.

It can avoid being locked and attacked by too much rushing power.

Ling Mier's third uncle, as the detonating point of the flow, he will definitely attract the strongest core force of the flow.

Thinking of this, Luo Guangmang hurriedly said: "But, little brother Sikong, you..."

Sikong Jing immediately shook his head and interrupted...

"I, no problem!"

"Regarding the evil song Liuchuan, I have already remembered what it is. This thing will not kill me for the time being, and Ling Dongwei will not let me die easily for the time being...you guys hurry up and leave."

"By the way, Zhifeng's tribesmen are probably around here."

"They must want to watch us get hit by the rush. After you leave and eliminate the rush, come back here immediately and capture all the members of the Zhifeng tribe. Then force them to contact the main force of the Zhifeng tribe heading to Quyue Wasteland."

"This is very important, go..."

After hearing these words, Luo Guangmang hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth.

He rolled up Ling Mier with a fierce force, and took the latter to cut through space and escape, but the space was immediately shattered because the rushing flow had affected the stability of the surrounding space.

There was no way, Luo Guangmang could only fly and dodge.

Senior brother and sister Bian Fei looked at Sikong Jing deeply and then slipped away.

And they acted separately, thus dividing the torrent's force into three streams, which could weaken it further.

On the hill not far from the Zhifeng Palace complex, Sikong Jing and Ling Mier's uncle were the only ones left.

The latter immediately asked...

"Who are you? Although the rush will not kill anyone for the time being, it will drag you to the evil curve flow river."

"That is the most terrifying Jedi in Quyue Sea, and also one of the most bizarre Jedi in the Lingtian Emperor's family's territory."

"If we get there, we won't be able to survive!"

Upon hearing this, Sikong Jing's expression became extremely serious. He took a deep breath and did not reply for the time being.

In his mind, it was exactly the situation of Xiequ Liuchuan...

Just now he told Luo Guangmang that he knew what Xiequ Liuchuan was...

This is certainly not a lie, but real knowledge.

Still, don’t forget that he interrogated Emperor Ling Jin for a day and a night at the Emperor’s Battlefield.

He said it at that time. He forced Emperor Ling Jin to tell him the layout and structure of the entire Ling Tiandi family's territory.

Where there are Jedi, where there are treasures, where there are strange places, etc.

At that time, he was preparing for the current action against the Lingtian Emperor's family, and the Evil Curve Flowing River, in the words of Ling Jin Emperor, was one of the most bizarre Jedi, which could be detonated by something and flow down.

But the rushing flow will not kill people, it will only pull people into the interior of the evil stream.

Inside the Evil Song Flow River, there is a terrifying flowing wind. Even if one has just entered the Super Divine Martial Arts, he will die inside. However, he will not die immediately. Instead, the flowing wind will invade his body little by little and he will die.

"It's like poison gas entering the body, making life worse than death." These are the original words of Emperor Ling Jin.

However, beings of Ling Dongwei's level can come and go freely outside the Xiequ Liuchuan...

"Ling Dongwei, you are really good at scheming."

"He will pull me into the interior of the Evil Song River. I won't die instantly, but will be tortured slowly until he arrives. This way, I can fall into his hands alive and continue to be tortured by him."

As Sikong Jing spoke, there was a flash of coldness in his eyes, and at this time the torrent in the air had already fallen.

Boom...

The violent torrent hit Sikong Jing and Ling Mier's uncle heavily, then split into several streams and fell towards Luo Guangmang and others.

But those few strands were much weaker than the ones that fell on Sikong Jing...

Immediately afterwards, Sikong Jing and Ling Mier's uncle were dragged away by the rushing current uncontrollably, as if the current was flying backwards, pulling them straight towards the evil song stream...

Feeling the rushing power around him, Sikong Jing realized that with his current energy he couldn't break through it and could only be pulled away.

But his expression was unusually calm… Since a being of Ling Dongwei’s level could come and go freely in Xiequ Liuchuan, then with his means as the Lord of All Beasts, there must be a way to break it.

Worst case scenario, you can get a little possessed, swallow something and then rush out.

At the moment of being sucked away by the torrent, Sikong Jing of course cast a barrier on Ling Mier's uncle, and then he just waited quietly in the torrent for the moment of reaching the Xiequ Liuchuan.

At this time, Ling Mier's uncle, who was protected by the barrier, asked again: "Who are you? Aren't you afraid?"

Even though he had lost his eyes, he seemed to have a terrifying sense of perception and could sense Sikong Jing's fearlessness and determination.

Sikong Jing took a deep breath and said softly: "Uncle San, I am Jian Xing."

The voice fell...

Ling Mier's uncle's face changed in shock and his whole body trembled again. Then he growled like a wild animal: "It turned out to be Jian Xing. It turned out that the hope they were talking about was you... I, I, I, you are going to kill the hope of Qu Yue's lineage."

Looking at Ling Mier's emotionally broken uncle, Sikong Jing immediately said, "Don't worry, uncle, I will be fine."

He did not reveal his real identity because he could see that Ling Mier's third uncle did not have much time left. His life was coming to an end, which was caused by torture.

Not only his eyes, but his entire body was also damaged beyond repair, so before he died, he was given something to think about.

"Uncle San, Mi'er will soon be able to withstand the suction of the rushing water."

"Then they will capture the members of the Zhifeng lineage and threaten their main force, but will not harm our Quyue lineage for the time being."

"As for Xiequ Liuchuan, it's nothing to me."

Although he has not really stepped into the Evil Qu Liuchuan yet, Sikong Jing has to say this now, otherwise Ling Mier's uncle will probably collapse and die. He is still holding on.

And if he has hope, perhaps a miracle will happen and he may have a chance to survive.

At least let him persist and see the hope of Qu Yue's clan turning things around.