“Die, dead?”

The black angel of the holy war was beheaded by a dagger.

I have to say that this really surprised everyone.

The super ghost beast that had been entangled with Hongyi for so long was instantly instantly by the storyteller when he came out?

"How strong is this?"

Red clothes can fight the ghost beasts to the death, but if the enemy you are facing is an existence that cannot be matched no matter how you perform.

A deep despair rose in everyone's hearts.

How to fight this?

Is it okay to have a completely unsolvable situation?

Lan Ling could clearly see the faint gray color rising on all the red-clothed faces, which was a sign that she could not raise the slightest desire to fight.

"Stay."

She immediately sent a message to everyone: "The storyteller is strong, but not so strong that he is so overly strong. Don't forget that this is his ancient book space."

"Everything he did was nothing more than deification of himself with the help of space. What he did was to let go of his troops and obey his orders."

"Before fighting, is this the attitude of Hongyi?!"

Everyone woke up.

Yes.

That's true.

Although the vigil transformed the rules of heaven and earth into a dark tone, he won some advantages.

But this is just a geographical advantage in the ancient book space.

No matter how you change, after all, everyone is still in the space controlled by the storyteller.

This is like entering the enemy's throne realm.

The other party looks strong.

But to think from another perspective, if everyone is in the realm of vigil now, vigilance may not be able to do all this.

"Concentrate your mind and don't be confused."

Lan Ling said heavily: "Put your position right, as long as you break through the ancient book space, you have the help of the Tianquan Array, just rely on the night watch..."

She looked at the vigil.

The vigil nodded silently.

"I can."

As soon as the three words fell, the war rekindled in the red eyes.

Yes.

Storytellers are certainly stronger.

But in addition to the seriously injured letter, there are Lan Ling, Heiming and the Night Vigil, as well as the "Tianxian Formation".

As long as you break the space of ancient books, you may not be able to get the storyteller.

Hei Ming glanced at the vigil lightly.

He could see that the old man's face was heavy.

Can?

hehe.

If it is really possible, with this guy's irritable personality, he would not be able to resist Xin's injuries.

But at this moment, belief is extremely important.

Hei Ming is not stupid enough to attack his own people.

The real way to break the deadlock is to blow up the ancient book space and connect it to the outside world.

People who are "holy slaves" should have been left to Baiyi to solve the problem!

Isn’t that the case?

  …

"What are you thinking about again?"

The storyteller looked at the many red clothes with the revived fighting spirit and said funny: "The meaningless struggle will not bring you much good results, just stay with you."

"I said that I don't like killing people."

"I came here this time, and the purpose is just..."

As soon as the ghost energy disappeared, the storyteller directly snatched the black sword in the hand of the headless figure who passed by.

"There are four swords, that's all."

  Dong!

Bang!

The head and body of the Black Angel of the Holy War hit the ground one after another, splashing dust.

Yu Zhiwen Xing's pupils trembled violently.

The sacred war black angel, covered in ghost fog, only revealed his true appearance until he died.

But why does the head that rolled to the ground look so familiar?

"Cheng Xingchu?"

The heart suddenly tugged, and the fish knew the warmth could not hide its horror in its eyes.

Cheng Xingchu, is it actually a ghost beast?

"Do you know?" Lan Ling noticed Yu Zhiwen's mood fluctuations and asked with his head tilted.

Yu Zhiwen was still a little reluctant to believe it, but he still explained: "The Holy Spirit Temple branch of Dongtian King City, the Cheng family member, Cheng Xingchu."

Lan Ling frowned.

I was silent for a while and sighed softly.

“Being used.”

After saying that, she immediately woke up.

In the battle situation, in addition to the terrifying existence of the storyteller, there should be the last person who never appeared.

Ling Nian immediately took the night watch, and Lan Ling asked, "What's the situation before? The man from the 'Xu Yue Gray Palace'..."

“Here you come.”

The vigil glanced down.

At the same time, the void suddenly shook.

Even the storyteller who got the Four Swords could not help but bow his head.

On the ground, Cheng Xingcun's head suddenly stretched out a smooth arm from the crack in the void and grabbed the head directly.

The next second, Caramel Candy's figure walked out of the crack.

The gray robe is broken and the purple chain is no longer there.

Even the hairband was broken, and the disheveled hair looked like it was encountered in the fragmented space.

"Yo, there is another one?"

The storyteller smiled and took a step back, feeling the rich ghostly aura of the person coming, and slowly said, "What's your mission?" He looked at Hongyi.

The murderous intent exploded in the vigil's eyes instantly.

The woman's embarrassing appearance was made by him in the fragments of space.

At that time, his aura was not as terrifying as it was just an ordinary throne.

But now, after stepping into the battle, I just glanced over and knew that the woman had removed the "controlling Xu" object.

"Zhen Dao... is worthy of being a ghost beast, and another headache-inducing existence!"

“Moo——”

Accompanied by a roar, four tall taurens rushed into the sky.

The vigil wanted to move, and Carameltang turned around and whispered: "Can you give me some time?"

"Time?" Guanye was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look at Lan Ling.

Lan Ling immediately learned about Caramel Candy's idea.

At this moment, in the ancient book space.
To be continued...