The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

For more than thirty-three days, almost no one knew what the Sifang God Prison was. This was given by the people of the Spirit God Race. After Yan Ye was locked up by the Sifang God Prison, they began to publicize it. Early days.

But at this time, Sifang God Prison was refined by Yan Ye?

A bad premonition rose in Minghong's heart.

The Sifang God Prison began to shrink, but did not capture all the people on the battlefield. The four divine pillars began to rotate, and one of them was so obvious that it was the ancestor. The most powerful person who has ruled for thirty-three days for an unknown number of years.

After the fall of the Creator God, he was the only god in the thirty-three days.

At this moment, he became a prisoner of the Yanmotian clan.

"The devil emperor won, we won!" Shan shouted!

How many years have the flames waited? From then on, they only need to completely open up the channel between the Thirty-Three Heavens and the Dark Demon Realm, and those compatriots in the Dark Demon Realm will be able to come to the Thirty-Three Heavens and live a happy life in the light.

The corner of the Demon Emperor's lips curled up into a faint smile, "I said before, anyone who bullies her, harms her, and separates my husband and wife will die!"

Bei Tinghuang turned her head to look at Yan Ye, took a deep look, like ten thousand years, then swung the long sword in her hand, and killed the people of the Ten Thousand Beast Legion, like a tsunami crossing the border, a huge wave of energy was directed towards the opponent's body The camp swept.

If a husband is like this, what can a woman ask for?

After the war between the two sides stagnated for a moment, no one dared to really stop, otherwise, he would be the next to die.

And at this moment, a thought arose in almost everyone's hearts, there is no eternal life, no eternity, and no matter how powerful a person is, they will die.

Alive, cherish it!

"Old Ancestor!" Ming Hong rushed towards Yan Ye, and the entire Spirit God Clan went crazy at this time.

No one would have thought that Yan Ye would have such a means to take down the ancestors.

Sifang God Prison, the soul of the entire Lubisi Continent, was actually refined by Yanye. What else can this person not do?

The ancestor can't fall into his hands. Once the ancestor falls, the entire Spirit God Race will no longer be able to survive. For so many years, relying on their ancestors, they have become kings and hegemons in this continent, supreme and invincible, and they have forged too many enmities.

Minghong exposed his back, and Fengdi, who was fighting Minghong, undoubtedly got a good opportunity at this time. He raised his hand and swung a wind blade towards Minghong's back. There was no time for Ming Hong to save himself, and he was almost certain to die.

At this moment, a figure rushed towards Minghong, he pushed Minghong out fiercely, but he himself was in front of the wind blade.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spewed out, and before the wind blade exploded in his body, he still insisted on turning his head and looking towards the people in the center of the battlefield. Bei Tinghuang tilted her head slightly, just in time to meet him, only to see that Mingxiu, whose face was covered in blood, had exhausted all his strength and burst into a smiling face.

Bei Tinghuang was startled, the wind blade exploded in his body like a bomb, and that smile exploded like a firework before dissipating between the heaven and the earth.

Mingxiu is dead!

"Xiuer!"

Ming Hong turned his head to look, but only had time to see that a gust of wind blew over, and a wisp of breath was blown away. And he had no time to be sad, Yan Ye flicked his fingers, and a cloud of black mist was like a net, covering him. When the black mist wrapped him, Ming Hong also turned into a cloud of black mist, followed by Yan Ye. Let go, and the black mist also dissipated between the sky and the earth.