As Yuwen Luoshuang finished speaking, Feng Xinglang quickly placed her next to him to prevent outsiders from hurting her. At this time, Yuwen Luoshuang was not able to use spiritual power, so those undead

She would be hurt at any time, but the power of the green silk soft sword scared those arrogant undead back.

Mo Ci still stood there and struggled for a long time, but due to Feng Xinglang's pressure, she took a step back hesitantly. She never broke away from the control of Feng Xinglang's barrier, so she stood slightly discouraged.

He was on the edge, but his eyes were very keen to look at the current happenings around him so that he could find any good opportunities.

At this time, the Eastern Continent was already filled with all kinds of undead, each of them with a ferocious appearance. Because Feng Xinglang ordered not to harm those undead, the people of Feng Shangzong changed their minds when fighting against the undead.

It became very difficult. On the one hand, they had to capture the undead around them, and on the other hand, they had to protect the undead and prevent them from being harmed.

The people in the demon world are more relaxed, and they are not merciful to the appearance of the undead. Naturally, a large number of undead began to die. But because of the help of the black manzhushahua, some of the undead died in an instant.

It suddenly became fierce. As a result, the whole scene became extremely chaotic in an instant, catching everyone off guard.

The original subjects of the Eastern Continent were already many, but now they were released instantly, and they could withstand the power of the golden armor, just because they carried an indelible resentment, and there was also the black manzhushahua

mutual help.

"What are you going to do?"

At this time, Yuwen Luoshuang raised his head slightly, and then looked at Feng Xinglang with serious eyes. The undead were almost surrounding the place where they were, and everyone seemed to

They were all in an anxious fight. The number of undead was extremely large, but the power of the Feng Shang Sect members was limited.

Seeing that the physical strength of some disciples could no longer support their own bodies, Yuwen Luoshuang raised her arm anxiously, but she quickly pinched it in her palm, and then

He held her hand tightly.

"The Demon Emperor's behavior is just a waste of all our strength and ability. It's just a matter of time." "The clouds in the sky are all fiery red. I don't know what is happening in the imperial capital now."

Yuwen Luoshuang glanced at Feng Xinglang worriedly, and she also noticed a hint of worry in his eyes, but it was only a fleeting look.

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang raised the hand holding Yuwen Luoshuang into the air, and suddenly a burst of violent electric light and flint emitted from the fiery red cloud. There was a cold sound in the air, making everyone stunned.

He raised his head unconsciously, only to find that the direction of the lightning was from the clouds, but the place where it fell was where Feng Xinglang and Yuwen Luoshuang were standing.
Chapter completed!