Frowning frowned, Tingtong slowly turned to Ling Luoyu, and hatred reappeared.

"When I saw you enter that secret room, I thought it was not good. You and that fat man Feng must die, so I used a small trick to bring them both into the secret room... I thought I wanted to use the flame wings to get rid of you quietly, but who knew that this guy actually followed those two into the sword tomb, and I didn't have the strength to kill you! There was no way, I could only watch you go away, then knock Ling Jingchen out, and then return here to get rid of you..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes turned sharply, and he suddenly thought of the golden lacquer and ink words.

"What's going on in that secret room? And the word "in"... what is it?"

"Secret Room..." Ting Tong's voice paused, and suddenly changed the subject: "King of Hell, you are about to die. What do you know so many secrets?! I know too much, I'm afraid you can't even make a ghost! I'll be scattered..."

With a cold smile, he retreated to the valve and looked at the tightly clamped broken sword.

"But to be honest, your heart is really big enough! You can't even save your life, and you still have the heart to care about this sword again!"

"Bang!"

He kicked the broken sword away with one kick.

"Crack!"

The sound of the mechanical scoops came out again, and the sword slowly sank.

"you……"

Ling Luoyu was shocked to get up.

"Once the Destroyed Sutra is tempered, you cannot leave the earth fire, otherwise all your previous efforts will be wasted..."

With a dreadful look on his face, a murderous intent burst out from Tingtong's eyes.

"I can't let you ruin the sky!!"

The wrist rises horizontally, and the sound of the flute comes again.

Yanbi's body suddenly rose at that moment, and with a "scream", he opened his mouth and bit Ling Luoyu.

Ling Luoyu's eyes were cut with a decisive and fierce look, and Jie curled his lips.

"Want to kill me?!"

The soul blade that pierced into the back of the flame wings suddenly rose up at that moment, and it rotated and drilled into it at 360 degrees, like a drill bit, instantly drilling into its body.

"Ao..."

Yan Wings howled with his head raised in pain, and his whole body was in a state of straightness and stiffness.

The soul blade was stirring unscrupulously in its body, and in the blink of an eye, it stirred its internal organs into pieces.

"Bang!"

The body of the flame wings fell heavily, splashing dust all over the ground.

The sound of the flute of Tingtong suddenly stopped at that moment, and stood there incredible ways.

"You...what are you?!"

In the dust, Ling Luoyu stood up leisurely, smiling calmly, and did not look like a serious injury to his body.

If it weren't for the blood stains on the corner of her mouth, it would be hard to believe that she was vomiting blood and struggling just now.

"Tingtong, if you have conspiracies, I can't just use the trick?! If I hadn't been about to die, how could you show up?!"

Ling Luoyu moved his body for a while, and the clouds were calm and the wind was light.

"It's just two mouthfuls of blood. If you want to see it, I can still spray it on you..."

Tingtong's mouth twitched hard, and finally calmed down.

"So what if you didn't die?! If you haven't died now, it doesn't mean you won't die if you wait for a while!"

His eyes fell to the sword, it had completely fallen into the sea of ​​fire, and the fire trough began to merge.

With a look of eyes waving, a different smile appeared on his face.

"King of Hell, I want to give you a gift...Do you dare to accept it?!"

"Gift?!"

Before Ling Luoyu finished speaking, Tingtong threw something with his backhand.

And at that moment, he turned around and ran away.

Ling Luoyu's eyes darkened, and his body suddenly retreated and dodged.

"boom!"

Amid the deafening explosion, she was directly blown away by a wave of air.
Chapter completed!