Xiaohuo couldn't catch up with him, and seemed furious, standing at the end of the bridge, he kept roaring.

Feeling Zhang Qingyang's gaze coming, Xiaohuo turned his head and whined twice, with a very aggrieved expression.

It looked at Baxia, and Zhang Qingyang looked over with its gaze. He saw Baxia swallowing the entire goddess of inspiration, eating a big belly and a round waist, and was trying hard to digest. A golden light kept wandering on the turtle shell, obviously falling to the benefit.

Xiaohuo ran away from his mouth, looking at Zhang Qingyang with a sad face for comfort.

Zhang Qingyang looked at the inspiration goddess who had already rushed to the edge of the inner universe, and had no choice.

You can't take the sword intent and attack again, as the sword intent can no longer stand the trouble. If you are caught by the goddess of inspiration and bounce it, you might lose the sword intent.

The remaining divine clone of the Goddess of Inspiration ran hard, but when I looked carefully, I found that her tail was not moving at all.

However, there was a faint green light surrounded her body, especially the rich green light beneath her.

Zhang Qingyang observed carefully and seemed to hear the rushing sound of the rushing and impact of the water. It seemed as if there was a long river wrapped around her and galloping forward.

In a blink of an eye, the goddess of inspiration rushed to the middle of the inner and outer universes. She turned her head and looked at Zhang Qingyang with a sneer, then glared at Baxia and Yazi.

"Let's meet outside!" He turned around and rushed into the thick barrier left by Elder Yu.

"Woo woo." Xiaohuo turned his head and looked at Zhang Qingyang pitifully.

Zhang Qingyang spread his hands, saying that he was helpless.

The other side called "Anang" twice, then slowly turned around under Xiaohuo's gaze, walked towards the bridge, and swept his tail from time to time. The show of pride was all in that one and three shaking steps.

Zhang Qingyang said in surprise: "I thought you were an honest person, but I didn't expect you to be so slutty."

Xiaohuo was very unhappy and jealous. He lost the enemy but did not lose the formation, and immediately roared. That roughly means: You can do it, you can go! But he immediately thought that the other party was really good, after all, he had eaten his mouth. Thinking of this, Xiaohuo's mood fell down again, and he whined his eyebrows and drooped twice, and he turned back to the bridge unhappily.

The goddess of inspiration escaped from death to death. Zhang Qingyang not only survived the crisis smoothly, but also replenished his mental power and seized a piece of divine power. Although he was swallowed by Baxia, Baxia was raised by his own family after all, and the benefits he received were not much different from his own.

Zhang Qingyang was about to retreat with relief, but suddenly the thick barrier left by Elder Yu suddenly surged, like lightning and thunder.

He was stunned and then ecstatic. It wasn't that he was attacked by the demon turtle inside.

With a thought, Zhang Qingyang rushed over along the bridge of his soul.

As soon as I entered, I saw the goddess of inspiration moving forward with difficulty while dealing with the demon turtle rushing from all directions.

These demon turtles are extremely fierce and have tenacious vitality. Although the attack power is not enough in front of the gods, they have strong defense power.

The goddess of inspiration waved her whip and kept whipping the demon turtle, but often whipped it down and then pulled it back. Soon these little things rushed up with their short legs. And more demon turtles were rushing over, wasting her divine power.

Seeing Zhang Qingyang, the goddess of inspiration suddenly showed a hint of panic in her eyes, and her hands suddenly accelerated a lot. A green water sword condensed in her hand, with one long attack and the other melee, and her speed increased by two points.

Zhang Qingyang has no means to assist himself, and he does not intend to use sword intent to attack.

After looking for a while, the goddess of inspiration seemed to have discovered Zhang Qingyang's embarrassing situation. Her expression calmed down again and rushed towards the outer universe.

Seeing that the goddess of inspiration was about to get out of trouble, Zhang Qingyang was reluctant to give up, not to mention that she looked at him several times with contempt.

Is it tolerable?

Zhang Qingyang's eyes suddenly lit up and shouted loudly: "Xiaohuo, come and have a meal soon. If you don't come, you will run away."

In the shocked eyes of the goddess of inspiration, Xiaohuo plunged in with two dragon horns and rushed towards the other side happily, running too fast that his tongue shook back.

The goddess of inspiration looked at the outer universe close by, separated by a wall. She screamed and attacked the whip and the water sword in her hand at the pounced fire.

Xiaohuo was as happy as a fat dog of 200 pounds. He saw the meat buns thrown in front of him... completely ignored the whip and sword that was attacking, and suddenly a raging fire ignited all over his body. Before the attack fell on his body, it was evaporated into a large amount of water vapor.

He took the opponent's dying blow, and the little fire jumped up, and the dog's head, which was pressing against the dragon horn in the air, instantly swelled. The big mouth of the goddess of inspiration, opened suddenly, like a large dark cloud rushing from the sky, covering the goddess of inspiration.

Zhang Qingyang watched it fall down with fear, and the big head slowly began to shrink after a long time.

Xiaohuo shook his steps and walked towards the bridge with great satisfaction like drunkenness.

I think it's nothing big, it's just a little indigestion. After all, although it's a goddess transformed by a divine power, it's also a god, so it's not so easy to digest.

The crisis was lifted and the benefits were taken, and Zhang Qingyang's consciousness withdrew from the inner universe.

The outside world, fierce battle continued.

Ye Luo urged: "Old Wang, can you do it? When will you still have to procrastinate?"

Wang Hedao: "Okay, this will be solved."

Wang He took the initiative to take a step back, and his aura erupted like a volcano.

The dwarf fishman felt the terrifying murderous aura coming from Wang He. Even if he was as fierce as it, he felt a little scared, and the water was lingering. As soon as the light became strong, water splashed everywhere. When it appeared again, the dwarf fishman had already arrived hundreds of meters away.

The dwarf fishman grinned and remained fierce. He reached out and grabbed a bad pet warrior to death. Who made this pet warrior closest to it?

Wang He glanced contemptuously. He had just learned the bottom line and line of the dwarf fishman's fighting routine and strength. He was confident that he could kill this genius with just one sword.

Wang He was about to rush over a few steps when suddenly a sharp sword light slashed straight towards the dwarf fishman.

This sword was simple and direct, but it exuded a sense of domineeringness. In Wang He's eyes, this sword was no longer simple. He looked up at the master of the sword and saw a fat woman. He cut out a sea of ​​swords with his hands to cover the dwarf fishman.

The sword technique is not simple, and I have already touched the edge of the essence of the sword technique. However, the power is too weak to pose a real threat to the dwarf fishman.

Wang He felt aroused in his heart and suddenly looked at another slim woman behind her.

The charming woman felt something, smiled at Wang He, then reached out to hold her forward.
Chapter completed!