"Let’s go!" Jiang Tai’s face was anxious.
"What’s the matter?" Sun Wu is slightly at a loss.
The two of them came out of a mess, and they should have settled down. Jiang Tai is so anxious.
"Go, go, go!" Jiang Tai is eager to shout.
A trickle of cold sweat emerged.
Sun Wu’s face turned crazy. This is the first time I’ve seen Jiang Tai’s expression. What kind of danger actually makes Jiang Tai so rude?
Sun Wu shouldn’t neglect to carry Jiang Tai through the mountains quickly.
Sun Wu’s nerves are also tense.
After flying for a long, long time for an hour, Sun Wu didn’t feel any pursuers coming. Sun Wu’s face changed. "What is the danger?"
"Let me go!" Jiang tai anxious way
Sun Wu refused to let Jiang Tailai ask, "What’s the danger? Say it, I also have a response! "
Sun Wu was impatient.
Jiang Tai broke away from Sun Wu and quickly rushed into the Woods. "I can’t hold it any longer!"
"What?" Sun Wu slightly one leng.
There is a "Hua" running water in the Woods. Sun Wu’s face froze and it turned black. Come to Nima!
Chapter one hundred and seventy-two Escape from Ascension
The underworld! Prison sea!
No, the old mountain master is guarding the foggy area with a large number of immortals.
Wait for a few months, and many people show impatience. Wu Xingyun should be dead, right?
The owner of the old mountain has always insisted that all talents have nothing to do.
"Hum!"
Suddenly the vast fog jerked a quiver.
"The foggy Jedi of the patriarch has changed!" A fairy suddenly exclaimed.
Close your eyes and adjust your breath. The old mountain master suddenly stared at the Jedi in the fog not far away.
The fog trembled and then churned up strongly.
"Hoo!"
No, the old mountain master suddenly got up in a clot.
"Hua!"
Suddenly, all the practitioners sat cross-legged around and stepped up in surprise to see the foggy Jedi in front of them.
"Boom!"
There was a sudden roar in the great withering.
"yi yin!"
Many people pull out their fairy swords and look at the fog coldly.
"Wu Xingyun is coming out. Listen, everyone, don’t let her get away!" No, the old mountain master fried and drank
"Hey!" Everyone was shocked by a big drink.
The dark clouds slowly dispersed, and the moon hung high, and the surrounding illumination was bright.
"Hum!"
Suddenly, the fog suddenly gathered and then suddenly became a little smaller.
Everyone’s eyes are dignified.
"Hum!"
The fog narrowed by one point again.
"Huh?" The strong around gave me a hint of curiosity.
"Hum!"
This time, the fog was reduced to half of its original size.
"The patriarch Jedi is getting smaller and the fog is getting smaller!" A fairy face a lane change.
"Hum!"
The fog shrank by half again.
"Hum!"
It’s getting smaller and smaller, and soon the fog has left ten feet in diameter, and everyone’s heart is in their throats. In such a small range, Wu Xing Yun can’t escape.
"Hum!"
The fog has shrunk to about ten feet.
"What?" No, the old master suddenly exclaimed
"Hum!"
The fog gathered again and then disappeared.
"gone? Impossible! " The fairy suddenly drink a way
"Boom!"
No, the old mountain master flew to the center in an instant, and his hand was pressed.
"Bang!"
The surrounding sea suddenly divided in all directions, but the previous fog was gone, not a bit.
"No way, Wu Xingyun, get out of here!" Not the old master suddenly sharp roar a way