Chapter 297: Cold ink

Shangguan Yunyi’s domineering cold voice: "I will not let you give me the opportunity to regret."
"Cloud Wing! You are too naive, do you really think that I can't hide your red thunder? You have to know that you have passed away, no longer the former Emperor Yunyi." Night Ji sneered.
"I said, you are not qualified to call me a cloud wing!"
With the sound of Shangguan Yunyi's ice falling, the red thunder in the sky turned all over the Shangguan Yunyi.
"Dianjun!"
Watching the countless red thunder rushing toward their temple.
The disciples of the temple all shouted.
This red mine will only appear when the robbery is over.
The disciples of the temple only care about their temple princes, but they completely forget that Shangguan Yunyi was the reincarnation of the emperor who was born between heaven and earth.
With the turmoil of the Red Thunder, Shangguan Yunyi exudes a creaking sound.
At this time, Shangguan Yunyi's white robe with the elegant and noble purple hair, and the deep purple deep scorpion, looks so fascinating and heart-rending.
At this moment, the thunder and lightning is like a strong golden dragon that has smashed the clouds, and in an instant, the endless sky is shining.
"Red Ray goes."
With this domineering voice, the red thunder shook, and then went to the night like a sword.
"Cloud Wing! I don't think you are so unrequited." Night Ji looked at Shangguan Yunyi with a look of anger and anger.
She thought that he was hurting her at most. Unexpectedly, he actually wanted her life.
"what……!"
"puff……!"
Night Ji’s screaming screams loudly the entire temple of Xingyue, and then spit blood.
cough! cough! cough!
Night Ji screamed coughingly on his chest, and his blood continued to grow in his mouth.
She actually can't escape the attack of Yunyi?
This is impossible……
It is impossible for him to recover his memory and resume his repairs.
Even if this is the case, Night Ji is still sneer: "Cloud... Emperor Yunyi! You can hurt me, but you can never kill me."
Night Ji said that he was laughing.
"Ha ha ha...!"
Shangguan Yunyi heard nothing here, but the thin lips evoked a cruel bloodthirsty, and the person who wanted to hurt his hoe, no matter who he was, he would not let go.
The wide palms face up into five claws, and there are dense red thunders on them.
Don't look at these is just a small red thunder, even if it is the strongest of the gods, if you are caught by this tiny red thunder, it will turn into coke.
Unless it is a robbery, who can bear the attack of the Red Thunder?
The red thunder screamed in the hands of Shangguan Yunyi, and it made people feel that the scalp was numb and frightened.
This is a god-like sacred person. At this moment, there is no such thing as a fairy god, but it is like Ashura from hell.
The horrible atmosphere makes people suffocate, domineering is emitted from inside, and people are afraid of him from the soul.
Shangguan Yunyi looked cold and looked at the red thunder in his hand, and then hesitated and swayed to the night Ji.
With the wave of Shangguan Yunyi, the red thunder on the hand quickly attacked the night Ji.
Looks like a small red light ball, but in fact there are thousands of small red mines.
The night of a pair of red dragonfly is all red red gathered by the red thunder, she is not reconciled, really not reconciled.
"Cold Mo Xuan!"
With the night Ji shouted.
A white light stunned everyone's eyes.