: 392. You are waiting to drink the East China Sea water.

If the Yanzhao song is rushing to the thunder, it will rush to the front of the gods, and the hand will catch the blasting furnace and push it to the blue thunder. ▲∴▲∴,
Lin Zhou Li shouted: "Yan Zhao Ge"
In the loud voice, Lin Zhou suddenly reached out and grabbed his face, taking off the blindfold that had been blocking his left eye.
On the polar north of the ice, Lin Zhou was sworn away by the left eye of Yan Zhaoge.
The eyelids are dark, no eyes, no luster, just a pure original darkness.
The surrounding light touched the left eye of Lin Zhou and disappeared immediately, as if it had been swallowed up.
It is like the quietest and purest night.
Yanzhao song instantly feels that he is in an endless darkness. There is no sound, no light, no space exists, and there is no time to pass. There is only one kind of boundless big fear and catastrophe.
The vibration of the smashing furnace "squeaky", the strange suction is emitted, and the darkness is swallowed up.
The darkness disappears, only the light shines, the endless, the roaring silver and white thunder
Yan Zhao sings his eyebrows: "No wonder, it turned out to be one of the nine days of Xian Lei, and the thunder of the night."
The thunder of the night, the world is a primitive darkness, intercepting all sights and sounds, and entering the eternal night.
Until the thunder of the night shines, the most primitive and pure light is degenerated, the night is broken, the thunder is everywhere, and the world is torn.
The thunder is everywhere, the darkness is shrouded, and the various senses of hearing, touch, and vision that suppress the target are deprived, making it seem to die in sleep.
Lin Zhou snorted and there was blood flowing from the left eyelid.
A silver radiance flies out of his left eye, hovering over his head, but it is a light sword made by a silver-white thunder.
Blocked by Lin Zhouyi, Yan Zhao’s footsteps paused slightly, and the big demon behind him has already caught up.
His eight arms, together at the moment, eight fire spears full of destructive power, stabbed toward Yanzhao
Yan Zhao’s songs did not change color, and they were drunk, and the second miniature capsule was opened.
From this miniature sac, two pillars flew out of it, and the wind became known and instantly became extremely large.
An icicle is frozen in the body of the real dragon, and a stone pillar is surrounded by glory and weather.
Yan Zhaoge controlled the pillars of the shrine, and suddenly released the suppression of the icicles.
The body of the frozen dragon in the icicles, although inanimate, not yet exhausted, suddenly swayed.
The fire spear of the great demon spurred, and the burning scent of the fire immediately stimulated the remains of this ice dragon.
During the icicle vibration, the natural reaction to stress is made, and the dragon is spread from it, and the frozen ice dragon seems to have survived.
The ice and the fire collided fiercely at this moment, and the attack of the big fire was blocked, and the icicles were beaten backwards.
However, Yan Zhaoge took this opportunity to spur the shrine column and fiercely slammed into the big fire.
The sky is lit up, intertwined in the air, and turned into an infinite amount of light, making the pillars of the shrine seem to grow bigger.
In the roar, the four-armed and big-armed big demon was stunned and went backwards.
The shrine column was also knocked back and flew backwards. Yan Zhao song reached out and held it back, then pressed down to stop the ice dragon that was in the past.
After being attacked by the Great Flame, the ice dragon was quiet for a moment, just being re-suppressed by Yan Zhaoge with the pillar of the shrine.
The Yanzhao song shrinks the capsule and the shrine column presses the body of the real dragon to regain it.
But a bigger crisis is already in sight.
The vortex rising from the abyss has expanded and engulfed the surrounding space, and the edge has already caught up with Yan Zhaoge.
The great demon who was knocked back by the shrine column, screamed and screamed, half of the body, had been sucked by the whirlpool.
The whirlpool keeps sweeping outwards, swept away everything that dares to block, and it’s just a stone’s throw away.
Lin Zhou stood in the sacred thunder of the gods, one hand holding his left eye with blood, the other hand, the index finger standing like a sword, pointing to Yan Zhao song.
The Yongye Leijian, which hovered over his head, flew toward the Yanzhao song.
Although the horrible whirlpool, the enchantment of the gods and the thunder, is already close at hand, but Lin Zhou clenches his teeth, is not retreating, his right eye is staring at Yan Zhaoge.
"Yan Zhao song, today is not your death, that is, I am dead." Lin Zhou pale, but look fierce: "This time you can live away from the East China Sea, I drink the sea here"
Yongye Leijian's silvery and strange lightning, instantly turned into a darkness, covering the sky, to swallow the Yanzhao song.
The gods and thunders are enchanted by the enchantment, and the thunder of the night is intercepted. Lin Zhou has tried his best to get the Yan Zhao song directly into the horror vortex that swallowed everything.
Half of the body is now the big flaming demon in the whirlpool, and now roaring, there is a fire spear in his hand, throwing at Yanzhao song
This is a dead blow, that is to drag the Yan Zhao song to accompany the funeral
Yan Zhao song body turned, the hands of the furnace to meet the fire spear, blocking the horrible destructive power.
At the same time, Yan Zhao song's right hand robe sleeves, a three-section long dark green bamboo branches in the palm of his hand.
The bamboo branches are pulled out, the light is everywhere, hitting the thunder of the night
The darkness receded, the silver light burst, and the Yongye Leijian was beaten back by Yan Zhao.
Lin Zhou snorted, his mouth overflowed with blood, but he stood firmly in his feet, stabilized the sacred enchantment of the gods, and blocked the Yan Zhao song rushed up.
Seeing that the horrible whirlpool is already coming into contact with the body of Yan Zhaoge.
In front of Yan Zhao’s song, there is also a road to the blue mine barrier, blocking the way.
The edge of the vortex has also reached the vicinity of Qinglei.
Brother Nalo called: "We also withdraw."
Lin Zhou said: "wait again"
Zhang’s brother, who is next to Luo’s brother, also called:
Can’t wait any longer

Lin Zhou was furious: "I said to wait for you to do anything"
All the Tianlei Temple warriors stayed in the woods.
Just in front of them, their own Zhang brother, hands clasped, clasped the neck of Luo brother, and then twisted
Luo Shixiong made a desperate scream, and he thundered and thundered.
However, Master Zhang is also full of anger and turmoil, forming a horrible black storm, and the purple light is shining in the storm.
A black tiger appeared behind the brother of Luo, and made a terrible roar. He broke the neck of the Tianlei Temple of the surname Luo and separated the body.
Lin Zhou’s eyes are stunned:
Black scorpion gods, ghosts and tigers

"Zhang Shixiong" laughed, but he was still a small and lean look: "It is your family, Tiger."
In the big laughter, he kept moving, and he shot in a row, breaking the blue flag that was originally supported by Luo’s brother.
The gods smashed the enchantment and suddenly began to collapse.
Yan Zhaoge sat on Panpan, rushing forward all the way, watching Lin Zhou coldly.
"Drinking dry sea water, you can start now." To be continued.