: 834, who is behind the scenes?

834, who is behind the scenes? "What are you doing?" Mingwu glanced at the gloomy glance, his hand swayed, and a wind-based spiritual power would sway the broken spring.
"Don't be nervous, I just sigh." The yin looked up at the sky, and he sighed again when he discovered that the broken spring had disappeared.
The little girl in front of her eyes is really lucky. If he is not mistaken, she should have got the spring water, and, what is fatal, it is still given by Jing Jingquan.
Ming Mist Yan did not care what the Yin Shi looked, turned and left.
At this time, the sky began to clear, the rain stopped, and the night began to collect all the water collected by the ice-colored grass green leaves and carefully screened to see if they had collected the springs.
The people of the Three Kingdoms Temple only looked at the sky with regret. I knew that there was no hope for the search for the Broken Spring. Because the Broken Springs escaped this time, the spiritual power was scattered. It was even easier to find it. .
Everyone, look at me, I see you, my heart is not sorrowful.
Mingwu Yan sees the Yinsi always following himself, then stops and asks: "What are you doing with me? Are you always with the lyrics in front of you?"
The yin smiled: "Yu Qin sees the savage king chasing a black shadow, and he followed. I didn't follow him at all times."
"See other people?" Mingwuyan looked around and found no other people, and she was worried.
The powerful and secret mysterious force in front is to pick up his own Dantian. I don’t know who the people behind the scenes are, and whether others will be persecuted.
The gloomy glanced at the distance, and this again said: "It is better to wait for them here!"
Mingwuyan did not say anything, some suspiciously looked at him, waiting? What he means is that as long as he waits here, will other people come over?
At this time, the night old suddenly angered and threw away all the green leaves on the hand, the water drops scattered on the ground, a pair of muddy eyes full of sigh.
He suddenly turned his head and looked at the fog, and said coldly: "The power of the Holy Voice is something on the mainland of the Devil. If you smother it, you have to pay the price."
Mingwuyan picked up his eyebrows and said with a funny voice: "The cost? What price do you want?"
The old-fashioned gaze looked at Mingwuyan for a while: "Hand over the artifacts, or else, with the equivalent of something."
The eyes of Mingwuyan also cooled down. I saw shameless people, but it was the first time I saw this old, and I was still shameless.
She glanced at the Princess of Qinxian, and then coldly said to the old saying: "Where do you ask me to ask for the power of the Holy Sound? And, how do you prove that what I got is the power of the Holy Spirit of the Devil's Land? You can give evidence, I will give it to you."
On the rogue, she can't beat the old man, but she is not scared. He said that if she gives things, she will have to hand over the things immediately. She is also tempered.
Moreover, how to say, she is also the princess of the Northern Desert State, the barbaric king of the ridiculous month, is a man of the Fanmen, how can easily compromise.
"What evidence is there, the piano in your hand has a strong breath of sacred power. This is the magic of the mainland, you must hand it over." The old saying goes, the face is serious.
"The smell can prove something, I can also say that you have the breath of the power of the Holy Spirit! Not only that, but you also have a dark atmosphere on your body, watching it seems to have cultivated some kind of evil power, it is possible There is a weapon in his body." Ming Mist Yan said very seriously.
When I heard the night, I was shocked. In addition to being shocked, I was anxious.
This little girl is not only sharp, but also not simple, even the evil devices on his body can be perceived.
The bright fog sees the night and the old look is slightly changed, then I know that I guessed it right. She snorted. "Although there is nothing in your body that is not my business, but you want me to hand over things, you must If you hand over the evil weapon on your body, you have to explain the reason. If you want to die, you will say it again."
"You..." The old man's face was black and angry. "There is no evil weapon on the old man. You can't talk nonsense."
The fog was cold and snorted. "You lie to the ghosts. There is no evil weapon. The smell of your body will be so gloomy, unless you have cultivated evil."
At this time, the Prince of Tianfan and Fengtingyi came together. When they saw Xiaoyan and their masters in dispute, the look of the face of Prince Tianfan was somewhat complicated.
Prince Tianfan approached his master and earnestly said: "Master, the power of the Holy Voice has always been in the royal holy land of my devil's land, but no one has ever been seen, and no one has ever seen it. The power of the Holy Voice has to be said. Even if there is, the power of the Holy Sound chooses her, then she is its master. I hope the Master will not care about this anymore."
When I saw my apprentice at night, I spoke for the little girl. My heart was not a taste, but I felt that it was a good time to step down. Then I said coldly: "Forget it, look at your face, don't follow this girl." Count it out."
What he is worried about at the moment, if things get worse, when the king returns, the things that have evil weapons on his body will be exposed.
Mingwuyan also has no intention of holding on to the night, she does not care about why there is a weapon in the night, just to see that this night has become so docile and persuable in front of the Tianpu Prince. Let her be surprised.
Feng Ting walked to his sister, whispering: "Yan, let's take a rest on the other side."
"Yeah." Mingwuyan did not care about these people, followed his brother to go.
They chose a more open place and sat on two stones to rest.
Mingwu Yan suddenly mysteriously took the bottle of broken spring water from the sleeves, quietly handed it to his brother, and whispered in his ear.
After listening to his sister's words, Feng Tingwei said with amazement: "Yan, why don't you keep this thing yourself?"
Ming Mist smiled, "My voice has broken through six things, so it is not necessary."
The wind court was silent, and Yan Er asked him to give this broken spring water to Qin Xian Princess. He suddenly had a lot of things in his heart.
On the one hand, the person he had wanted to marry before was the moon and the sky, but he did the same thing for Princess Qinxian.
After thinking about it, he decided to listen to Yan's, and gave this as a gift to Qin Xian Princess. No matter how his relationship with her would become, he would fall into the lake and be involuntarily thin. She is really It is owed to others.
"Yan, you said in front of the night that there seems to be a weapon in the old body. Is it true?" Feng Ting asked again.
Some don't dare to say that Yan is to refute the old night, or really feel it.
Mingwu nodded. "The smell of the old man is really weird. I don't know if there is any evil weapon, but his expression makes me know that he really does. The old man should not look like the surface." You should be careful when you see him in the future. Moreover, the moon scorpion should be a Witch spirit person. I am afraid that this night is long known. You don’t marry her."
The wind court nodded. As early as when the Emperor and the night old let him and Fu Bingzhou test it, he knew that he couldn’t be stunned. It’s not like it or not. It’s really not suitable.
Although he was a little lost, he felt okay. He had the people and things he wanted to guard, and Yan Er and Bei Moguo, he wanted to use his life to guard.
He looked around and found that Prince Tianfan and Qinxian Princess were coming towards this side. He stood up and whispered: "Yan, the sky is going to be dark, don't run around, wait for the king here. come!"
Mingwuyan stood up, her eyes looked far away, and the surroundings were very quiet. She couldn’t see where Xue Yihan was, nor did she find the traces of the masters. In fact, she wanted to find them, just, just like Ting Ying’s brother said, the sky is going to be dark, and she is not familiar with the royal holy land, waiting for them to come to her!
"Xiao Yan, I will rest here this evening. The night of the Royal Holy Land is relatively long and dangerous. Be careful."
Prince Tianfan said, handing her a lamp made of ink-colored spar, explained, "The royal holy place should not be lit up. There will be many St. Meritz in the evening, and there are also some heavenly spirits hidden in the royal holy land. Things, this light can block the haze around you."
Mingwu Yan glanced at him and took things down, whispering a thank you.
Standing in the heart of Qinxian Princess not far away, she sighed softly. The emperor was really good for the singer Wang, and even the evil spirits of the devil's mainland were given to her.
The blue wind of the Three Kingdoms Temple is also thoughtfully looking at this barbarian, I think she is really different from what she imagined, more beautiful, smarter, brighter, and even more lovely than he imagined.
Looking at the gentle and considerate manners of Prince Tianfan, he could not help but understand why such a woman would capture the heart of the savage king.
Such a woman, beautiful and unforgettable, is more difficult to refuse.
Lan Yu saw his brother staring at the barbarian Wang, and could not help but look at the past. He had to say that this barbarian is indeed a rare beauty, and he is also comfortable to watch. He has a unique temperament and is unbearable.
However, this barbaric king seems to have no spiritual power. She can hardly feel any spiritual fluctuations in her body, and people can't help but worry about her safety.
At this moment, Lan Yu suddenly saw a translucent big hand on the top of the king's head. This big hand suddenly showed a state of phantom, and the head of the bright fog was smashed over...
"Be careful……"
"Hide away..."
"Ban Wang, go away..."
The three voices sounded in unison, and the faster than the sound was the figure of the Emperor of Heaven. He waved his hand directly into the sky, preventing the big palm of the in the sky.
However, his blockage seems to have no effect. The big palm of the god's qi condenses directly penetrates the spiritual power of the celestial prince, and brings the spiritual power of the celestial prince directly to the bright fog.