390, the change of Southern Desert

The setting sun is half hanging on the spire of the palace, and the soft light paints the outline of the palace, setting off the golden glory of the palace. Approaching, you can see the fierce attack on the walls of the palace, as well as traces of burning smoke. The ground around the palace is dubiously dark red in the charred and scattered bone fragments. All this shows that the palace has been fiercely attacked, and the closed gate of the palace indicates that the fortress has not been conquered.

If the people in the base come alone and have no power to fight again, they will suddenly open the defense array and hurt them. Han Jing kept calling the Snow Fox King with her thoughts and finally heard its response: "Master, I'm dying. Bai Yiming is in a coma. He Yuanshan seems to be dead, and half of the people in the hall are dead."

Han Jing's eyes suddenly turned red, but she did not shed tears. Huo turned around and shouted harshly, "The people in the Temple of Medicine entered the temple to save people, and the people in the temple saved one, which can save the lives of 100 disciples of your Temple of Medicine."

There was no threat that the Xuanqi Temple would wash the Southern Desert Emperor's capital with blood. There was not a word of threat, but it made all those who heard her see the sword shadow and the bloody Shura hell. When Han Jing asked the Snow Fox King to open the door, no one dared to take advantage of the fire.

Lin Yin, who had not been seen for a long time, came out more and more, and she was still shy. She said, "Han Jing, I'll go in and have a try."

Without greeting, Han Jing nodded gently.

Mu Yinwen, the son of the master of the Temple of Medicine, roared in the crowd: "Lin Yin, if you dare to listen to Han Jing, you are betraying the Temple of Medicine!"

Without any hesitation, Lin Yin walked silently to the door of the palace.

"Bitch maidservant is looking for death!"

"Bang!"

In the crowd, Mu Yinwen was slapped in the face by the woman next to him. He covered his face with an unbelievable look and violent light: "Xueyi, did you hit me?"

Time flies, and it seems that there is no trace on Mei Xueyi's body, but her beautiful and dusty temperament is more obvious. Her face is like powder, her black and bright eyelashes are as thick as butterfly wings, and her red cheeks are shallow, and there is an undisputed lightness. Her body wrapped in a moon-white robe is concavex and like a ripe, juicy and soft peach.

is in response to Mu Yinwen's words, but looking at Han Jing, Mei Xueyi said slowly, "The Temple of Medicine should not be mixed with these fights and killings. We are alchemists, and we can completely maintain a detached position. Whether it's the Xuanqi Temple or the Xuanqi Temple, whoever is the leader has nothing to do with the Medicine Temple.

She could see the hostility hidden in Mei Xueyi's eyes, but Han Jing could feel that Mei Xueyi was helping herself, which made her a little confused. However, she did not have time to think much and looked blankly at Mei Xueyi greeting the disciples of the Medicine Temple into the temple to save people.

The sunset slid down from the spire of the palace, like a red heart salted egg yolk that had been split, and the sky behind the palace was dyed and desolate. After the disciples of the Temple of Medicine entered, no one dared to move, as if they were imprisoned by an invisible force, and the scene was a little quiet and strange.

The Snow Fox King staggered out and lay down at Han Jing's feet. Its snow-white fox hair can no longer see its original color. It is black, and it can't tell whether it is stained with blood or burned. The back to the abdomen was tied with white cotton cloth, and the eyes were so swollen that there was only one seam left.

When Binglin saw the appearance of the Snow Fox King, he cursed angrily, "It's really useless!"

The Snow Fox King looked at Binglin aggrievedly and lowered his head without saying a word.

"Xuehu is very brave. Binglin, don't scold it, feed it ice flame elixir." Han Jing said calmly without any anger.

"What should I do if I eat Dan and have diarrhea?" Binglin said that it turned out that it also cared about the Snow Fox King, and he was angry because the Snow Fox King was hurt too much.

The Snow Fox King stared pitifully at the ice, and there was no sound in his dry throat, only a voice from his nose.

"Give it food." Han Jing looked down at the Snow Fox King and spit out three words concisely. Everyone knows that she is very angry now and is just forcibly suppressing her.

Finally, among those who were suppressed by Han Jing's momentum, someone said, "She has only one person, kill her!"

The ice rain that fed a pill to the Snow Fox King quickly appeared, and a mouthful of hail bombs spewed out, knocking down a large number of people.

The Snow Fox King also moved. It jumped up and turned into a white light and accurately pounced on the speaker. It bit the man's throat in one bite. The sharp snow fox claws neatly tore the man's chest. After waiting for the people around him to react, the man's heart had been dug out and eaten by it. He looked up and howled at the sky, and blood flowed from the corners of its mouth, which made it a little strange.

"This snow fox is going to evolve!"

Some people screamed, and the crowd quickly dispersed around. Some people are ready to attack.

"Give it again, Dan." Han Jing held the ice sword in her hand and said headlessly.

Binglin, who returned to human form, knew that this was talking to himself and quickly came forward and stuffed a handful of elixir into his mouth. As he usually ate, he took a variety of elixir together, and he was not afraid of eating Snow Fox King.

"This snow fox can't evolve!" A disciple of the Xuan Temple rushed up with a sword, led by him, and the rest of the people also moved and attacked together.

Binglin didn't like this level of opponents at all. He was too lazy to change back to the shape of a dragon. His palms flew, and the ice mysterious power was like a snow grain blowout, rushing down a group of people who rushed to the front. The thick snow layer covered these people collectively. It raised its hand and rolled away by another ice-blue light, and the snow layer instantly froze into hard ice.

"The strength of this ice dragon has also improved a lot!" In the distance, on the roof of a tall building outside the palace, a man in blue robe sighed at the old man in sackcloth beside him.

"Xueyi's girl's reaction was quite good and put aside the medicine temple from this incident. Otherwise, God knows how many people can survive the next crazy counterattack of Xuanqi Temple. The old man in sackcloth whispered.

"Mei Xueyi's old feelings for Yang Feng are unforgettable, just pretending to be public and private." After saying that, the blue-robed man sighed again: "Han Jing dares to come with a single sword. If the masters of the temples in the southern desert imperial capital had not gone to the holy city, even if she had made great progress in the strength of the mysterious beast contract with her, she would have died this time." There is a sense of regret in the words.

"Your sister's marriage with Yang Feng is probably ruined." The old man in sackcloth said a little gloatingly and smiled when he saw the depressed look of the blue-robed man.

After spitting, the blue-robed man said, "The ancestor of the Yang family took our elixir. Can he spit it out? If he can do such a shameless thing, Yang Feng still has the face to fool around?

"Who is Yang Feng will choose Han Jing instead of your sister. The ancestor of the Yang family ate your elixir, which was voluntarily sent by your Yuan family. At that time, let your sister enter the door to be a concubine. Well, if Han Jing agrees, but I guess with the arrogance of Han Jing, your sister You can't even be a concubine."

"Can Mei Xueyi be Yang Feng's concubine? Even if she flattered Han Jing now? Humph, if you want to please the plum witch, you don't have to raise her niece to suppress my sister. They are all the same. They are all rotten goods that have been eaten and wiped away by Yang Feng!" The man in blue robe roared with fire.

Han Jing seemed to feel something. She turned her face and looked over. The blue-robed man and the old man in sack quickly fell to the ground. She looked away carelessly and continued to pay attention to those people. At this time, she also estimated that the masters of the temples in the imperial capital had gone to the holy city, and she was worried about the situation of the main hall of the holy city. However, she can't leave the Southern Desert Capital yet.

The frost of the mask is getting colder and colder, and the cold mood also affects the ice sword. The power of the sword spreads around like a tide, affecting not only the corner of the palace, but also the whole emperor. The people who stay in the imperial capital of the temples have a sense of great disaster.

"The slaughter of the city?" The violent female dragon Binglin roared excitedly, and the voice spread all over the city, so scared that some people who huddled in the room and did not dare to come out cry desperately.

She glanced at Binglin coldly and said calmly, "No, just let them not move."

"All be honest, those who move will die!" Binglin's automatic annotation for Han Jing's words, with a majestic roar, the whole city was silent. With its strength, it is really easy to slaughter the city when the masters of the imperial capital are exhausted, so no one dares to disobey its words.

"Ajing, Binglin is really majestic!"

Hearing the sound, Han Jing suddenly turned around and saw the almost unrecognizable Bai Yiming. He seemed to have been fished out of the sea of blood. Even his hair was red, and there was a horrible scar of flesh and flesh on his face. Only the bright and beautiful breath when she smiled made her familiar. Her voice choked involuntarily: "Brother Bai!"