393, Holy City Land

In the darkness, there seems to be a bright purple lightning snake passing through the air, rubbing the air to form a purple flame, which is extremely bright on the dark sky of the stars and moon.

That's a purple electric nine-curve gun! Han Jing saw it from afar and was even more anxious, urging Binglin to rush in that direction. The speed of Binglin accelerated, the wind roared by, and soon rushed over the holy city. The defense array of the holy city opened, and black smoke surged on the faint white dome-shaped light.

The trees on the road outside the holy city were damaged, and the forest belts around the city and the holy city were seriously damaged. At night, the uneven forest belts rustled.

The purple electric nine-curve gun flashed away, and Han Jing rushed over for only a few breaths. The purple light in the mask was still not dispersed, but there was no gun, nor did she see Yang Feng. The road leading to the gate of the Holy City was full of corpses. On both sides of the road, she could not see anything. She knew that everything fell outside both sides of the road. Everyone died, and a cold wind came, and she felt chills deep inside

"Yang Feng, are you still there?" Han Jing shouted, and her voice shrank in the cool evening wind. There was no response, only Lin came from a rustling sound like a ghost crying. She walked through the open gate and didn't hear any shouts. The dead bodies were stained with blood, and the smell of choking nose was disturbing.

Standing at the top of an arch bridge, you can see thousands of lights like stars shining in the large and small buildings of the holy city, like beads spreading far away under the night. If it weren't for the body and blood stains, and if it weren't for the disturbing nasal smell, the scenery in front of her would be more beautiful. At this time, everything in front of her made Han Jing more and more flustered.

Is it too late? Will Grandpa Feng also die? And Brother Mu must also be in the holy city. Will he also die? Han Jing was so anxious that her forehead was sweaty, and her legs were as heavy as lead.

"Binglin, go to the main hall." Han Jing jumped on the back of the dragon and whispered. She can't tell the difference between east, west and north now. If she can't find anyone to ask for directions, she can only count on Binglin.

Binglin flew away and came to the main hall of the Xuanqi Temple in an instant. Han Jing accidentally found that Xue Shura was confronting another Xuanyi old man on the top of the tallest building of the main hall. Both of them restrained their momentum and stood there like two ordinary people. Around the main hall, there were dense people and mysterious beasts, and neither people nor mysterious beasts moved or made any sound.

I don't know what the situation is. Han Jing didn't dare to disturb Grandpa Blood easily and let Binglin float in place.

The fire phoenix floated over silently, like a red streamer cutting through the dark night. Binglin told Han Jing with his mind: "Where is the fire phoenix? I didn't see Yang Feng!"

Why isn't Yang Feng with Huo Feng? Great fear enveloped Han Jing's heart. The fire phoenix flew down on her shoulder and silently wiped her cheeks with a sharp beak, like a lost child who was excited to find his parents but could not cry with joy.

"What's going on?" Han Jing was even more frightened.

"There is something wrong with the smell of choking your nose." Binglin said.

"Even if you can kill me, you can't save those people. How about we shake hands?" The person standing opposite Xue Shura said that the sound was blown away by the wind and intermittently reached Han Jing's ears.

Xue Shura said lightly, "Those people are dead or alive. I'm not interested in caring about them. Yang Feng asked me not to let you escape. If you are willing, you can be captured. We will save trouble. Otherwise, when Yang Feng saves their grandfather and breaks up with you, I can not interfere.

"What's the price of Xuanqi Temple giving you? I can also give it to you."

"It's just my personal friendship with Yang Feng, which has nothing to do with the Xuanqi Temple. Those people in the Xuanqi Temple have nothing to do with me. You don't have to think about using those people to threaten me, and you don't have to worry about buying me.

"Blood Shura, why do you have to die? You can't fight with me even if you have a personal relationship with Yang Feng.

"Do you know me?"

"The people of Xuanqi Temple have already publicized your situation, and even Xuanqi Temple has prepared a way to control you. Yang Feng's boy is tricky and dealing with him is tantamount to a tiger."

"That's true." Xue Shuluo smiled and didn't look at Han Jing. He pointed to her with his hand: "No matter how many tricks Yang Feng has, he can't use it when he meets the girl. He doesn't dare to count against me. Otherwise, the girl's sword can't forgive him first."

The old man standing opposite the blood Shura turned around and looked at Han Jing on the dragon's back: "Is this Han Jing? It's already the emperor!"

"Ha ha, the 29-year-old emperor is a dazzling genius in any era." Xue Shura said proudly that he completely regarded Han Jing as his junior.

The old man said whimsically, "She also has a marriage contract with my disciple Bai Yi. How about letting them renew the marriage contract?"

Xue Shuluo actually said seriously, "Except for Yang Feng, there is no old man in the world who is worthy of A Jing. This girl is too practical and needs the protection of Yang Feng, a man with many tricks and good strength."

The topic of these two old men actually turned to their own lifelong events, which made Han Jing can't help laughing.

The roar suddenly came from the southeast, and the ground of the holy city began to shake. For example, the ground sank somewhere in the southeast, and some buildings began to tilt to the southeast. There was still no shouting. Han Jing didn't know if there were any of those dumped buildings. She was so nervous that she watched the buildings dumped helplessly.

"Jing girl, stay there and don't move. The Five Hall Alliance attacked the secret place of the Xuanqi Temple, which collapsed. Yang Feng will have no problem." Blood Shura said.

"But Huofeng didn't go with him." On the contrary, Han Jing became more panicked.

"The fire phoenix was seriously injured before. Don't worry, girl, as long as he takes the antidote to old man Yu, he will be fine. With that boy's tricks and means, can't you do this little thing? You don't want to go anywhere, just stay here." Xue Shura stressed, "You may not find him if you go there."

Can masters in heaven also be poisoned? Han Jing asked in surprise, "Master Yu is poisoned?"

"The Five Hall Alliance spent a lot of money this time to refine the poison called 'Black Prison'. After burning, it is smoke-like, with a pungent smell but the body can't feel any abnormality. Only those who drink the medicine first will be poisoned, and the masters of heaven will also be poisoned." Xue Shura himself is also Dan Xiu. He knows the poison of "black prison" very well, and there happens to be corresponding antidotes. Yang Feng took the antidote he gave to save his ancestors.

Han Jing remembered and asked again, "Grandpa Blood, when did you come here? Master Yu, where are they? Where did the rest of Xuanqi Temple go?

"I received a letter from the extraordinary boy. Yang Feng and several people besieged the old guy. Hearing Feng say that the old man fled back to the Moon Bay to cure the poison." Blood Shura said.

Her heart sank, and Han Jing asked anxiously, "Where's Grandpa Feng?"

Fearing that Han Jing's brain would rush to Moon Bay to find the wind without saying anything, Xue Shura quickly said, "He was also poisoned, but after taking my antidote, he also went to Moon Bay with Yang Feng. Except for this old man, no one in the five halls can hurt him, so you don't have to worry.

The depression continues to expand, and the whole holy city is built on a castle on an hourglass and is sinking towards the center of the funnel. All buildings are tilted in the same direction, some have collapsed, and some are crumbling with exaggerated slopes.

This is more frightening than the earth-shaking fight, and Han Jing's hand holding the hilt of the sword began to sweat. She would rather fight to the death with the strong man in heaven than see the sinking without swords in front of her, which gave her a strong sense of helplessness, and her heart was like a small drum pounding.

Feeling Han Jing's panic, Huofeng wiped her cheek with a sharp beak. Feng'er, that waste material is fine, isn't it? Han Jing suddenly grabbed it and asked. At this time, she found that Feng'er's hair from her neck to her abdomen had fallen off, and a large piece of skin had been cut off. Ah? Feng'er!" She screamed and quickly bandaged the fire phoenix.

Huofeng is so seriously injured. How can Yang Feng's condition be? Han Jing's hands that bandaged the fire phoenix were trembling.

"If Yang Feng hangs up, Feng'er won't live." Binglin hinted and sighed from the bottom of his heart: Women in love will always become stupid, and even a demon like Han Jing can't avoid vulgarity.

"Yes! Feng'er is still alive. That waste material must be fine!" Han Jing smiled, and there was a flower in front of her. There was a wave in the direction of sinking, and she could faintly see the human appearance.