Chapter 825 (2/2)
Now she can't cope with zunjie. The boundless cultivation atmosphere is just around xuanjie. If her cultivation can be restored to its heyday
When Yun Qingyan was making a small abacus in his heart, several black robed messengers had already recited the incantation in their mouths. Without blinking their eyes, they cut their palms with a knife, and the fresh blood flowed out of their palms!
”With my blood, the land of sacrifice to the dead!
comfort the soul of the dead with my blood!
With my blood, the spirit of the dead
The hoarse old voice gradually came out from under the black robed man's hood, and the howling and whining in the wind became louder and louder.
The Yin wind howled, like a dead soul who died in battle. With the wind passing by, Yun Qingyan felt the temperature of the whole body suddenly became chilly, and a layer of sensitive goose bumps suddenly appeared on the exposed skin.
At this time, the evil and bright red sun was also formally hung in the middle of the sky and fell on the tomb of Qingfeng!
”Broken!” With the clang of a fall, the whole mountain burst out a burst of moving sky to earth buzzing sound!
”Roar!”
”Roar!”
”Roar!”
One, two, three!
A roar followed by a roar, like through the wall of another world, deafening!
It seems as if there are one after another covering the sky and the sun in the great wild animals in succession!
I don't know if it's the illusion of Yun Qingyan. She always thinks that the third animal roar seems to have been heard there!
With the three great roars of animals falling down, and then, it is the sound of all the animals singing together, which forms a grand symphony!
It's strange that, all around, there is no shadow of a Warcraft!