The demon race of the car driver contracted violently, raised his hand and slapped his body heavily. Countless textures suddenly appeared on the surface of the car driver, intertwined with each other, turning into powerful defensive magic patterns.

"Young Master, there is a strong enemy attack. Please stay in the car and wait for the tribe to rescue!"

The words fell, and the demons drove up into the sky, and they were hit with a blow.

With one punch, the magic power was swept, and the "rumbling" roared like a river of roar.

Demonic level!

This inconspicuous demon clan who drives the car is actually a powerful demon-level powerhouse.

It seems that Yun Wuya is not completely unprepared. He arranged such a strong man to secretly protect him.

When he was in Erfeng City, he could detect any accidents at any time and arrive in a very short time.

Under normal circumstances, Yun Wuya is well prepared, not to mention this car that consumes a lot of money. Even if Yunlan encounters an accident, he can ensure that he is safe.

boom

The fog exploded instantly, like a big mouth, swallowing the demons driving in one bite, then continuously shrinking and expanding violently, making a "rumbling" loud "thunder", like rolling thunder.

Obviously, the two sides have fought together.

Yun Lan looked ugly, took a deep breath and said, "Don't worry, the car driver was carefully created by the clan elders. No one below the Demon King level can be broken in a short time. As long as we persist for a while, the clan elders will definitely come!"

The magic patterns carved in the carriage are injected with the breath of the clan elder. Once activated, he will immediately generate a sense.

No matter what arrangement the person who took action made, he could no longer hide Yun Wuya. He would arrive here as quickly as possible.

Qin Yu did not comment. He believed Yun Lan's words, but since the other party took action, would there be no way to deal with it? The car like a turtle shell may not be able to keep peace!

Just as Qin Yu thought of this, his face changed slightly and he turned his head to look out the window.

Half of his body suddenly flew out of the fog. The powerful vitality of the demon race made him not die after suffering fatal damage. He looked at the carriage and roared shrillly, "Young Master, don't come out, don't come out!"

call out

A black shadow instantly passed through half of his body, accompanied by a shocking sound, turning into broken bones and rotten flesh in the sky.

Smack

He landed on the ground and looked up at the car that was now wrapped in layers of defensive magic patterns, with a cold luster flashing in his eyes.
Chapter completed!