"Okay." The storm responded, his figure faintly revealed from the wind, his handprints changed sharply, and a small hurricane floated on his palm. The small hurricane was not dazzling, very hazy and gentle, but it faintly echoed the storm brewing between heaven and earth.

"The Nineth level of the Gangfeng dances around the world." The Storm shouted softly, "Go!"

With this light shout, the light between heaven and earth was introverted and dim, as if all the energy in the sky was pulled into the dark clouds. The tornado that could not be seen spread across the dark clouds, accompanied by purple lightning, thunder, and the scorching sun lost its splendor. There was only ink light in the sky. Except for black, the sky had no other colors.

The tornado and the sky were as if they were formed in heaven. It came in an instant, colliding with thousands of sword lights, emitting lights that soared into the sky. The rumbling sound of impact collapsed the earth, roaring mountains and rivers, shaking the stars and moons, and surging waves.

The pitch-black tornado swept across the sky and the earth, and the hall collapsed, making people feel a trembling from the soul.

"The Storm is simply the residence of the wind." Xiao Zhan exclaimed. At this time, he was not willing to fall behind and transformed into a golden roaring sky tiger that was as thick as a mountain. The tiger claws as thick as a mountain covered with scales. With one palm, he slapped it out, and the space was collapsing.

Purple shadow and Le Shaolong swept away from each other, and the weapons lit up an extremely cold and cold light. The light soared into the sky, and the light rushed forward, flying across and across, woven into a net of heaven and earth.

Xiao Yan snorted coldly, his handprint changed, and dark green flames rose, and the power of the soul and fighting energy were poured into it desperately. A dark green fire lotus was rotating drippingly, and the temperature in the nearby space increased sharply, and the cracks exuded a heart-shaking power.

"Go!" Xiao Yan flicked his finger, and the fire lotus turned into a blue light and rushed into the center of the storm, exploding a flame that soared into the sky in the black tornado.

Golden lights rushed up, and the howling seemed to know its power. It tried its best to avoid the ink-colored light, but it was a blow that the storm had been accumulating its strength for a long time, and Xiao Yan and others took all their strength. Howling was so easy to avoid? The howling was inseparable and was swallowed up in the ink-colored storm.

The storm, fire, lightning, starlight, green mist, colorful, a dazzling firework burned in the center of the tornado, but smoke and dust filled it, and the eyes were invisible. Only a shrill cry came from the center of the tornado, like a ghost roaring, shaking people's ears buzzing, and a cool air was blowing from the back.

The smoke and dust slowly dispersed, and golden light could be seen vaguely circling in the storm, but it became dimmer and dimmer.

Although the howling was strong, it was single-handedly destined to be destined by Xiao Yan and others' tacit cooperation. Clouds covered the howling's body; wind took away the vitality of howling; fog purified the howling's soul; electricity deprived the howling's pride.

The wind and mist dissipated, and the howling figure slowly appeared. I saw that all the golden scales on the body of the howling were falling off. I knelt on the ground with one foot, my wings were broken, my expression was extremely ferocious, full of resentment and anger. After a closer look, my huge eyes had lost their luster, and there were still a few shrill screams in the sky, like the Nine Nether Ghosts crying, "I am dead, what supports the howling is just a very unwilling resentment." Nan Erming sighed.

One of the guardians of the illusion, a monster with the strength of the six-star Doudi, died in the hands of several five-star Doudi. No wonder he howled unwillingly and died with his eyes open.

After gasping for breath, everyone began to look around. The power of the battle just now was too great, and the entire fortress had turned into ruins. The heavy gate fell to the ground, and the totem pole standing into the sky was broken into several sections, falling on the ground in a row, and the former glory would slowly sink into the wind and sand of history.

It was not until this time that everyone discovered that the three fortresses that seemed to be connected from a distance were actually more than a thousand miles apart, but fortunately, the battle storm did not affect other fortresses, otherwise it would be hard to predict any changes.

"What is that?" Ziying murmured, a little strange.

Everyone looked at the ruins and saw rocks piercing through the sky, and many large boulders fell nearby. One of the totem poles with only half a piece seemed to be different. The carvings on them were exactly the opposite of other totems. If you don't look carefully, it is easy to ignore them.

"Did you accidentally turn the turmoil?" Feng Feng was puzzled and waved his hand and blew a gust of wind, trying to blow all the yellow sand beside the totem pole to see more clearly.

The wind blew and the coolness blew. Everyone suddenly realized that their skin was more intimate with the breathing of nature. They looked down and found that in the battle just now, their clothes were all damaged. It was more like cloth strips than clothes.

"Everyone is turned around, don't peek!" Ziying's face was so blushed that water was about to drip out of it.

Everyone obediently followed the orders. Before everyone could turn around completely, Ziying ran and rushed to the back of a big stone as fast as possible, took out her clothes from the ring and changed it.

Soon, Xiao Yan and others changed their clothes and looked at each other. The erotic feeling just now seemed to be swaying in front of them, speechless for a moment, a little embarrassed.

"Cough cough cough." Xiao Yan spoke out and asked to stop the topic, "Come on the battlefield quickly, and then let's see what happened to that totem pole."

Everyone nodded quickly, harvesting the howling magic core and essence and blood, and even letting go of the feathers on their bodies. High-level monsters are high-level monsters, and there is no place on their bodies. Everyone sighed repeatedly, while their subordinates were merciless. In just a blink of an eye, the howling did not even leave a scum, and everyone seemed to be still unsatisfied.
Chapter completed!