Lao Zhu Yan raised his head and looked in the direction of his finger, and laughed loudly: "It's just a gust of wind, so what? Is it possible that the three of you still have the strength to fly away with the wind?"

"Ouch!" In the sound, a group of Zhu Yans patted their chests and pressed towards the three of them, about to rush through the dragon's fire sacrificed by Long Potian.

Lian Longpo looked up at the sky and asked blankly: "The wind is coming? Can it take away little Ling'er?"

In his eyes, Jiang Ling'er is naturally the weakest. As long as she can leave safely, he and Li Xiuyuan can fly down the mountain with all their might!

Li Xiuyuan looked at Lao Zhu and said with a smile: "When the wind comes, it's time for me to leave!"

Lao Zhuyan looked up at the sky and laughed wildly: "You are flying! I don't believe you are God's illegitimate child, but you are striking me with a thunder!"

"Boom!" A thunderous sound!

A bolt of golden lightning struck the place where Lao Zhu Yan had just stood. If he hadn't taken a few steps forward, he would have shed some of his skin even if he died.

Lao Zhu was so frightened that he looked at the night sky blankly and shouted: "It's amazing that you are God! I am the master of this place!"

"Boom!" A bolt of lightning turned into a golden sword and slashed at Lao Zhu Yan's body. He fell to the ground with a bang, and countless blood spattered out.

Before Long Potian could scream in surprise, a tornado swept through the sky and swept the three of them away like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, towards the thick black clouds.

Under Lao Zhu's hateful and hateful eyes, there were no more three figures on the mountain top.
Chapter completed!