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The emperor took Ye Lingyue, Ye Lingyue set his mood, and then looked at the eye-devil, the corpse looked uneasy.

Can the road to the sky really lead to thirty-three days?

"I don't know, it's just that the Witch King is saying this. It is said that the end of the road to heaven is thirty-three days. If you walk through the road of heaven, you can become a heavenly person. Some of you can become a high-level person. Immortal."

The corpse replied, and roaring in the bottom of his heart, these people seem to have not figured out the situation.

If they are witches, shouldn't the name of the Witch King be shivering and shivering? How could this be the reaction?

"And what you said is called the emperor, it is death and life, and when you ask the witch king, you know."

The corpse said again.

"The corpse, you are not playing tricks, you don't think I can't see it, you want to lead us up the mountain to find the Witch King."

The emperor snorted and looked at the corpse's gaze, and it was cold.

The corpse was so frightened that he felt a chill, only to feel the coldness of the whole body, and even the tongue was frozen and knotted.

"I don't mean that. If you don't believe it, you can go up the mountain with me and see the road up the mountain. I know, I heard that soon after, the road to Tongtian will be opened. Can you become a heavenly person and enter the road of heaven? Got it."

The corpse eyeball turned around, but I didn't expect that my trick would be seen by this kid.

"Don't listen to him saying that the Witch King is cruel, really wants to go up the mountain, everyone is going to go back."

The old Xintou is drinking by the side.

These lonely souls have been in Wang Wushan for so long. The actions of the Witch King are also deaf, but he did not know that the Witch King actually controlled the corpse and secretly harmed them.

At this time, in the direction of the mountainside, suddenly there was a rumble of sound, just like the spring thunder.

In the direction of the mountainside, the fog that had been shrouded in the waist of Wang Wu suddenly spread out.

The corpse saw it and was overjoyed.

"A good old man, are you not afraid of death, actually dare to insult the Witch King. The great Witch King, there are foreign Lushan people who want to harm your most loyal courtiers, save me!"

The corpse suddenly shouted at the mountainside.

Ye Lingyue and the emperor looked awkward, and Ye Lingyue quickly let Xiaoxuan and Xiaowuyu retreat. The emperor spurred Jianqi, and the sword screamed, and he wanted to protect himself in front of a few people.

"I don't know the ants who live and die, but dare to swear to Wang Wushan. The corpse, you have nothing to use."

Seeing the direction of the mountainside, the moment the fog spreads out, there is a pair of skinny, gray-gray claws that fall from the sky.

The ghost claws, the claws are fierce, revealing a cold air, the left paws explored the corpse, the claws smashed the soul chain bound by Ye Lingyue on the corpse, and the right paw was a claw. The direction in which the devil is.

The Witch King's soul has been in the soul for a long time. He woke up today and found that the atmosphere of the little devil was close at hand, and naturally he would not let it go.

"Little devil! Go to the ancient battlefield, don't look back!"

The old Xin head met, and his eyes were fast, and he pushed the imp to Ye Lingyue and the emperor, but he himself was caught by the Witch King.

At the time of the emergence of the Witch King, there was a large amount of fog in the direction of the mountainside.

The fog was coming, and it was mixed with a rotten smell. The color was red and green. When Ye Lingyue looked at it, he knew that the fog was poisonous.

"Be careful, don't get foggy."

Ye Lingyue and Emperor Yi's eyes exchanged, and the two no longer hesitated. Ye Lingyue rolled up the imp, with the soul chain, and the Emperor's hand, a small blackbird and a small donkey, according to the old Xintou's statement, Going in the direction of the ancient battlefield.

Lao Xintou stayed in Wang Wu for a long time. He has his own method for how to deal with the Witch King.

The strength of the Witch King is unpredictable, and it is not a hard time.

"Old Xintou!"

The little devil is constantly struggling, and it sees the old Xintou being taken away by the Witch King.

"Old ghosts, actually dare to obstruct the king's plan, **** it!"

The soul of the old Xintou, like a piece of paper, was shredded directly by the Witch King.

"Leave! Devil, you must leave Wang Wu!"

The voice of the old ghost echoed coldly in the air.

Ye Lingyue's heart sank down.

However, she did not look back, she also knows that even if it is turned back, it is too late.

The Witch King can tear a ghost with five thousand years of souls, and it is much more powerful than they think.

"Let me go back, I want to go back, I can't leave the old Xintou."

The little devil struggled, and the soul chain in Ye Lingyue's hand creaked.

Behind him, the atmosphere of the Witch King is getting closer and closer.

The little devil is still struggling like this, and Ye Lingyue is hard to protect from being affected, I am afraid that it will be caught soon.

"If you want to die in the old white, you will struggle."

Ye Lingyue just faintly dropped a sentence, the side of the soul chain, quickly did not move.

This child is a good thing.

Ye Lingyue was relieved. She and the emperor looked at each other and the two men doubled up and walked toward the core area of the ancient battlefield.

Behind him, the atmosphere of the Witch King gradually disappeared.

And look like, as the old Xintou said, the Witch King does not know for what reason, his range of activities is limited, only around the mountainside activities.

Leaving that area, the Witch King is struggling.

This means that it is safe to break into the active area of the Witch King without leaving the core area of the ancient battlefield.

After Ye Lingyue and Emperor Yi confirmed that there was no tracking behind them, this stopped their footsteps.

Around, there is only the sound of the wind.

"Little devil, if you are uncomfortable, you will cry."

Ye Lingyue gently let go of the imp.

After the little guy died from the old Xintou, he didn't scream.

Ye Lingyue couldn't see its expression, but her gods could feel an unspeakable sorrow and resound in the air.

Ye Lingyue sighed.

She is not good at dealing with this parting scene.

For the devil, the old Xintou is its only relative, and now the only relatives are gone.

"I don't cry, old Xintou said, crying is the performance of the weak."

The voice of the devil is stubborn and tender.

The little soul of the group, motionless.

"We will think of helping you revenge."

Ye Lingyue raised his hand and wanted to appease the imp, but he could fall into the air in the air.

She only remembered that this child did not even have a flesh.

"I will take revenge myself, Witch King, I must kill him."

Ye Lingyue couldn't see the little devil's look, but at this time, she could feel a strong hatred from the devil.

A child who is only six years old, how can there be such a terrible idea of destroying the earth?

Even Ye Lingyue, who is a god-minded teacher, felt a trepidation at this time.

Imp, what is it from?