The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

  Chapter 1688 Blue Bird and Darkness

   With a move of Yan Ye's hand, the Sifang God Prison that had locked the ancestor flew towards Yan Ye's hand like a Rubik's cube, and sank into his palm. He raised his hand and smiled slightly, a radiant light flashed on his face, "I'm afraid you won't be as lucky as me!"

  Sifang God Prison has been refined by Yan Ye, unless Yan Ye dies, the ancestor will not have the chance to refine Sifang God Prison. But, looking at the entire Lubisi continent, who has the ability to make something happen to Yanye?

   Moreover, even if the Sifang God Prison doesn't respect Yan Ye as the master, and there is no Shouguang as a bridge, the ancestors don't have the ability to refine the Sifang God Prison.

  The Spirit God Clan was completely wiped out!

  In the thirty-three days, the oldest and most powerful race has the blood of the Creator God. I don't know how many hidden methods, but in Yan Ye's hands, it is like an ant, without the slightest resistance.

  The whole world seemed to be quiet, and everyone seemed to hear a sigh coming from their ears.

  At this time, Yue Mengying held the long sword dripping blood in her hand, and looked at the wisps of black smoke floating in the sky stupidly, tears came out all at once.

  At the end of the battlefield, a person hurriedly arrived, but at this moment he also stopped in his tracks, like a moon and a dream, tears streaming down his face like rain.

  Chu Feng seemed to have a premonition, he suddenly turned his head to look over, and saw the face that had been haunted by countless nights. He really wanted to shout, but at this moment, the war was still in full swing, so he couldn't help shouting, "Jagged team, sprint with me!"

  Bei Tinghuang also saw someone coming, her clear voice was like a war drum, "Beibing, Xuanming, Fengcang, Agur..., each of you lead the team to kill the remnants and clean up the battlefield!"

  The puppet warriors are still moving forward. With the death of the three strongmen of the Spirit God Race, the others are not worth mentioning. Beitinghuang also stopped, focusing on the battle between Ming and Qilin Supreme.

  Yan Ye walked over, hugged Bei Tinghuang in her arms, and stood side by side with her, the two quietly watched Ming's various beatings on Qilin like playing with a child.

   "Tsk tsk tsk, this kid is a bit perverted. If you want to kill him, you can just kill him. What's so fun about this kind of game? It really is a milk baby!" Qingniao stayed in the air, tsk tsk.

Looking around with dark eyes and hearing all kinds of things, he looked this way, Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand slashed at the unicorn, and pulled it out mercilessly, ignoring the nine-colored flames behind him to burn the unicorn to death. Ashes walked towards the blue bird.

"It's over, it's over, this guy is after me!" The blue bird fluttered its wings and flew out into the distance, while Ming followed after him leisurely, or he would pluck the bird's feathers and roast it Eat, he is not Beitinghuang's natal beast.

  No one thought that their pursuit would lead them from the world of Lubisi to Zushan. Of course, this is for another day.

  A war, the loss of lives. Fortunately, Beitinghuang and Yanye are not bloodthirsty people. All those who are willing to surrender and vow not to retaliate have been pardoned, including Emperor Fengyin.

  Emperor Feng Yin looked at Bei Tinghuang with a pair of beseeching eyes, his lips twitched, and wanted to come over and say something to Bei Tinghuang, but Yan Ye didn't give him such a chance, turned around and left with Bei Tinghuang in his arms.

  Emperor Feng Yin's heart was pierced like a knife, his wife and daughter died, he had never been so desperate. He knew very well that Bei Tinghuang was Huang Jiu, but she was not Huang Jiu either. When she wants to be Huang Jiu, she is Huang Jiu, and when she doesn't want to be Huang Jiu, she is not.

  At least, in front of Emperor Feng Yin, she will never be Huang Jiu.

   Today's update feels like being hollowed out, and there are three more chapters to end tomorrow.

   Good days, August 8th and August 9th, are good days, just ended.

   The new one, the next one, will meet you soon, about September 13th, okay? Then you must come to join us!

  (end of this chapter)