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Heilong said so.

Song Qingming was shocked, "Tianyang Patriarch, he is dead!!"

One person and one dragon were sensing, and Song Qingming heard a rustling sound coming from outside the forest.

"Go faster!"

It was Long Aotian's voice.

Song Qingming couldn't help but raised his eyebrows, thinking carefully about the feeling of the black dragon just now.

A bold idea suddenly formed in my mind.

Could it be that the current Long Aotian is no longer Long Aotian, is it...

Probably not!

Isn't Long Aotian the hero? Doesn't he have a lot of golden fingers?

Probably not!

Just as Song Qingming was thinking about it, he heard a sweet cry outside.

Song Qingming looked outside through the gap.

I saw that the neon clothes had been kicked to the ground by Long Aotian.

The other two women both covered their mouths and dared not speak.

"You are not Brother Aotian, you devil!"

Nishang looked at Long Aotian angrily.

"I am not? Why am I not anymore!?"

Long Aotian smiled devilishly, like a ghostly shadow, he instantly walked to the neon clothes, and with a palm down, the neon clothes had disappeared.

Yue'er and Xibi were preparing to flee.

Long Aotian laughed, "Want to escape?"

In an instant, a layer of black air lingered in his hand, covering Yue'er and Xibi, and the two of them suddenly became white bones.

Song Qingming looked inside the bushes, couldn't help being stunned.

Only in a moment, before she could sense it, the three women were already dead?

It all happened suddenly.

"Song Qingming, are you still hiding behind?"

Long Aotian crushed the bones with one foot and looked at the woods where Song Qingming was hiding coldly.

Song Qingming's expression couldn't help but he found out.

She immediately opened the branch and jumped out of it.

"Tianyang ancestor, don't be unharmed!"

Song Qingming said lightly.

Long Aotian laughed loudly, and then looked at him negatively.

"So you can recognize it."

The ancestor of Tianyang no longer pretends, anyway, the person he recognizes is always going to die.

Song Qingming did not speak.

Is Long Aotian dead? She was also very puzzled in her heart.

So this is the ancestor of Tianyang or Long Aotian! ?

At Song Qingming, an ice blade flew straight past.

Entrained in some cold ice fog, the ice blade poked towards the face of the ancestor Tianyang.

The ancestor Tianyang gave a cold smile.

In an instant it turned into a black mist and disappeared.

Song Qingming frowned, what kind of magic is this.

She turned around again and looked behind her.

Can't see anything.

She looked around and there was no trace of Tianyang ancestor.

Song Qingming closed his eyes and probed with his spiritual sense.

Finally, feeling some fluctuations behind her, a lightning ball began to condense in her hand.

Throw it towards the back.

The ancestor Tianyang's figure was hit by a lightning ball, and then he appeared.

"Damn it!"

The ancestor Tianyang was shocked by the lightning ball, and the expression on his face looked a bit horrified.

The jet black hair has been completely electrified, and the whole person is even more fierce.

It was clearly Long Aotian's face, but it was so stern and cold at this time.

Without further ado, Song Qingming kept throwing earth and rocks around him.