inst Yuan Jing.Makino Yorihiko's face flushed red, spitting out a mouthful of blood and hitting it on the purple gourd. Suddenly, there was thunderous noise inside the purple gourd, with bolts of ligh...At this time, Mo Yuanyan didn't even have time to feel sorry for herself. If her life was gone, no matter how good the things were, they would just end up in someone else's hands. 。What truly worried her was the blood-sucking mosquito demon getting closer and closer. 。At their current pace, they would be overtaken by the blood-sucking mosquito demons before reaching the lava pool. 。At this time, the displacement symbol has also been used, and Mo Yuanyan can no longer turn the tide behind. 。Only watching the grim reaper relentlessly approach from behind on Lu Xia Tian's face faded. He had only opened a sliver of a crack, far from reaching the point of opening a passageway. In fact, even if a passage was opened, Yu Xiao Qiao, Hong Yue, and the others...