My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 5: Two hundred and sixtieth

"Ah, what is this? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!) Go in.

Everyone's jaws were so startled that they couldn't fall off, a pair of eyes stared like bull's eyes, and the muttering "Grab in, Grab in", followed by screams of fear, "Sucking." People! It **** people, it **** people!"

Yes, it's sucking people. Now there are 20 or 30 disciples in the City of Shadows, and they let Doom Realm **** in.

"Elder, elder help, elder!"

The elders of the Shadow City were caught in a cold sweat, and they were caught off guard, almost unable to resist this irresistible absorption force.

How can they save people in such a situation?

One of the elders shouted in a deep voice, "Run!"

Run?

Are you kidding, where can the runway go?

Just now, this black bead hit the defensive wall by itself, but it doesn't mean that these disciples can escape the defensive formation set up by Mou Yang.

This is really catching turtles in the urn, and one catch is a group.

A group of disciples in the Shadow City hugged their heads like flies.

The courageous one drew up the saber in his hand and slashed at the black beads in the air.

Unfortunately, that sword was only seen on the floating light on the outer layer of the black bead, and it was completely resisted by a terrifying force.

The disciple couldn't make a half-step, the sword's hand was numb, and after less than three seconds, he heard a string of "dingling bells", and the long sword was immediately broken into several paragraphs on the ground.

"Elder, elder!!" The disciple cried almost at the same time.

Unfortunately, his unpleasant cry has not yet spread, and people have been sucked in by the doom.

So, more than half of the unlucky disciples in the Shadow City have been dragged into the realm of doom.

Some of the remaining people, all faceted, sticking to the defensive wall, staring blankly at Master Mu Yang who is standing in the center of the formation.

This master is definitely a pitfall for his teammates.

In this situation, he didn't open the defensive wall to let them escape, but his eyes were red, braving the light of greed, and staring at the black bead hanging in the middle.

"Ahahahaha." Mou Yang couldn't help laughing wildly, muttering to himself, "There really are people in this world who can refine the secret realm."

His eyes, full of gloomy eyes, looked at Qiao Mu, his eyes locked on her abruptly.

Without waiting for him to force him to pass through~IndoMTL.com~Mou Yang felt that a heavy force burst out from the side, dissolving his own power.

His eyes were bleeding through, and his gaze gradually moved to the man beside the paralyzed face.

"Young man, your realm is very unstable." With a wicked smile on the corner of the old man's mouth, he looked up and down without any scruples.

"Tsk tusk." His triangular eyes glowing with cold light, as if seeing some prey that he was very interested in, stared at Mo Lin for a long time.

"Not bad, not bad, really good."

"You young man must have some secrets in his body. If not, how can you get to the point where you are in front of you based on your age."

"It's a pity, but you have an urgent personality. If you spend three years and two years in a good retreat and wait for your realm to stabilize, the old man is really not your opponent."

"Now..."