Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 1688: You really are…
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The old man Cang was silent, and did not answer for a long time.
He also couldn't tell whether the man in front of him was the Lord of Darkness.
He has the same doubts in Ye Qingluo's mind.
The voices and words from the man just now, and the sharp sharpness released from his body.
This is indeed, like the King of Darkness.
However, the Lord of Darkness is sealed in the sanctuary formation.
The source of his power, the source of lucid consciousness, those blood pond souls, have been released by Ye Qingluo.
The Lord of Darkness will be deprived of his remaining power.
Not to mention the release of the seal.
The most important thing is...
Old Man Chang knows the power of the Dark Lord best.
If the man in front of you is the Lord of Darkness.
Ye Qingluo couldn't hide his attack just now.
"It's weird, surprised?" The man smiled wickedly while looking at Ye Qingluo's vigilant and fearful expression.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
The air of Xuan Yin running through the eyes is lingering around the eye sockets.
"It's a pity, you can only be surprised in hell." The mysterious energy of the sky was constantly released.
The fierce gaze is extremely frightening.
Ye Qingluo responded very quickly.
The flame-devouring fan suddenly unfolded, and a coquettish red light cut through the layers of mysterious air.
As if in the air, waves of air were swept up by the attack.
Two forces collided in mid-air.
The vigorous strength suddenly enveloped the entire palace of the dark sanctuary.
The blood in the blood pool also splashed out in this strong hurricane.
The ground was stained with blood in an instant.
The corners of the man’s mouth were wickedly cold, and the mysterious atmosphere oozing from the bottom of his eyes became more and more intense: "Dying struggling! This king will satisfy you!"
As soon as the voice fell, his sleeves waved.
With the lingering air of Xuanyin, a palm wind mixed with strong Xuanyin air once again patted in the direction of Ye Qingluo.
Ye Qingluo's complexion changed.
What a strong momentum!
What a strong atmosphere of Xuan Yin!
This man is really cruel!
Recruit and kill!
The two powerful forces are colliding with each other.
Suddenly, the palm wind of Xuanyin's air was overwhelmingly pressured.
The red light released by the Flame Devouring Fan was instantly covered by the Qi of Xuan Yin.
Immediately afterwards, the surging rush towards Ye Qingluo rushed down.
Ye Qing Luo Mei's eyes widened, and the profound energy in his body continued to expand.
She squeezed the flame-devouring fan tightly, and her profound energy wrapped around the flame-devouring fan, emitting extremely dazzling red glow.
Immediately, she flipped her wrist.
The flame-devouring fan raised two red flying dragons.
Those who stretch their teeth and dance their claws, contend with that mysterious gas.
At the same time, Ye Qingluo's figure suddenly revolved.
"Boom boom boom!"
"Bang!"
"Crack!"
With a few loud noises.
The two red dragons were swallowed mercilessly by the rich mysterious atmosphere.
Immediately, the air of Xuan Yin crashed on the ground.
The strong momentum makes the surrounding air have been stained with black yin.
Ye Qingluo's power was fully activated, and he barely managed to maintain his balance, without being blown away by that strong palm.
That man...
Too powerful.
When he burst out of palm wind.
Ye Qingluo never thought of going head-to-head with him.
The two flying dragons condensed with profound energy and the power of the flame-devouring fan.
It's just to fight for myself, to avoid the opportunity to hold the wind.
She is not a fool.
Of course you can see it.
The strong power contained in the man's palm.
If this palm really falls on her.
She probably is really dead!
Ye Qingluo stabilized her figure, and the blood in the blood pool on the ground stained her feet.
She didn't care, but squinted her eyes, fixedly looking at the man, her words were cold, but she said with extreme certainty: "You...you really are the king of darkness!"