My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 2: Nine hundred and twenty-seventh

Chapter 1491 2.927 Catching a turtle in an urn

The prince exchanged a glance with Duan Yue, then turned suddenly and swept towards the back of the Ya Ting Yuan Garden.

The speed is as fast as a stream smoothly across the sky.

The man in the iron ghost mask was slightly startled, then raised his hand, and brought more than 3,000 black-clothed men along, chasing him in the direction where the prince and others fled.

"Hall Master, beware of fraud!" The masked Princess Raksha couldn't help but reminded her.

"Prince Beimo's trip is to bring one thousand Longjinwei and two thousand forbidden troops." The man in the iron ghost mask sneered, "How can those wine and rice bags be our opponents? Chase!"

A group of people in black who were chasing after the word and rushing swiftly following him, shook off their speed one after another, like a little cold star gliding past.

In the evening night.

I saw the prince, Duan Yue, and Situ Yi and his group of sect disciples, about a hundred people, rushing to the back of the garden.

The prince stopped suddenly.

Duanyue and the others naturally stopped and turned around to look at the group of people in black who were quickly following them, surrounding them.

Molin's eyes scanned the black iron mask man back and forth, and suddenly laughed, "Hidden heads and tails, why not pull off your face towel and let everyone see your true face ?"

The man in the iron ghost mask grinned, his voice somewhat rough, "His Royal Highness, is this trying to be a ghost? It's a pity, you don't have this chance."

Molin chuckled lightly, "Have I ever said that people who are too proud will die soon!"

With a wave of his hand, I saw Taoist figures pouring out of the flowers and trees in all directions. Thousands of Ryujinwei and the guards of the imperial army, led by Usu and Huifeng, quickly surrounded these men in black. Three outer layers.

As a result, the group of men with iron ghost masks turned into a sandwich, which was defeated inside and out.

It's just that he smiled at Mo Lin sarcastically, "Do you think that these little guards from the lower realms can take us?"

"Tsk." Duan Yue couldn't help but shook his head, "I don't know if you are born arrogant or stupid. Can't you tell now? This is a game for you. You are dead today. Oh!"

"Oh, what nonsense with a fool? Do it!" Liang Qingqing yelled, and suddenly pulled out a silk net as thin as a cicada's wings.

At the same time ~IndoMTL.com~A transparent silk screen appeared in the hands of hundreds of disciples of Erzong, along with Duanyue, Situ Yi, Baililuo, Wei Nanfeng and others.

Hundreds of people made concerted efforts, jumped up and pulled off the silk screen in their hands, but saw a sky and earth net overwhelmingly toward the surrounding black-clothed men's cage.

Mo Lin also rose into the air, bursting out hundreds of thousands of purple flames between her fingers.

Once the flame fell on the nets of heaven and earth, purple smoke suddenly appeared, and the ground formed a fire net, violently stunned the people in black who were covered in it.

Now they are like catching turtles in a urn, with a net of fire above their heads. When they retreat, a group of well-trained and well-coordinated guards led by Yusu and Huifeng will join forces to kill them.

Jin was even more miserable. Jin met the disciples of the second sect. Several profound energy fell on them through the fire net, and they were either roasted to death or shocked to death by profound energy.

Mo Lin quickly threw down dozens of purple lotus, exploded in the black-clothed crowd suddenly, and caused the crowds of black-clothed people who were pushing together to suffer.

(End of this chapter)