"As foreigners, you dare to run wild on Vermilion Bird Mountain? I think you should stay here forever and ever?"
Yin Qingyi sneered, "Your lofty demeanor just disgusts me. So what if we are foreigners? What we do is much more upright than you all."
Rumble!
The void trembled, and a handprint the size of a millstone roared towards Murong Qianxun in mid-air.
It was Lan Jiaojiao, who attacked fiercely without a word.
The death of Qin Yi, the unconsciousness of Duan Yiyi, all made Lan Jiaojiao extremely disgusted with everything on this Vermilion Bird Mountain.
Yin Qingyi let out a cold laugh, with silver light surging around her, a giant shadow of a Nine-tailed Fox appeared behind her, and the nine fox tails swept towards Murong Qianxun like silver whips.
Yin Chen also made his move, manifesting a Nine-tailed Fox shadow several feet high, with nine giant fox tails sweeping out like nine wild dragons.
Yun Mengyao unfolded her wings and soared into the air.
"Slash!"
