"Crunch, crunch ......"
The withered old tree, because of the force, at this time the tugging is straight and loud.
And at this time, Han Qianqian, also because of the explosion of legal energy, the muscles on his body tightly collapsed, the veins exposed.
In the distance, the evil Taotie, also under the bondage of the fire claws, roared in anger.
If someone had seen this scene, they would have been amazed.
But alas, the city of Youming has fallen to the sea of fire and there is no one left alive to see it.
But far away, in the land where the desert realm meets the demons, on a flower boat, someone silently saw the flames rising from the layers of dark clouds.
On the prow of the boat, the woman flicked the cat in her hand, looked at the faint light of fire hidden in the dark clouds, and smiled gently: "Su Yingxia, Su Yingxia, do you know what the reddest star in the sky is?"
"It is you, Han Qianqian's most desperate star."
"You, you can never escape from my palm."
At that moment, the cat, which had been squinting and enjoying itself, instantly struggled, but after only a few strokes, it was instantly killed in her hands.
In accordance with Han Qianqian's original plan, the pangolin successfully passed through the foundations of the city wall, which was dozens of metres deep, and rushed out of the danger zone at the last moment of the city's destruction.
However, he did not dare to slow down in the slightest, still travelling at full speed under the ground, rushing all the way further north.
He remembered the trusting smile Han Qianqian had given him when he was leaving, but he also remembered the complicated look in his eyes.
Perhaps, for him, it was not clear whether he would live or die, but what he wanted was for him to take this heavenly book safely.
So, even if he lost his life, the piercing beast would never let this book, fall into the hands of anyone other than Han Qianqian.
Inside the World of Heavenly Books, although there was no heaven and earth overturning in the City of Pixie Bright, there was just an abundance of life and calmness.
But the hearts of Su Yingxia and the others were no worse than the turbulent waves of the City of Eerie Light.
How could Su Yingxia not know that Han Qianqian had sent her away, but since Han Qianqian had done so, she could only pretend to follow his wishes and listen to his arrangements, not causing him any trouble and not wanting him to have any worries.
Perhaps, this was the only thing she could do.
"Huh."
Halfway up in the sky, among the clouds, in contrast to the anxious crowd below, two old men were relaxed at this moment.
It was the false body of the Eight Desolate Heavenly Books as well as the old man sweeping the ground since.
"General." With a soft smile, the old man sweeping the ground raised his chess pieces and at once, the chessboard seemed to be in a dead game.
"Two knights move, rooks and cannons are connected, this general of yours is going to kill me." The Eight Desolate Heavenly Books smiled blandly.
"How will it cost you your life? Han Qianqian, that kid, didn't he already send someone to send you out of the city specifically? You and I, it's safe." The old man sweeping the ground stroked his beard and laughed leisurely.
"Aren't we being a little too cruel to let this kid fight the Demon Saint as soon as he arrives?" The Eight Desolate Heavenly Books laughed softly as the elephant chess pieces moved, instantly capturing the Sweeping Earth Old Man's general's rook.
"Although the population of the Devil's Land is small, with the help of this land, it can always breed capable people, so what can a mere Devil Saint do? What he will face in the future is far more than that. He has much more to do to level this heavenly road. So, how can you trap a wolf if you can't spare the child?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the old sweeper raised his hand slightly and the cannon struck the bishop, killing the rook but also putting the defence of the Eight Desolate Heavenly Books in an even more passive position because he had replaced the bishop on one side.
"That was a very close move on your part." The Eight Desolate Heavenly Books laughed, "If my bishop had flown back earlier, you would have lost a rampant rook for nothing."
"As the saying goes, if you are rich, you can't get a tiger's son without entering a tiger's den." The old man sweeping the ground laughed gently.
"I also don't know whether three thousand, following you fellows, should laugh or cry." As the words fell, the Eight Desolate Heavenly Books shook their heads with a bitter smile.
"Don't be you guys, but us." The sweeping old man laughed, "You don't expect to get out of it, one day in the future, when the great tide comes, you will also be part of this boat, whether it capsizes or sets sail, that will depend on Han Qianqian, the helmsman."
"Hahahaha, you old man." The Eight Desolate Heavenly Books laughed loudly.
At this moment, compared to the happy laughter over here, Han Qianqian over there could not laugh at all.