Yang Qingliu on the other side also looked a little embarrassed!

After stabilizing his body, Yang Qingliu looked at Han Lang with a little scrutiny: "I have never seen your ability before. No one can improve so much in such a short time!"

"There are many things you have never seen before." Wiping off the blood on the corner of your mouth, Han Lang looked at Yang Qingliu.

"Don't struggle anymore. Even if you have this ability, you are not my opponent." Yang Qingliu knew that if she continued like this, she would not get any benefits. It was soon twelve o'clock. She still had to activate the formation and could not consume it like this anymore.

"That's not necessarily." Han Lang felt that the fire in his heart had burst. He wanted to fight now, and he wanted to defeat the woman in front of him.

Seeing Han Lang rushing towards him again, Yang Qingliu felt that his patience had been completely exhausted, gathering the power in his body, and the two people collided again. The huge energy fluctuations made the originally pretty good weather become gloomy. The originally bright moonlight was completely shrouded in dark clouds, and even a faint thunder sound came.

Two balls of light kept intersecting in the air, so fast that only golden afterimages were left. As the two fists collided again, the two balls of light completely separated.

"Han Lang, that's all!"

Yang Qingliu was constantly gasping for breath. In the collision just now, she had suffered internal injuries: "I will do this game with you!"

After saying that, Yang Qingliu glanced at He Zhu'er who was still unconscious: "Her abilities are already in my hands, you are one step late after all."

Looking at Yang Qingliu who suddenly left, Han Lang was about to catch up when he was stopped by lightning.

"Han Lang!"

With the help of the White Fox, Lightning had just gotten rid of the superpower who was entangled with him, and rushed towards Han Lang, "We were fooled, it's not here, this woman's magic circle was not set here."

"What did you say?" Han Lang glanced at the direction where Yang Qingliu disappeared: "What does it mean that the magic circle is no longer here?"

"We all think that why Zhu'er is the key, but her ability is not enough. Even if it is squeezed out, it is not enough. This magic array is too big."

Lightning's face was already dirty: "I made a calculation and calculated that the energy fluctuations in recent times were the core of the magic circle. In the holy tomb, she used the power of the holy tomb."

"Go! Now!" Time is tight, and they still have time to rush over.

"The helicopter is already waiting on the periphery!" Lightning followed Han Lang, and while discovering it, he had already made arrangements.

As soon as he got on the plane, Han Lang saw Chen Ruotong, and Chen Ruotong immediately held Han Lang's hand.

"Recover first!" Chen Ruotong said in a low voice.

"Okay!" Han Lang didn't say much about the club. He closed his eyes slightly amid the roar of the helicopter. What he needs most now is to recover from his injuries immediately.

"According to the headquarters, many strong people have been sent to the Holy Tomb, and it is probably the time to be empty."

Lightning kept in touch with others and said, "Others will come here soon!"

Han Lang did not answer. He was hurrying up and preparing for the final decisive battle.

"Here." Looking at the surging black fog below, Han Lang suddenly opened his eyes. It was here. He felt an unprecedented powerful force, and the decisive battle began.

The altar below was surrounded by eight pillars, and Yang Qingliu stood in the center of the altar. Looking at the already formed formation, Yang Qingliu's eyes were filled with joy and solemnity: "It's successful, it's finally successful!"

"Success? I don't think so." With a golden light, Han Lang's figure soared into the sky and landed in front of Yang Qingliu.

"Even if you come, you can't stop me anymore." As Yang Qingliu said, eight essays of inexplicable power were constantly gathering towards the altar.

"Did you feel this powerful force!"

Yang Qingliu raised her arms and said with a smile: "Your power is so small, what else can you do?"

Han Lang didn't say anything because he was feeling, he felt a familiar force, and the heat of the token was constantly burning him. He slowly opened his eyes, but Han Lang's eyes had changed, with a distant spanning time and space.

"This formation is actually this formation..."

Through the void, the old fairy slapped on his thigh: "I didn't see the dome above, but when all the power gathered there, I will help you to reverse the formation!"

Han Lang turned his head slightly, and a clear smile appeared on his face. The inquiring eyes made Yang Qingliu's back feel cold, "Only outside the world? I want to study it carefully."

"Who are you?" Yang Qingliu felt a kind of oppression, as if it came from the distant void, forcing her to take a small step back to relieve this pressure.

Han Lang ignored him and just walked forward a few steps, looked up at the top of the altar, where there was a three-meter-diameter disc with dense runes written on it.

"I felt that the power had gathered and everything was going to be fruitful." As Han Lang said, the black energy of the eight-legged essay had climbed up the stone pillar and then continued to rise.

"It's so soon, it's too time to possess it!" The old immortal was glad that it would be difficult to deal with if it wasn't for prophecy this time. After all, the spell at the last moment is not so easy to recite, and without enough mental power, it will not be able to support it.

"That child, don't forget that child!" The old fairy stared at the image in front of her. If she could succeed this time, she should be able to disrupt the plan of the outside world!

Not only the old immortal was nervous, but the others who watched the whole process were also very nervous. They knew that the most important thing was the moment!

"Ah!" With a scream, He Zhu'er just got carried off the plane and let out a scream.

"Zhu'er!" He Xiaoyun still hugged He Zhu'er in his arms tightly. Then, a ray of light appeared on her and He Zhu'er's bodies, and then they appeared on the altar.

The sudden situation made He Xiaoyun hug the little girl in his arms tightly. Because of the pain, He Zhu'er's beautiful little face was covered with sweat: "Han Lang...brother..."

"It hurts so much!" He Zhu'er kept twisting his body. When the power on the pillar had already gathered on the stone pan, a force burst out from He Zhu'er's body and shot towards the stone pan.

"It's now!" As the old immortal said, Han Lang raised his hands, and a long and obscure spell was chanted from Han Lang's mouth, carrying a distant force!
Chapter completed!