Goddess Reborn: The Three Princesses Against Poison

It was Sisi, the Jinling Firebird.

Wu Liluo swept off the vine that was approaching her, and said to Sisi in the sky, "Sisi, hurry up, come down."

Sisi must have seen the sight in front of her before she came to rescue Wu Liluo. The firebird was swooping down with huge flames, and the fiery red flaming seedlings almost burned their entire body, like a huge ball of

Like a fireball, it hit the blood-colored tree spirit that was constantly wiggling the vines.

Wu Liluo immediately jumped out of the range of attacking the blood-colored tree spirit to prevent himself from being injured by the flames.

Chu Yanhui also turned around quickly, took several steps back, and raised his hand to block the scorching heat wave with his sleeve.

"Boom!!" A loud bang rang out at the peak of the entire Qusha Peak. When Wu Liluo opened her eyes again, the sight was full of fiery red.

Red flame, red bloody tree spirit.

In the fiery red, the blood-colored tree spirit was still dancing with the vines, but there were already sporadic flames on the vines, and the vines with bursts of flames were not as arrogant as before.

Sisi rushed into the sky and spread its beautiful and magnificent wings. The fiery red flaming seedlings almost surrounded the entire sky above Qusha Peak. Chu Yan sighed at the beautiful momentum of the firebird, the thousand wings

The blazing flames on it almost dyed the entire sky of Qusha Peak red.

As a thousand wings spread, the firebird swooped down again, and it was a tendency to fight to the death with the blood-colored tree spirit. The pear fell to the ground and jumped onto Sisi's back before Sisi fell.

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In the flames, she stared at the blood-colored tree spirit with her eyes burning. Chu Yan returned behind the huge rock and saw it clearly. It was an expression that he would admire even when he was in danger.

Focus, be serious, and don't panic.

The second loud noise rang at the top of Qusha Peak, and Chu Yanhui was so burned by the flame that he couldn't open his eyes.

The hot flames and heat waves rolled everywhere, making him unable to help but take two steps back, and behind me was the purple Lingluo.

Zi Lingluo swung his body, raised his head to look at the large flame, and seemed to have a different excitement.

When he opened his eyes again, what Chu Yan saw was the falling pear in the flames, a song that tied the bloody tree spirit with the flowing moon whip and stood in the fiery red.

Behind him is the Jinling Firebird with wings spreading.

The beautiful and shocking scene once again made Chu Yan hold his breath.

If the pear falling in the flowers on the other side of the sky just now is as beautiful as a fairy.

Then Wu Liluo is completely a war god, a female war god.

That sharp look, that superb martial arts, and the character of not fearing danger and daring to fight are the courage that makes all men in the world bow down.

And the blood-colored tree spirit that was still arrogant just now was dying, becoming a dead tree that was as big as a human, without branches and those foul-stenched red juice.

The flame gradually faded away, and Wu Liluo flew out a silver thread with one hand, binding the blood-colored tree spirit.

It was Tian Jian Silk, and Wu Liluo didn’t know why it had it recently, but after the Nine-Level Gate, she had this treasure in her space luggage.

Therefore, it is particularly useful to bind the blood-colored tree spirit at this moment.