Chapter 150

It was suddenly dark.

The thick and oppressive blood mist is wrapped with evil spirit, which comes from all directions. The ghosts and demons in the ten thousand ghost Grottoes emit harsh shrieks and howls, reverberating in the world. It is actually a kind of excitement to welcome the master to go out.

The faces of several disciples were obviously white.

The beads of sweat rolled down from their foreheads. Their eyes looked at the black cloud of blood mist surging in the sky, showing extreme panic. Their faces were pale and their bodies were shaking.

There was a clatter, but they lost their strength and could not hold the weapon. They let it fall to the ground.

Tong Su looked up in amazement and looked at the place where the voice came from.

The figure of the man gradually appeared in the thick magic cloud. He couldn't see clearly until he raised his hand. The blood fog and black cloud retreated as quickly as he heard an order.

Everyone was stunned.

The man walked slowly in the air, black as ink, embroidered with large blood like red flame lines.

His black hair was blown down by the wind, his jade face was like a bright moon, his black eyes were better than the cold awn, and there was a flaming line between his eyebrows, which was loud and fierce, until he reached the middle of his forehead.

The red sword, the white-edged red Ming sword, is suspended on its side. The long and narrow sword body breathes in the bright flame, and the temperature between heaven and earth suddenly rises.

Tong Su subconsciously raised her head, facing her long and cold eyes, suddenly felt the burning sensation of being in the volcanic magma!

The man's face is as white as ice and snow, and his facial features are exquisite, as if he were a craftsman who had made great efforts to carve. His eyes are long and narrow, and their color is cool and thin. His thick eyelashes cast a dark shadow, and his thin lips are pale.

His right ear, decorated with a silver inlaid blood pearl, eyebrow burning lines burning long and narrow, as if the flame from the face, to burn people.

They are not immortals or demons. They are beautiful and dangerous. They are the ultimate enchantment struggling on the edge of death.

Tianxuanzi.

Jingyang Xianjun, once the peak of Mahayana, was the first person in the right way.

Now, chiming demon master, who is possessed by immortals and alone in the world, unifies the demon world!

He stepped on the wind in the air and walked slowly to the ground. Behind his tall figure was the surging blood mist. He raised his eyes and looked at Tong Su and raised his hand gently.

"Ah Tong, come on."

Tong Su's body side blows the breeze, hugs her to go toward the man, the ground area snow surging, also just holds her to go forward.

It seemed that the evil spirit could not hurt her any more. She just raised her foot. In a moment, she appeared in front of him.

"A tong, you're not doing well."

All the disciples looked happy.

Tianxuanzi said softly, "they all want to kill you. You can kill them first."

The joy on the faces of all the disciples had not yet bloomed. In an instant, it was replaced by gray.

"Tong A tong has no accomplishments. A tong can't do it. " Tong Su's voice was very low.

She didn't know what her expression was now, but her heart, at this time, shrank into a ball because of fear, even didn't dare to beat too hard.

But at the same time, she had a strange intuition that such a dangerous tianxuanzi would never hurt her!

But tianxuanzi ignored the group of disciples who were creeping on the ground. The world in his eyes was so small that she was the only one. He looked soft and said with a smile, "are you sane? That's great. "

When he raised his finger, a string of crystal clear sugar gourd appeared in his hand.

It's just that the sugar gourd is not made of hawthorn, but a kind of longan beads that obviously contains terrifying energy. There are life like patterns flowing on it. The bamboo stick wearing the beads is also weird cyan purple, with faint electric current flickering.

Tian xuanzi slowly took her hand and put the end of the bamboo stick in her palm. Black eyes looked at her quietly, and her voice was gentle.

"It's elder martial brother. It took a long time for Tong to give you the sugar gourd. Elder martial brother looked for it. There's no Hawthorn here. Only these inner elixirs are beautiful. I'll give them to you, OK

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