The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 63 Fengxian Cave (please collect!)

The jackdaw leaves its sheath, and the three-foot knife is like light.

The little girl's face turned from red to pale after the whip left, and the despair in her eyes was like a bottomless abyss. Those eyes should have been as dazzling as glass, but now they could only reflect the most desperate pain .

Be deceived and hurt by the closest relatives.

Even so, she still wanted to fly to the flames and rely on Wen Xiuyun who was holding a whip behind him.

Looking at it, Mo Rang felt sore in his heart.

This girl's glazed eyes are too clean, which magnifies this sadness even more.

"Do you want to use her life to threaten me to die? It really is the villain's doing."

Mo Rang sneered, he couldn't understand Wen Xiuyun's behavior of hurting his relatives, and he couldn't understand the treachery of this Taoist priest in white.

Every step is counted extremely well, and every step is taken coldly and ruthlessly.

This man will use the most despicable means in the world to get everything he wants.

"So what about villains, as long as it works."

The temperament of the Taoist priest in white is like ice and snow, and he treats human feelings like dung.His eyes swept across Wen Xiuyun's gloomy expression and Mo Rang's angry scarlet pupils, without any ripple of emotion.

"So, this threat is still useful." Fu Yulou's eyes brought some bad emotions, as if playing prey.

Mo Rang stopped the young man behind him who wanted to attack, and his heart was full of indescribable depression.Even in Liangjie Village, under the claws of the giant wolf, he never felt so aggrieved!

Sure enough, the ranks are too far apart.

The tall and thin man in the green bamboo robe frowned. He could feel Lingyun's fighting spirit more than he felt aggrieved. That strong emotion told him to tear everything in front of him quickly, no matter what conspiracy he had with absolute strength. There is a piece of thin paper in front of you, which can be easily torn to shreds!

He lowered his eyelids to hide the fighting spirit in his eyes, the jackdaw in his hand had not done his best and returned to its sheath sadly, like a veteran at the end of his life, like a mature man regretting.

There was a distance between Fu Yulou and him, and the glass and plates on the shiny floor tiles between the two were messed up, and a table was split in half by the vertical and horizontal knife energy, and fell to the ground helplessly.

The white-clothed Taoist priest's eyes were as high as ten thousand zhang mountains. He stretched out his jade-white palm to Mo Rang and said, "Give me the Jackdaw, and once we get to Fengxian Cave, I will let this girl go."

It's hard for Mo Rang to believe him. This kind of person is emotionless and unscrupulous, so he has no integrity at all.

"This is always the truth in life. The more you care, the more trouble you will encounter. People who don't care about anything have no trouble at all."

Fu Yulou is unscrupulous precisely because he doesn't care about anything.

Ruthless to the extreme, Mo Rang doubts whether he still has heart.

Like a drawing of ink and ink, the swordsman put the jackdaw in the black scabbard.

"I can't trust you, so—to keep the man or the knife, you have to choose."

The Taoist priest in white glanced at the sky outside, with a deep expression, as if he was thinking about something, he knew what Mo Rang really meant, but he was acting on his own will, and he didn't know what kind of danger he would encounter in the future, thinking that the girl stayed behind Can you protect it with your hands?

But there's no use keeping the knife

"The jackdaw is just an ordinary knife, even if you keep it, what use is it?"

Now that he said that, it was to leave him with a knife.

When Mo Rang saw him make a gesture, the woman in red lowered her head and put away the whip. When the blood-red whip left the girl's neck, he clearly saw the girl's eyes light up, and she pulled Wen Xiuyun's arm timidly.

"Sister, will you abandon me?"

Wen Xiuyun didn't speak, the fingertips holding the whip turned white, the red lips were pursed into a straight line, and there was sadness and determination in his eyes.

"Yinzhuang! Hold your sister!"

She stepped forward with long legs, and left the girl behind. Ying Qingqing wanted to catch up, but was hugged by a gloomy man with a pale face, who threatened her to teach her to be more obedient, and if she refused, she would feed her to the monster .

Don't let the sword eyebrows frowned, it's hard to protect himself in this situation, it's impossible for him to ask these scumbags to be more gentle for the sake of girls, but he just can't calm down!

The floating mist is warm and green, and the mountain is thin with smoke.

The flat mountain road is built to show that the Xie Yu Palace is very rich, and the golden dome that is higher than the golden roof is dazzling.The light mist of Baiwu Mountain shrouded the mountains, and the verdant green everywhere seemed to lose its color in the mist, showing a gray tone.

Mo Rang walked in the front, his ink-colored robe fluttering, and his belt in the wind. The gray-white mountain road in front of him slowly extended from the mist, and the more he walked, the narrower it became. It looked like a gray-white snake. It's that big animal mouth.

Fu Yulou, Wen Xiuyun and others walked behind. The woman in red had a gloomy face all the time, holding a blood-red long whip tightly in her hand. Her stunning face was full of helplessness and compromise. Danfeng's eyes were red with restraint. He couldn't help looking at the child in the arms of the pale-faced man beside him.

The girl seemed to be trying to understand something, her glazed eyes looked at Wen Xiuyun blankly, her chin followed Ying Zhuang's movements bit by bit.

Like the clouds clearing and the mist disappearing, the lush greenery in front of my eyes suddenly disappeared.

Don't make a cold face, watching the numbers in front of him dry up, as if they had been corroded by something, not even a trace of greenery could survive.

In the eyes of ghosts and gods, traces of black air escaped from the front, the breath was very faint, but he could still see very clearly.

"Sure enough, Xie Yugong is indeed supporting the evil spirit! Just judging from the level of ghost aura, this evil spirit should not be as good as the red-clothed cultivation base, and even Fu Yulou's strength is not there?!"

"No, no. It's definitely not what I see with my eyes."

A disgusting feeling rose from the bottom of his heart. The memory of that young master Huang in Yunzhou City made him a little afraid of the evil spirit in the cave, but the aggressive factor of the evil spirit was still roaring in his blood, telling him to kill the evil spirit in front of him. Goblin swallow!
That evil spirit definitely has what he wants!
Don't let him lick his lower lip subconsciously. Although he still feels subconsciously uncomfortable about devouring evil spirits, what is more important than improving his strength right now?
Premonitioning the opportunity and danger ahead, the red wheels in his scarlet eyes turned even more.

The jackdaw in his hand roared according to the mood of the owner, and the Taoist priest in white walking behind took a cold look, his lacquer-like eyes were slightly dignified, but he calmed down quickly.

Layers of dead wood are like autumn, and once they leave, they will become a sky.

Mo Rang proceeded cautiously, protecting Cai Lan behind him.

Where the withered and yellow tree trunks disappeared in front of me, at the end of the gray-white road, a tall cave appeared in front of my eyes. The black rock wall was engraved with complicated spells, and a gray-white stone gate blocked the cave, which looked extremely heavy. Above, the words "Fengxian Cave" are deeply engraved on the hard black rock wall, and the iron painted silver hook penetrates into the mountain for several inches!

The man in the ink-colored robe stopped and turned to look at Cai Lan, his gentle eyes were still red.

"Bringing you in for my own selfishness, do you hate me?"

The gray-clothed boy lowered his head, looked at his toes and said, "I don't hate you."

Want to hate?

He was crazy, but he also knew that if it wasn't for Mo Rang to stop him, Wen Xiuyun's blood-red long whip, or the countless long swords of Xie Yugong's disciples, he would have killed him thousands of times.

The glimmer of hope in front of him did not make him feel lucky.

To live or die, it is meaningless to him now.

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