Medicinal Immortal

At the moment Tangning was sucked back, she seemed to hear the voice of a demon roaring in her ears. The next moment, her whole person was drowned in darkness...

After Tangning was pulled into the black hole, Mo Ye tried his best to rush to catch her, but was sucked in by a whirlpool emitting a dazzling white light behind him. The sky turned around and his body seemed to lose weight. It's going down.

At the moment of falling, he mobilized the spiritual power in his body to stabilize the falling body and fall steadily, but when he fell below, his deep eyes narrowed.

The place where he landed was a square array, and the surrounding night pearls hung as bright as day. Around this square array, twelve cultivators stood at one corner of the array. At this time, all the twelve were staring at him. Looked up.

"what?"

"Ok?"

A surprised voice came, and his undisguised eyes fell on Mo Ye's body. When he saw this handsome man in black robe with one hand behind him, all twelve people exuding a noble breath. Senseless.

"How come you are a man? Didn't you mean a woman?"

"Is it wrong?"

"Impossible! It is impossible for a place like the Lower Realm to have so many flying immortals."

"But I clearly heard that it was a woman! How could it not become a man."

"But you haven't said that this man is really good-looking, and such a character can be found in poor rural areas such as the Lower Realm? Could this be obtained from other places?"

"Just ask."

Twelve people discussed there for a while, and one of the middle-aged men asked: "Who are you? Why did you come here?"

While they were looking at him, Mo Ye looked at the twelve people here calmly. Seeing one of them asked, he said lightly: "Who is this monarch and why he came here, don't you know? ?"

"Heh! Know who will ask you?" A man in his thirties with a waistband wearing a golden crown sneered, staring at Mo Ye with a bad face.

"Where are you from? What's your name?" Another immortal cultivator was speaking.

Mo Ye glanced at him, his low voice with inherent majesty: "This monarch is from the lower realm, you can call me the Night King."

"Sneer! Night King? Do you know who is standing in front of you?" The man with the golden crown sneered, looking at Mo Ye with contempt in his eyes.

Seeing him standing straight, with one hand behind him, and one hand on the front of his abdomen, his expression was indifferent and the whole body exuded a noble aura. The panic and panic when he arrived in a strange place didn't even see him. When facing their twelve lords, he was able to be neither arrogant nor humble, calmly and calmly, which made the man unhappy.

Looking at the man with such a posture, he seemed to be offended, and the lord's majesty was provoked.

"The ants from the lower realm dared to be so impudent in front of me. According to my lord, you just owe it!"

The man wearing the golden crown gave a cold snort, turned his hand and stepped forward at the same time: "Let me tell you that when you are here, even if you are a dragon, you have to hold it for me!"

Seeing that the golden-crowned man was preparing to clean up the black-robed man, the remaining eleven people had the mentality of watching a show. They wanted to see what was the talent of the man who was brought up by them from the lower realm by mistake!