Wanfa Pure Yang

I don't know if there was an illusion, the arms around his neck didn't restrain him, but Pei Yaran still felt suffocated for a while, and the heavy heartbeat echoed in his ears, but he didn't know if Chong Yu, who was carried behind him, heard it.

"What was that sound just now?" Chong Yu's low voice was sprinkled in the air, like mist, very light, yet so clearly audible.

Pei Yaran was frowning, but fortunately the cave was dimly lit, so he couldn't see the tangled expression on his face. Looking back at the protagonist from the corner of his eye, the Chu Hua sword lay horizontally on the ground, giving off a white light even in the dark.

Chongyu said again, "Why didn't you answer my words?"

The wet and cold breath pounced on his cheeks, exuding a faint fragrance. Pei Yaran was startled to realize that when he turned his head to the side, he was not even an inch away from the tired face of the protagonist. .

Miraculously, he calmed down inexplicably at this moment, and returned to the usual high-cold mode when facing the protagonist.

He heard his calm voice, "Why should I answer your words."

After saying that, Pei Yaran turned around in front of Chong Yu, and picked up the Chu Hua sword that had fallen from the ground.

At the same moment, the arms around his neck suddenly tightened, and he frowned. He couldn't help but hit the back of the arrow's hand with the hilt of his sword, "I said, do you want to strangle me? Treating your savior is This attitude?"

Maybe he also felt that he was making too much of a fuss, Chong Yu relaxed his strength, but his arms were still around Pei Yaran's neck. "Then, my lord, don't forget your identity as a savior. If I am frightened in any way, it would be bad if I hurt my lord."

"Hehe." There is a good saying, behind every hehe there is a group of grass mud horses running silently.

The two were speechless, as if discussing, they no longer bothered about talent.

Pei Yaran held the Chuhua Sword in his hand, and carried Chong Yu, who had been seriously injured early on, with all kinds of twists and turns, and finally came to the real habitat of the ancient power - the endless underground palace.The upper palace is at best a cover, and the real underground palace is actually deeper.

Looking around, on the desolate black land, there are corpses everywhere, bones like mountains, bloodstained, I don't know how many years.

The real underground palace is so terrifying, and the danger is ushered in from the moment they set foot here.

Gusts of gloomy wind rose on the ground, and the phosphorescence of the white bones was blown like fireflies, emitting a faint light in the sky. The hut surrounded by mountains of corpses in the distance was filled with miasma, and the sky and the earth were hazy and foggy. It began to drizzle.

Vision is getting blurry...

Regardless of the protagonist's struggle, Pei Yaran found a relatively clean stone, tore him off and put him on the ground with his back against the stone wall. Now that the protagonist has his eyes open, he can't casually reveal the fact that he knows martial arts, so he had to put it in the storage bag. Take out a red paper umbrella.

In "Legend of Hunting Sky", artifacts are also divided into several levels, ordinary soldiers, magical weapons, magic weapons, spiritual weapons, immortal weapons, divine weapons, spiritual treasures...Of course, the highest artifacts appearing in the novel are only at the level of fairy weapons. Not to mention the higher artifacts and spiritual treasures bred by heaven and earth, of course there are even more awesome ones, that is, the artifacts that coexisted with heaven and earth at the beginning of heaven and earth. As for the name, sorry, the author of the legend of hunting sky Said he hadn't figured it out yet.

The red umbrella in Pei Yaran's hand is called Blood Rain Red Lotus. It was acquired by Lou Mingxuan when he was young when he traveled in a certain cave. Transform into two poses.

The primary level is the umbrella, unfolding, hovering and above the head, the auxiliary attack is the sawtooth on the eaves of the umbrella, and it can be used to take the head of a person thousands of miles away. It can be clicked or ranged. The middle is like no one's land, and the splashed blood is floating, which looks like blood rain all over the sky.

The middle level is the red lotus, which turns into a lotus base and sits under the owner's feet. It automatically raises light and mist to protect the owner. The body will melt away. In addition, the petals are controlled by the owner's mind and can be used as flying needles.

This is a very powerful, offensive and defensive demon soldier, who can turn a murder into a gorgeous art performance.

When Lou Mingxuan handed the Blood Rain Red Lotus into his hands, Pei Yaran was still very puzzled. After all, in the original book, Lou Ziye didn't have such a powerful weapon at all. If not, he wouldn't be so easily suppressed by the protagonist .

The plot really started to go in a strange direction and it never came back...

However, what Pei Yaran didn't notice was that there was also a trace of doubt and bewilderment in the eyes of Chongyu looking at Xueyu Honglian.

Opening the Blood Rain Red Lotus, the fan came out, automatically suspended above the head, a faint crimson light poured down, covering him, as if covered with a layer of red gauze, that cold and noble face became strangely When he got up, his eyes flickered, and he really had the illusion of being a monster in troubled times.

However, the coldness in his eyes pulled back the bewitching demon from the extreme, forming a perfect middle value, not too evil nor too cold, a little restrained and a little seductive.

The sad protagonist who was thrown aside by someone quietly leaned against the stone wall, sizing up the cautious figure in front of him with unscrupulous eyes, his eyes gradually deepened, and it seemed that a terrifying storm was brewing, wanting to collapse, want to be torn apart, I want to completely destroy the beauty in front of me from the inside out!I want to make that wanton, unrestrained, even arrogant and arrogant face stained with traces of despair...

"Woooo-"

The wind wraps the rain, the rain wraps the wind, and the wind hits the cracks in the broken stones, making a sad, chilling sound.

Immediately afterwards, a slender line of black smoke emerged from the black soil, resembling a human figure, but distorted and incomplete. Some appeared just under the protective layer of blood rain and red lotus. The scream finally dissipated in the air.

One or two came out from Chong Yu's side, only to hear another scream, the black mist dissipated immediately, and then regrouped far away from him, forming a very funny scene.

Pei Yaran didn't have time to see how the protagonist is doing. He knows that the protagonist's physique is the nemesis of all ghosts. Although he doesn't know why, these ghosts don't want to attack the protagonist when they see the protagonist. Legs run away.

So, what he has to worry about now is himself!

Wan Jian returned to the sect, gave birth to Tai Chi, exploded the aura, and used three skills in succession. Those who were nearby were attacked with other single objects such as Wu Wu Wu Jian. With blood rain, red lotus and egg shells to defend themselves, Pei Yaran was invincible. The screams came and went, and the ghosts returned to the soil after they dissipated.

Taking the time to glance back, Pei Yaran was upset!

He was beating so hard, the protagonist even folded his arms and looked at him as a matter of course. Seeing him turning his head, he didn't look away guiltily. His eyes were clear but not bottomed out, but the corners of his lips were raised in a shallow way. The arc shows that he is now in a state of leisure.

Pei Yaran raised his hand, and the wide cuffs fell down to reveal the snow-white forearm. The blood rain and red lotus circled for a while and closed automatically, turning into an ordinary red paper umbrella and returned to the palm stretched above the head. beauty.

Without the protection of the bloody rain and red lotus, the ghosts around him swarmed in. Pei Yaran quickly grabbed the nearest ghost with two black claws outstretched, strode up to Chong Yu, and stretched out his hand suddenly.

Suddenly a group of black ghosts with ferocious claws appeared in front of him, Chong Yu didn't feel anything, he blinked harmlessly, leaned forward, and looked at the ghost that seemed to be stunned.

Pei Yaran moved his hand forward again.

Chong Yu's eyes sank, and the Yin spirit that had petrified inexplicably from the beginning suddenly burst out a scream piercing the void, and began to twist and struggle crazily, trying to escape from someone's claws.

Pei Yaran didn't catch it, and Yin Ling took the opportunity to turn into a black mist of nothingness and wrap around his arm. Before he could react, it instantly merged into his body. A lot of right and wrong pictures came out.

In the eyes of outsiders, Pei Yaran's body suddenly stopped, his pretendingly cold eyes were sometimes gentle and sometimes cold, sometimes cruel and sometimes reluctant, sometimes painful and sometimes indifferent, and finally turned into a void with nothing.

Happy birthday party with family in the villa, sneaky reading of novels in school, happy past of traveling with lovers to famous mountains and rivers, and the passionate years of leading brothers to fight with fellows, free access to the dark side of society and the ruthlessness of trading places Ruthless and reckless, and more like a dick in a messy den, playing games and watching anime...

A lot of pictures are interspersed in it...

But why is there always an indescribable strangeness?

Who is he?

What is his true identity?

A ball of black gas filled Pei Yaran's eyes. He covered his head in pain and pulled his hair. His memory was messy but couldn't be connected at all, as if it was just some fragmented pictures. If he thought deeply, he couldn't find anything.

"go out."

It is definitely the memory confusion caused by the Yin spirit just now... It must be...

Pei Yaran beat his head vigorously, and the fist that fell suddenly was separated by the other hand, and then his lowered head was lifted up with his chin resting, and several heavy rays appeared in his vision, overlapping each other.

Damn, he's about to faint.

Neither of them has formally learned the art of immortality, and Pei Yaran doesn't know how to invade his spiritual power into the sea of ​​consciousness to drive out the ghosts. The protagonist is a pervert with speed and strength. up.

……

A piece of warm softness was suddenly touched on his lips, Pei Yaran pursed his lips and subconsciously moved away, but just as he turned his head, he was forcibly pushed back, and his senses were eroded by the heat again.