The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

The transparent body of the mirage dragon was swimming, and the voice of the young man in red sounded again in the middle-aged scribe's mind: "You can't get together, you can't stay in place for a long time, and you can't be negative."

He shivered, calmed down and quickly followed the voice of his companion calling him in the mist, and ran towards that direction with the compass that had settled down again.

With the mirage, many people disappeared.

Beitang Hanye shook off the frost on the sword, at his feet, Gu Diao's body was split in half, the section was covered with frost.

The dozen or so rays of light in the field of vision changed positions, some became closer, and some became farther away.Beitang Hanye held the Qiankun sword, dragged his white robe across the ground, and walked towards the nearest one.

At the end of the long street, the gray fog dissipated, and a slender figure emerged from it.

Falling to the ground next to the burning lantern, its front paws raised its head against a fierce beast that was biting the corpse of a patrolling guard armor.

Looking at the cyan figure that appeared from the end of the long street, feeling the majestic blood energy on the opponent's body, the ancient ferocious beast that had been dead for many years and had begun to decay became excited.

When returning to the human world, what they want most is fresh flesh and blood.

Even if he can no longer be resurrected, he still wants to swallow these powers into his stomach and regain the feeling of being alive.

It threw down the half-baited corpse on the ground, scratched the ground with its claws, sprayed a bloody mist from its nasal cavity, stared at its prey, and let out a low growl from its throat.

Its tiny prey seemed to be unafraid of death, and it came to a distance that it could rush across in an instant, and then stopped.

For some reason, the ferocious beast, which had been dead for many years and only had the killing instinct left, suddenly felt a sense of crisis that made its hair stand on end, and it bared its teeth and growled lowly.

The next moment, thick black mist suddenly rose under the feet of the man in Tsing Yi who was standing on the ground.

The black mist swirled and condensed together, turning into a giant black python that pierced through the sky.

The wind blowing from a high place blew Tsing Yi Moxiu's long hair and the long sleeves of his toga. Between the long black hair, the golden hair ornament intertwined with dragons and snakes reflected light.The golden vertical pupils the size of a black python's wheel locked onto the roaring beast on the ground, and a bow appeared in the hand of the handsome demon standing above its head.

The golden bow body and bow string seem to have life, breathing like a living thing.

As soon as his slender fingers touched the bow, an arrow with a destructive aura was set up on the string, aimed at the beast on the ground, and shot towards it.

The arrow fell to the ground like a meteor!

"Oh shit!"

During the huge earthquake, a group of monks were shaken to the side.

Compared to Beitang Hanye, who took the path of killing, and Yan Xun, who was unmistakable in the Demon Realm, the others were far less unrestrained in this huge cemetery.

Especially in the huge earthquakes and mist fluctuations caused by these two people, every time I was frightened to the point of being frightened, I ran forward in a panic, and when I met the strange eyes of the mirage dragon, I was accidentally caught by the mirage that appeared randomly. engulf.

The capital of the Xuanyuan Dynasty was split into countless fragments by the mirage, each of which contained a different time and space, and there were evil ghosts and beasts lurking in the mist, no matter where they went, they couldn't get rid of it.And everyone was horrified to find that if they left the token's glow for too long, their bodies would be assimilated by the surrounding world.

If you don't leave, you will suffer constant attacks, and if you leave, you will become a part of the nether world. The words "live until dawn" are almost extravagant hopes for them.It was only at this moment that they realized the horror of the second game and understood what Chu Yiyang said.

Fortunately, Fu Yueshu and Xuanyuan Ce who followed Chu Yiyang did not experience this feeling of not being able to live and not being able to die.

Chu Yiyang's subtle control of the current situation and the surrounding environment shown in the Fire Palace and the Mountain Palace is still reflected here.

Whenever the mirage appeared, they were able to avoid it perfectly.

No matter how many evil spirits are ambushing in front of them, they can predict in advance and bypass them safely.

If it wasn't that they didn't know how to deal with the mirage dragon, Fu Yueshu and Xuanyuan Ce would even feel that as long as Chu Yiyang thought about it, they would already be standing in front of the mirage dragon at this moment, instead of spinning around safely in the mist.

Deep in the gray mist, there is a fourth type of person.

The team led by the great priest was still trudging through the gray mist, avoiding the beasts passing through and killing the evil spirits blocking the way. The formation that had guarded the Xuanyuan Dynasty for thousands of years was still dim.

The east side of the imperial capital is the closest to the imperial mausoleum in the eastern suburbs, and the density of residential houses here is also the highest. Now it is full of death, with fire everywhere, and there are almost no living people.

Those ancient ferocious beasts that broke free from the seal and escaped from the nether world left traces of wreaking havoc here. As soon as the houses fell, the evil spirits wandering the streets rushed towards the defenseless civilians.

Evil spirits wearing ancient armor invaded houses and looted at will, captured the living, sucked Yang Qi, and sucked them into mummies.

In the mist covered by the mirage dragon, the exhausted monks couldn't hear the mournful cries here.

"Run!" In a residential house, a pair of parents tried to block the path of the evil spirit with shovels and shovels in their hands, "Run, girl!"

The little girl shivered, rushed out from the corner and ran towards the outside. There was a gray fog in front of her. Looking back, she saw tall evil spirits dragging their parents out of the house, choking their necks and sucking their blood. Yang Qi.

Waking up from sleep, the parents who were only wearing their underwear twitched their hands and feet, and their bodies shriveled quickly.

The little girl didn't dare to look any more, she cried and ran forward, the sound of armor rubbing behind her followed her everywhere.

There are mummified corpses all over the ground, and ordinary people who have lost their lives are everywhere.

When she was running around the corner, she saw a plump little black cat corpse on the ground from a distance, and immediately bent down to pick up the kitten and hid it in her arms, trying to survive in this dead world. Find yourself a living companion.

The little girl didn't know how long she had been running, she just felt that she could hardly run anymore, and the kitten in her arms was still so cold.

Her tears kept piling up, blurring her vision, she couldn't see the wooden stick on the ground clearly, she tripped and fell to the ground, and the little black cat in her arms was also thrown out.

The moment it landed, the kitten's paw twitched.

"Maomao..." The little girl raised her head, her face was bruised, and her heart was full of despair.

The gloomy ghostly aura behind her was getting closer and closer, she crawled towards the little black cat and held it in her arms, feeling that she could no longer run.

It was in this trembling embrace that Xu Wang opened his eyes.

He remembered that after he was seriously injured, he was turned into a little black cat by the luthier in blue shirt, and he put him in his arms to protect him all the way. He also remembered that the piercing sound of the piano opened the passage connecting the netherworld and the world of the sun, and he clearly realized that this sudden appearance was happening to him. The uncle in front of him is not a Luotuo luthier.

But shouldn't he have returned to the Yang world now, why does the surrounding feel the same as the underworld?

Also, why is a mortal child without cultivation holding him?She actually wanted to protect him?

Xu Huan, who was still weak, bared his teeth.

He hates being a cat.

In the dark alley, the wind blows ashes.

The gray fingers that were grabbing at the little girl's neck paused, and after such a moment of hesitation, the boy in black had regained his figure.

His face is beautiful and delicate, with a white pocket skull hanging at the end of his black hair.

The black skull studs on both ears were burning with black flames, and the neat black clothes were not embroidered with auspicious patterns, but evil spirits.

The little girl felt that the kitten she was holding was gone, but a powerful arm hugged her instead.

In the despair of waiting for death, she raised her head, and saw that the little brother who was holding her had a pair of cat-like eyes.

The black-clothed boy took out paper money from his pocket and sprinkled it. It was like a rain of paper money in the dark alley.

Paper money cut into yellow circles fell on the eaves, hung on the treetops, and stuck to the walls. From the depths of the darkness, a more fierce and cold aura seeped out.

There was a red light in Xu Wang's cat's eyes, and the flames in the eyes of the two ghost soldiers who wore worn-out armor and came back from nowhere changed from blue to red, and their yin energy continued to flow He walked towards Xu Wangdu, repairing his injuries.

Holding the little girl in his arms, the young master of Ghost King Zong who was dressed in black stood up.

The ghost king sect retreated because there were no ghosts to control, but now the city is full of ghosts.

"go back."

The boy let out a hoarse ghost language, driving the two ghost soldiers who had just been subdued by him to go back.

The underworld has the rules of the underworld, and the yang world has the rules of the yang world.

No matter how fierce a ghost is in the nether world, it has to be a human being with its tail between its legs when it comes to the yang world. There is no such thing as reckless and reckless killing.

Paper money clears the way, and the ghost king goes on tour.

The boy who came back to the world through the gray mist held the little girl in his arms with one hand: "Let's go back and teach them the rules."

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Kitty cat, cute, he is showing off.