Mozun was attacked by fake crying bag

The expression on Huo Wuyan's face was too light, it was difficult for people to see the hidden meaning, and those eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. People with deep thoughts like Ji Xuan are used to not like to be with such eyes.

"let go."

The man in black had a bright complexion, his voice was deep and cold, so mellow that he could not describe it.

Ji Xuan's ears twitched slightly, he was neither face-controlled nor leg-controlled, but only had a little voice control, the voice of Beiyou Demon Venerable Huo Wuyan was undoubtedly the type that Ji Xuan would like, This can even be said to be the most appetizing voice he has ever heard.

He silently let go of the hand that held the opponent's sleeve.

It was exactly the same as letting go, the last time Ji Xuan did not let go, but this time he let go of his hand happily, and just obediently stood by Huo Wuyan's side begging for protection.

The celestial demon Gu worms rushing madly, the starfall flame snake that lost its backbone and went mad, these things are nothing to fear for Huo Wuyan, who turns his hands into clouds and rain, but it is hard for those group of people who are struggling to survive. The monks all scolded Ji Xuan for the speed at which he hugged his thighs, but after a closer look, Ji Xuan's handsome and delicate face really had the capital to hug his thighs.

The young man has a handsome figure, a handsome and clean face, beautiful peach blossom eyes without any impurities, and is full of youthfulness. Not to mention men, even women feel protective when they see it.

Qiu Zihan is a majestic female cultivator, a beautiful female cultivator, and she has to rely on herself at this time, making herself in a mess.At this moment, comparing the two, Qiu Zihan almost shed tears of envy towards Ji Xuan.

Heavenly demon Gu worms eat souls as food, once they get into a person's body, it will be terrible. The monks are all in a hurry. Fortunately, the opponent is now indiscriminate, and even the enemy's Starfall Flame Snake was not spared. There were only a dozen or so people, and because of this incident, there were several more.

Qiu Zihan obviously couldn't restrain the Heavenly Demon Gu worm like Qingyangzi's Zihuo, but fortunately, she still had a way to resist one or two.

In this short moment, Ji Xuan saw Qiu Zihan sacrifice several powerful magic weapons, no wonder this girl Zihan was able to live up to now with the strength of the mid-stage Golden Core.

Huo Wuyan didn't pay attention to these little gadgets, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After several people died and their bodies fell to the ground, and the blood flowed into the soil bag, he started to do it, and the evil spirit rose to the sky. Then, the flames burned, and a huge starfall flame snake was knocked to the ground with one hand.

In an instant, the Ten Thousand Bone Cave was in a mess, dead and injured, and looking at the number of people, they could be counted with two hands.

There are just a few people, standing on the pile of bones full of red flowers, no matter how you look at it, it is infiltrating.

The monks who survived the catastrophe didn't dare to take a breath, but now there was only one Demon Lord left on the field, Huo Wuyan didn't speak, and the others didn't dare to speak, the atmosphere was a bit weird for a while.

Until the arrival of a blue shadow broke the calm, the other party broke through the formation directly, and the green clothes flashed in front of Huo Wuyan.

The visitor knelt down respectfully, "This subordinate has seen the Lord."

It was a woman in Tsing Yi with a simple and elegant makeup and a picturesque beauty. The woman's skin was like jade and her face was like a lotus, but her eyes seemed to see through thousands of years of prosperity and prosperity. The eternal tranquility already showed that she was no longer young.

Ji Xuan already had the answer in his heart, and there was probably only one with such a handsome appearance—the Venerable Zhuqiu, one of the twelve demon lords under Mozun Huo Wuyan.

The Twelve Demon Monarchs are named after the elegant name of December, and the Zhuqiu of February and Huasui of January are both the left and right hands of the Demon Lord Huo Wuyan. One is in charge of the inside and the other is in charge of the outside. They manage the internal and external affairs of the Scarlet Flame Demon Sect in an orderly manner What's more worth mentioning is that both of them are in the realm of Huashen Venerable, and they have already reached the strength to stand on their own, but they are still loyal to Huo Wuyan and have no second thoughts.

At this time, the sky had already turned pale, and under the faint morning light, the man in black was tall and tall, handsome and handsome, with a calm expression on his face. Just standing there, he was more eye-catching than everything around him.

The man didn't even look at the stunning beauty kneeling in front of him, the corner of his mouth was pursed with an indifferent and unruly line, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The woman in Tsing Yi just knelt and waited quietly, waiting for orders.

Elegant and elegant, the beauty with an elegant demeanor like a fairy is kneeling in front of him, and there are people who don't even look at it. There are male cultivators who wish to replace the beauty and immediately help the beauty up, but they dare not. , and the famous Beiyou Demon Lord, they are afraid that the Beiyou Demon Lord will not like them, so they will also be wiped out by the way.

"Get up." Huo Wuyan casually folded a bloody petal, crushed it, and asked casually, "Is it done?"

The woman in Tsing Yi stood up and said: "The organization that tried to summon the Demon Emperor has been dealt with immediately, but a few little mice ran away. Long Qian is finishing up, and will come to report to the Lord soon."

"En." Huo Wuyan responded lightly.

I don't know if this boss is satisfied or dissatisfied, a particle word made people's minds turn for several times, and some monks who didn't dare to breathe were slandering in their hearts.

The woman in Tsing Yi continued calmly, "Master, do these monks who are still alive need to be cleaned up?"

All monks: "..."

For a while, the monks who had just marveled at the beauty of the woman in Tsing Yi, and felt that the other party's voice was clearer and more pleasant, all wished to wake up their unconscious minds just now. The devil's subordinates are also devils!

Huo Wuyan's sharp eyes swept across the monks, causing the monks' backs to tremble with fear, afraid that this one would nod.

"Where are you going?" Huo Wuyan's expression was alienated, and there was no emotional change in his tone.

Looking at that moment, Ji Xuan felt the killing intent, this guy probably really didn't want them to get out alive, his body subconsciously took a step back, he didn't expect to be caught just right.

Ji Xuan stopped his subconscious back foot, secretly cursing that the body's instincts are harmful, this behavior that is completely out of the control of the soul makes Ji Xuan's current situation delicate.

Under Huo Wuyan's gaze, Ji Xuan blinked innocently to show his harmlessness.

Only then did the woman in Tsing Yi notice this person who was very close to the demon king Huo Wuyan. The young man's skin was as beautiful as jade, his brows were unparalleled, and his face was sickly pale. looked away.

Ji Xuan coughed lightly, Huo Wuyan just stared at him like that, those bottomless phoenix eyes made Ji Xuan feel uncomfortable, he lowered his head and whispered: "I didn't intend to go there, it's just a little... Afraid. The body moves on its own, and it has nothing to do with me." Ji Xuan said the following sentence in a very low voice, but with a certain degree of sincerity.

"Scared." Huo Wuyan chewed the word over and over again, subduing his slightly lethargic murderous aura.

Ji Xuan was about to breathe a sigh of relief. According to the character of Beiyou Demon Lord in the book, he should have escaped a catastrophe, but before he could finish his breath, a shockingly handsome face suddenly enlarged in front of Ji Xuan's eyes, slender and slender. A strong hand pinched the back of Ji Xuan's neck, and withdrew slightly.

Huo Wuyan asked softly, "Are you scared now?"

Master Mozun asked these words gently, but the movements of his hands did not mean gentleness at all.

A trembling feeling of approaching death made Ji Xuan's head dizzy. Before his brain could react, his body did it first. Fortunately, this body that cried at the first knock shed tears of pain.

The young man's appearance was originally extremely beautiful, and there was mist in his peach blossom eyes. When he cried like this, although his clean and handsome face was messed up with tears, there was still an air of tenderness and pity.

A crystal teardrop filled the boy's eyelashes like crow's wings, and it was about to fall. Huo Wuyan's hand on the back of the boy's neck loosened slightly, and he saw that there were glaring red marks on the boy's back neck.

Gently stroking away the tears from the corners of the boy's eyes, Huo Wuyan said in a low voice, "I'm crying now."

Compared with the fake gentleness before, this time the tone is really gentle and relaxed.

There were still wet tears on Ji Xuan's face, and there was a hazy mist in his eyes, and it was this hazy mist that covered up the weirdness that flashed in his eyes, and he still had a little reaction to this reversal No, it turns out that Mozun Huo Wuyan likes this one?

The protagonist Shou in the article is cold and aloof, a lifelike flower of the high mountain, the fun of that article is probably to spoil the cold and arrogant little beauty, the protagonist Shou will not shed tears easily, no matter how much humiliation he suffers, he is still the unyielding flower on the top of the snow mountain. The falling snow lotus, so that Ji Xuan thought that all these real players liked that hang, but now it seems that it is not always the case.

Qiu Zihan looked at Ji Xuan hesitantly, it was not a good thing to be favored by a demon, but it was not something they could refuse, I hope Ji Xuan could be smarter.

Qingyangzi and the other monks had normal expressions on their faces, no matter what they were thinking in their hearts, at least it didn't show on their faces.

At that time, a gust of breeze blew by, the wind seemed to be gentle, but it swept up the manjusawa all over the place. The petals of the manjusawa were like blades, and there were actually some demonic Gu worms hidden inside.

There was a sudden change, and before most people could react, they were dazzled by the petals of Manzhu Huasha. Ji Xuan subconsciously turned his head to avoid a petal, but the petal was blocked before they even got close to them. down.

This is the power of space that can only be comprehended after the Nascent Soul realm, and the one who can turn the power of space into something as simple as breathing and use it proficiently can only be the Venerable Huashen.

"Illusive array, here we come." Huo Wuyan had expected this, luckily fixed all the manjusawa in the surrounding area in the air with his fingertips, and then a force majeure burst out, the red petals clattered like pieces of paper The ground fell down, and when they could see clearly in front of them again, the scene in front of them had changed drastically.

The low trees in the wilderness, the gurgling river, just now it was the morning light and the sky was white, and now it is the afternoon sun again, no one around him is seen, only he is left alone facing the boundless golden wilderness, screaming every day. spirit.

This is so weird.

Thinking of the phantom formation that Huo Wuyan said before entering the formation, Ji Xuan secretly sighed.

His luck was really bad.

The Demon Emperor is ignorant and good at magic spells, no one wants to learn his illusions and spells.

Ji Xuan touched the back of his neck, which was in pain, and he didn't know the severity of his hand, but his unpredictable face immediately failed, and the pain caused tears to flow out again.

"Fuck." Ji Xuan greeted Huo Wuyan's family politely.