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"Why don't you run?" The few people in front of him saw him, and asked subconsciously. But even at this stop, several calmer people in the team also noticed the abnormality of the sign, and saw that they opened their mouths immediately, and the whole person was shaking.

　　 "Just...just now..." Someone in the team was fighting with teeth, "Just now we...have we walked through this staircase?"

Dozens of people suddenly fell into a deadly silence. After a few quiet questions, many people's eyes fell on Han Jiangchen in front of them. The hood on his forehead covered half of his face and fell in their eyes. It seems mysterious.

　　 "You...do you know something?" Someone finally said what everyone thought.

　　 Han Jiangchen stood silently, without answering, leaving his expression buried in the shadow.

　　 He had never experienced anything like this before. But it is clear that the scope of the "stage" is now shrinking, just as the unfolding web is closing.

　　 This snare was stabbed in a big hole because of his appearance, and the prey that should have been obtained ran out of the hole, and the existence of the palm net was trying its best to keep the remaining people.

　　In other words, he has to protect these people from under the eyelids of existence...

　　 "Who are you on earth?" someone in the crowd asked boldly.

　　 Han Jiangchen raised his head in response to the words, and was about to answer, but his pupils shrank suddenly.

　　On the ceiling behind people, wisps of bright red liquid were permeating from it. The liquid fell drop by drop to the ground without making any sound. It just gathered on the ground into a dazzling pool of blood.

　　 In the pool of blood, a pair of eyes slowly opened.

　　......

All the people in the stairs suddenly felt the cold piercing into the bones, closed their mouths subconsciously, and turned their heads together: they saw a pool of blood on the ground agitating strangely, and a thick figure was slowly emerging from it. head.

　　 is like a python coming out of a hole, but its face is blurred, and the whole figure seems to be made of blood.

With its appearance, the underground pool of blood is slowly spreading to the entire ground, and its figure rises, the light it casts is obscured by the shadow of its body, and the shadow is cast on the person with its mouth wide open. On his face, every face is as white as paper.

　　-Where the blood drops, there is fierce blame.

At this moment they don’t know what they are facing, but whoever faces this situation is enough to be shocked at the first time-they have just woke up from that dream, but now, what is in front of them Reality is more shocking than dreams.

"what..."

　　 They opened their mouths to scream, but their voices got stuck in their throats and eyes. Without waiting for the first scream, the sound of breaking through the air rang out first.

　　嗖!

　　 At that moment, the crowd only saw a bright light flashing in front of their eyes, and the light brushed over the top of the head with a violent spirit, and hit the **** figure violently. Seeing "Giant Snake"'s body leaned back abruptly, and was slammed against the wall behind it by that energy-on its chest, the long sword surrounded by spiritual power was nailed there.

　　 The paper-faced crowd froze together, and no one made a sound for a while, they just looked at the scene in front of them with their mouths wide open.

　　 At the moment when "Giant Snake" appeared, the silent figure suddenly tore off the long clothes that was draped outside, and the spirit sword behind it was unsheathed at the same time, and the lightning strike was sent out in the blink of an eye. At this moment, the spirit sword that flew out was trembling withdrawn from the "giant snake" and flew back to his hand with a little bit of blood.

　　 He immediately jumped up, and walked through the crowd within a breathing time. Before the "giant snake" got up, a few consecutive sword lights flared out of his hand, and everything he pointed at was critical.

People only saw the sword shadow intertwined with the monster body, and the spirit sword brought out dripping blood. Before they could recover from the dullness, they saw the last blow penetrating the body of the monster, and the spirit sword was drawn. After exiting, the body fell to the ground with a sudden, and stopped moving.

It was only then that people could see the figure clearly: it was not a strong body, it was so young that it could only be called a teenager’s face, but no one would pay attention to this. The people in front of him just stared blankly at him. On the chest of the clothes, there is a mark of clouds encircling yin and yang.

　　 "Kun...Kunlun University!" Someone in the crowd finally shouted.

　　 They don't know what the situation is right now, but they all recognize this mark, and they also know what the mark represents.

　　 That is a cultivator. Right in front of them, the incomprehensible evil was repelled by a single blow...the cultivator!

　　 Han Jiangchen ignored their surprise, he just squeezed the spirit sword in his hand and stared at the trembling "giant snake" on the ground.

He was prepared for this scene a long time ago, so he didn't have any grudges just now. He used ten percent of his strength for each hit, and directly pierced a blood hole in the body, and saw the thing dying and twisting twice on the ground. The body gradually melted and merged into the spreading blood stream again.

　　 But this reminded him: What can construct such a wide range of illusions, can't even stop a blow from the Qi refiner? This is never possible. In other words, even this thing... is just a phantom created by the latter scene.

　　 Then, where is the body of this thing?

He looked around ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and was about to release his spiritual knowledge, but he heard someone in the crowd nearby say: "Kunlun... a god! You are Kunlun's immortal cultivator, right! What the **** is this? situation?"

　　 Han Jiangchen turned his head and saw dozens of pairs of eyes all gathered on him behind him, all of them staring. Before he could speak, the person who started talking was already attacked by a group.

　　 "Do you still have to ask others? I don't know if I look at it for myself-this is a monster!"

, Turned to look at him with horrified and imploring eyes: "Little god, please... please save us, okay? We will listen to you everything, as long as we can get out of this ghost place... you let us do it. whatever!"

This immediately received a response from the people around him. Dozens of people were looking at him: there were old people, young people, women with babies, couples holding hands... but they were all straight at this moment. Looking at him, he seemed to be holding a straw in the ocean.

　　 At the moment he revealed his identity, they did not hesitate at all, Dang Even chose to trust him. It's like when encountering a crisis, subconsciously praying to the gods.

　　 Han Jiangchen was silent for a moment, then stood up and spoke in a low voice.

　　 "Go to the corner and stand together." He said, "I will protect you."

　　 Protecting mortals, this is his task. At the moment of becoming a demon slayer, he made an oath.

　　 It was like getting the supreme command. A group of people nodded immediately and hurriedly gathered together. The previous way of putting their chests on their backs shrank in one corner, giving him the space in the center completely.

　　At the same time, the pool of blood on the ground slowly spread, and most of the space was stained red within a moment.