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"This ...... This...... Is it hell?" and from his side, there was a trembling and frightened murmur from the wind.

Before he could finish speaking, a heart-rending roar and roar of pain suddenly sounded below, mixed with the roar of aura shock.

It's the devil!

Jin Huang thought for a moment, and drove the magic weapon to fly in the direction where the sound came from. However, although the ghost fire burning underneath was silent, it was filled with extreme gloom and coldness. Ordinary magic weapons were closer, and they couldn't resist the sinister and violent breath that spread out of the ghost fire.

There is a ghost fire rising from the bottom, like the long scarlet tongue of an evil ghost, recklessly **** the magic weapon over and over again, trying to devour it.

The magic weapon was impacted by the force, like a lonely leaf floating in a raging storm, swaying up and down, left and right, and it was impossible to control it at all. If you continue to insist, I'm afraid that it won't take a while, and the magic weapon will either be devoured by the ghost fire or the Jinhuang will be planted from the magic weapon.

I can't, I can only give up the flying magic machine.

Jinhuang clicked on the pedal with one foot, and jumped into the air with the strength of the rebound, and at the same time poured the aura and the ghost qi into both legs at the same time. In an instant, the dazzling and pure Netherworld Ghost Fire bloomed faintly like a blue ice lotus under her feet.

The breath of flames rolled up her robes, and the hunt flew away. Qi slashed black hair in the cold glow of the ghostly fire, churning out gentle waves. Between the tips of the hair, there are blue-purple electric flashes and flashes.

Under the boundless dark cloud curtain, the Jinhuang stepped on the ghost fire, as if the messenger of hell came out of hell, elegant and ghostly, but also exquisite and gorgeous.

Feng Yang, who was hiding behind the thunder barrier, fell into obsession again. He hadn't thought at all that the flames transported by ordinary fire-based Heavenly Spirit Roots would always be crimson, never dark blue.

The brocade fell slowly, its toes touching the charred ground, and walked towards the source of the sound. As soon as the crazy and wanton blue-purple ghost fire on the ground touched the ghostly ghost fire under her feet, it actually died down as if facing a strong enemy, and they all shrank back.

It can be seen that the ghost fire here is not pure, otherwise it would not be suppressed.

The Jinhuang forms a small circle around it that is not involved in flames. Every time she took a step forward, the blue purple ghost fire also took a step back. As she walked by, the ghost fire behind her spread unbridledly. However, no matter what, this ghost fire can't get close to her.

Finally, she saw a pitch-black figure rolling in the ghostly fire, wailing/moaning in pain. The blue-purple tongue of fire **** the figure recklessly, and the black brocade robe was scattered and broken. The hood that had been covering the man's head had already fallen off in the violent movements, revealing a long and unbridled fiery red hair.

It's that mysterious demon!

Without thinking about it, Jinhuang pulled out the python whip, and the tip of the whip accurately rolled up the demon's waist and flicked it in the air. The demon flew through the sea of fire and slammed down at her feet. The remaining flames on his body gradually faded when they touched the ghost fire at Jinhuang's feet.

Feng Yang also leaned over, his gaze fell on the dark red demon on his eyebrows, and exclaimed, "Demon clan!"

The violent, twisted, and desperate gloom of the maggots on his body gradually dissipated, and the sacrifice seemed to have gone through the eighteenth layer of hell, and the terrible tremor in his heart remained in the depths of his soul. If it weren't for the burning pain in his body that looked like he had been bitten by a ghast, he would have comforted himself that it was just a terrible dream.

He exhaled slowly, his blackened gaze, tormented by pain, gradually clearing. He turned his head, and a slender and tall figure was reflected in his dilated pupils. The blue and white robes reminded him of the identity of the person who came.

He couldn't help but feel a strong unwillingness in his heart.

He was born as a demon, and has been known as "the first warrior of the demon race" for thousands of years, and the demon venerable has been sealed, so he should be the best candidate to lead the demons to revitalize the demons and revive the glory of the demons!

He should be a Demon Venerable!

But now, he escaped from the demon domain like a lost dog, being chased and killed by the unpopular demon cultivators, and the enemy cultivators who were attached to the demon clan like an incompetent rabbit demon escaped the pursuit. At this moment, he fell into this unknown ghost place.

Could it be that he really wants to die here silently, in the hands of this little girl in front of him?

No, he was not reconciled! How could he be reconciled?

The priest stared at the brocade fiercely, his eyes were tyrannical and crazy, like a wolf beast in a desperate situation, making a final struggle.

He was chased all the way and was already injured, and he fell into the well of hell and was burned by the ghost fire, and at this moment he was just hanging on to breathe. If the Jinhuang retreats and the ghost fire spreads again, it is estimated that it will not take a few breaths of effort to bury him here like the white bone skeleton here.

What qualifications does he have to be arrogant?

Jin Huang's eyes were deep and cold, and he was not intimidated by him at all. The pink lips were lightly lifted, and a cold voice sounded at the bottom of the well, "Who are you, and why are they chasing you?"

The right corner of his mouth was hooked on his thin and purple lips, a trace of disdain and contempt crossed his fishy eyes, and his long fiery red hair reflected a wild and presumptuous posture in the blue-purple light around him. He let out a cold snort in his nose, and then looked away lightly, ignoring Jinhuang's questioning.

"You!" The arrogant posture made Feng Yang instantly angry, and he angrily sacrificed his magic weapon, and the sharp blade pointed directly at the sacrifice, "Do you say it?"

The priest didn't even look at him, but ignored him completely.

The wind was furious, and he was about to rush towards him with his magic weapon.

With a wave of one hand, a thunderbolt from his fingertips flew into the thunder barrier around Feng Yang, and the enchantment stopped in mid-air, not moving.

I saw the angry wind blowing his teeth and claws in the enchantment, and his mouth was closed, as if he was shouting, but he couldn't hear half a sound outside the enchantment. It was only after a while that he realized that the barrier was imprisoned. So, he turned to Jinhuang and wanted her to remove the ban.

Jinhuang also ignored him. She stared at the sacrifice with deep eyes, as deep as a cold pool, as if no amount of light could penetrate it.

She looked at the priest with a blank face and sneered, "It seems that you still don't know your situation?"

Really when he was a tiger demon in Pingyang, even a little nun dared to speak to him like this!

Jinhuang was not in a hurry at all, she took two steps back with a leisurely gait. The blue-purple ghost fire, which was shocked by the Netherworld Ghost Fire, quickly spread forward, and half of the tongue of fire greedily ****ed the injured back of the Priest.

"Ahh The arrogant and disdainful face of the priest collapsed in an instant, and the seriously injured body rolled back and forth at Jinhuang's feet, trying to get rid of the heart-rending yin and cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow of his body. However, the ghost flames that rushed to him were as tenacious as maggots, and they could not be extinguished.

Jinhuang looked at him coldly in pain, watching him tortured, and he couldn't make half a wave in his eyes. (To be continued.) )

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