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The moment the enchantment was formed, a small flame also floated out of the blood lotus, burrowing into the black mist of blood and qi, and swallowed up the black mist in the blink of an eye, and several of the small flags were not spared.

The blow didn't even touch the other party's hair, and it was dissolved lightly, and the ghost was not surprised, and the one who could be solved by him with one move was not the nightmare Blood Flame Venerable in everyone's minds.

Of course, the first time is not all of his strength, and he also has some tentative thoughts, although he has seen Blood Flame and people fighting, but he has never really faced this person, so he naturally wants to leave some hole cards.

The only known people who fought with Bloodflame had all died at his hands, and there was not a single one left.

——This realization made the ghost feel a pang in his heart, and he seemed to regret doing it a little. But the extreme yin body is rare for a thousand years, and he is really unwilling to let it go, anyway, there is still that thing...... He didn't believe that Bloodflame could escape unscathed.

Thinking of this, he slowly pulled the corners of his mouth again, revealing a strange smile, but this smile was on his hideous face, and it looked like a sad cry.

"Where are the people. ”

This tense question, with a flat ending, sounded like an affirmative sentence.

As soon as the words came out, Mo Chuan immediately sensed that something was wrong.

How can anyone kidnap someone and be willing to recruit the address obediently?

He just asked a nonsense question!

"The little girl is in the City Lord's Mansion, and her ...... Stay with the family. The ghost squinted and still laughed, paused and added, "Corpses." ”

Oh grass, this guy actually really answered! What about IQ?

…… I almost forgot about the ghost, and now I'm delirious and my IQ is negative.

Isn't it?

can do such a thing as slaughtering the city in the original book, what kind of sanity can you expect him to have?

Demon cultivators already advocate doing what they want, and their ability to resist desires and desires is very weak compared to that of righteous monks. The body of pure yin can lightly provoke the deepest demon obstacles in people's hearts, and the old wounds are in the ghosts and ghosts that are unstable in the body and mind, of course, they can't resist it.

Although he seems to be barely sane and well-regulated in his speech and deeds, in essence, he has become a madman and will only act according to his own heart.

Committing such an extreme tragedy, which is equivalent to a provocation to the righteous path, with one's own strength, will inevitably cause the hostility and pursuit of the entire righteous path, and even the original Blood Flame Venerable will not dare to ...... What's more, the ghost can't pick up the role of the beam.

Later, the turmoil of thousands of years in the cultivation realm, countless fallen monks, blood and fighting, is the best proof!

…… But wait!

Corpse...... Body?

, does this mean that after killing Qi Ling's whole family, he will throw the girl into a pile of corpses?!

Mo Chuan's hand trembled slightly.

He finally understands how Qi Ling embarked on the road of no return to blackening, what is it to kill the whole family, after killing the whole family, it is really stunning to let you stay with the corpses of the whole family......

Anyone would be crazy if this kind of thing happened!

What's more, it is a little white flower that has been growing in the greenhouse and has never even faced the sinister world, and how fragile the psychological endurance can be imagined......

Looking at the distorted smile on the face of the ghost, Mo Chuan couldn't help but feel numb on his scalp, and then reacted, his eyes were cold, and he took the initiative to take action!

If he was a little out of the situation before, now he has no hesitation. People like ghosts can't solve their hatred if they kill a hundred!

Taking a step forward and walking out of the enchantment, Mo Chuan layered more than a dozen enchantments behind him, enveloping Xiao Bai Yan tightly, before waving his hand forward-

The huge fire dragon swam out of the palm of his hand, rolling up countless large and small waves of qi, heading straight for the ghost.

Xiao Hua guarded Xiaobai, and it was difficult to get out, but he didn't have any other means except for the blood lotus.

The comer was not good, and the ghost retreated cautiously the moment Mo Chuan made a move, and at the same time threw out a black disc, facing the head of the fire dragon!

The inconspicuous disc suddenly swelled hundreds of times after being thrown, and its whole body was filled with a strange pitch-black brilliance, and as the disk rotated, those black brilliances actually formed a vortex, wrapping around the fire dragon, and beginning to devour its head inch by inch!

"Smack-" A crisp cracking sound came from the disc.

Most of the dragon's massive body has been devoured.

"Smack...... Smack-smack!!" Several cracking sounds in succession.

Only a small section of the dragon's tail has yet to be devoured.

There was a loud bang, and the disc exploded in all directions!

The fire dragon was also completely devoured, and the two canceled out, and the aura in the air was also shaken and distorted a little.

The ghost was a little painful, it was a defensive magic weapon of the lower grade of the Xuan Rank, and he had blocked countless powerful attacks for him, but he didn't expect that he could only barely survive a blow under the blood flame.

- Not true!

The ghost's pupils constricted, and he flashed to the side as fast as he could!

The dragon, more than half in size, roared past him, the heat that swept up the corners of his coat to ashes. The ghost retreated several meters one after another, and his subordinates did not stop, and dozens of black mist entangled them, before the fire dragon was completely consumed.

Unexpectedly, he still underestimated the blood flame, a Xuan-level magic weapon, and he couldn't even block it with a single blow.

He should be glad that the fire dragon was just an ordinary strange fire, if it was the detached ghost fire in that blood lotus, if it was burned a little, I am afraid it would be burned dry.

After getting rid of the entanglement of the fire dragon, the ghost jumped up and stepped onto the towering city wall, he lowered his head, and his voice was hoarse and dark, "Why does Your Holiness have trouble with me...... There is no shortage of Venerable Ones with just one person, right?"

Mo Chuan stood in front of the city gate, this area was empty and lonely, the last trace of afterglow of the remnant sun behind him was also swallowed up by the gray sky, and the hair rendered by black ink was blown by the last strong air flow stirred up when the fire dragon disappeared, and the red clothes were flamboyant, surrounded by several fire snakes, and the sleeves of his clothes were bulging.

In the face of the ghostly neurotic self-talk, he didn't answer, just raised his eyes slightly, opened his mouth and coldly spit out three words: "You deserve to die." ”

Paralyzed, can you concentrate on fighting? Labor and management really don't want to deal with your self-talk!

The ghost looked at the peerless elegance of the person under the city, and somehow a thought of unknown meaning flashed through his mind......

Among his Ding furnaces, no matter in terms of appearance or temperament, there is no one who can reach one-tenth of this person.

However, this thought flashed abruptly, and the situation did not allow him to think about anything else.

Hearing Mo Chuan's words that were almost about to sentence him to death, he didn't seem to be angry, and he didn't answer, as if he hadn't heard it, he suddenly burst out!

This time, he obviously let it go, and threw out several magic weapons at once, all of which had a dazzling brilliance on them, deep or shallow, and at a glance he knew that they were not ordinary.

Mo Chuan looked at the various magic weapons flying in front of him, and Mu Mu thought.

Is it a magic weapon?

He's very good at this......

The ghost stood on the city wall and sneered, the lowest grade of these magic weapons is also the top grade of the treasure weapon, although it may not be able to cause any fatal damage to the blood flame, but it is enough to make him some trouble and trip him for a while.

He sacrificed a small blood-red flag, full of brilliance and restraint, only the size of a palm. The ghost bit the tip of his tongue, extracted the first essence blood from his body, and merged it into the blood flag, which was filled with a layer of dim red light in an instant.

Then, within a few seconds, he looked at the situation in disbelief......

Not only did the man not think about the scramble he expected, but he seemed to be more relaxed than before, and he didn't even move, but just threw out a bunch of things in a hurry.

It was a bunch of magic weapons, all of them were in the righteous path and the demon path, full of colors and bright light, much higher than the overall level of those thrown out by the ghosts, and it was also overwhelming in number.

Moreover, these magic weapons are extremely powerful, and they have obviously been filled with aura, and they will explode when they touch it!

But in a moment, two magic weapons collided in mid-air-

The huge roar sounded continuously, and the light emitted by the self-explosion of the magic weapon reflected the already darkened sky as if it were day, and it was so bright that it was difficult to look at it directly.

The aftermath of the collision was so powerful that it triggered several spiritual power explosions, and in several places in the air where the stability was poor, even small spatial cracks appeared, and the surrounding spiritual energy was swept into the void.

The aftermath only spread a few hundred meters away from the barrier where Xiao Bai was, and it was burned completely by the blood lotus that was so bored that it was a little angry.

Ghost: "......"

Mo Chuan: "...... Hm. ”

The ghost was frightened and frightened, and his heart was so stuffed that he almost vomited a mouthful of blood!

He couldn't care much more, he bit his tongue so hard that he almost bit off half of it, and squirted out a large mouthful of semen, all poured on the blood flag.

After the essence blood was poured on, the blood flag, which had been dimly glowing, bloomed in an instant, and the dazzling blood-colored brilliance bloomed in an instant, as if it came to life in an instant.

Looking at the blood-stained ghost, Mo Chuan wondered, there are many ways to force out the essence blood, and Mao must use the bloodiest one of them?

This picture is really disgusting.

…… As for the blood flag that didn't look like a good thing, of course Mo Chuan noticed it, and he also picked up a magic weapon and blew it up, but the strength of the Mahayana period of the ghost was not papery, so he still dodged it.

→ can't help it, he's powerful, but he's not a god after all.

So he could only watch as the ghost slapped that bloody little flag into the ground!

The blood-colored veins spread rapidly from the place where the small flag was buried, densely packed, like spider silk, forming a round, formation-like thing.

The ghost smiled strangely.

Like Mo Chuan got the honorific title of "Blood Flame" because of the blood lotus, his honorific title also has a history.

And the vast majority of what he practiced was actually a very rare ghost art.,The remnants of the ancient wilderness.,Including a series of various derivative content such as raising ghosts and refining ghosts.,Of course, there is also a summoning one.。

As long as he is willing to sacrifice with essence blood, he can pass the blood flag and summon powerful ghosts from the netherworld, as for what kind of powerful ghosts can be summoned, it depends on the quality and quantity of essence blood.

This time, he sacrificed more than a dozen drops of essence blood in one go, which was also a huge damage to him, but the return of such blood was also satisfactory-

He summoned three powerful ghosts at once, all of which were very strong, the lowest of which was also the strength of the early Mahayana period, and according to his estimates, the most powerful one of them could not be compared even in his heyday.

If there is only one such a powerful ghost, the blood flame may be able to deal with it with eighty percent certainty, but what if you face three at the same time?

The ghost was in a rare mood and thought about it.

Blood Flame killed three Venerables in a row at the Demon Dao Conference, but it was also one after another, and he was besieged by three opponents of the same realm, who can tell the result?

It seems that the ghost also has two brushes.

Mo Chuan said "hehe" in his heart.

According to the memory of Blood Flame, this kind of powerful ghost yin qi is extremely deep, and the most effective method is a large amount of pure yang qi, but Mo Chuan is a demon cultivator, even if it is a fire spirit root, it is all yin fire.

Everyone is one attribute, so naturally there is no situation where zài has the advantage, in this case, he is alone, and it is not easy to deal with.

But it's not like there's no way......

He looked back at Xiaobai's direction, although Xiaohua was about to lose his mind, he still dutifully guarded Xiaobai, and easily carved out a clean field in the melee.

That's right, gluttonous––

The recipe for the flame ghost fire is very wide, not to mention the strange stalk of the meridians, generally except for the Zhiyang and the real water that it can't touch, the other qiē can't think of it, Xiaohua said, it can be put into the bowl without any Ya pear!

Hey, of course, it's included.

So in fact, the lump in front of him looks like a dangerous thing, and in the eyes of Xiao Hua, it is all an object that can be roughened.

Mo Chuan: "Poof." ”

He began to retreat silently, but the truth was that he was going to guard Xiaobai by himself and change the birch to come over for dinner...... Oh no, it's a fight.

But this behavior of his fell into the eyes of the ghosts, and it was misunderstood as a retreat made out of fear.

In fact, no one knows about the recipe of the Flame Ghost Fire, after all, no one has ever seen it, if it weren't for Mo Chuan being the owner of the Flame Ghost Fire, he would never have thought that the business of this kind of strange fire would be so extensive......

"Chirp!" Xiao Hua got permission, and immediately rushed to the three powerful ghosts.

When he came to the enchantment, Mo Chuan saw Xiao Bai standing there motionless, clinging to the enchantment, stiff, and when he saw him appear, he didn't pounce as usual, but turned his face and didn't look at him.

The birch outside the enchantment has already dealt with a terrible ghost, and is now concentrating on chasing one of the remaining two, and the other is trembling and trying to find a crack to drill back into the underworld.

The ghost was probably dizzy, and the straight pestle was in place, and his face was white

But who cares about him, just don't let him have a chance to go back and continue to plague Feng Qicheng, it's more important to coax his son now.

"Xiaobai?" Mo Chuan touched his nose in his heart, guessing that his son was probably angry, Xiaobai had a little trouble with him, but he was also coquettish, and he had never been like this, and he didn't even ignore him.

Mo Chuan was also helpless, he had no choice but to leave Xiaobai alone abruptly just now.

“…… Come on, come over and I'll hug you. ”

Xiaobai didn't move, but he turned his face around, and his big black eyes looked straight at him, all of them were mist, and his little face was red, and he seemed to have cried.

Mo Chuan was overwhelmed by the huge guilt in his heart, and walked slowly towards Xiaobai as if he was resigned.

When I got closer, I could still see the water marks on Xiaobai's face, like a little cat, looking pitiful.

Mo Chuan felt that something heavy was pulling his heart down, and he kept falling, and the sourness that worried his heart lingered.

"Don't cry, I'm not...... Okay, I'm back, come and wipe my face. These comforting words were stumbling, and they wanted to comfort Xiaobai incoherently.

He leaned down slightly, reaching out to wipe the tears from the little white face, and he was almost touching the little face. It must have been wet and slippery, making him want to cover it up.

But at this moment, his movements stalled.

He saw a light.

A long, pitch-black light shot down from the sky, smashing the enchantment, and suddenly appeared between him and Xiaobai.

- At first, he did think that the slender black was a ray of light.

But then, the black began to stretch gradually, like a huge monster opening its pupils without the whites of its eyes, completely isolating him from Xiaobai......

The last picture Mo Chuan saw was Xiao Bai's face full of tears, and his dark eyes looked straight at him.

- For the next two hundred years, he wondered why he couldn't go one step further.

Mo Chuan's whole person was cold in an instant, and he stretched out his hand forward regardless of it.

He touched it, and sure enough, it was wet and slippery, very cold, and his hands pressed hard, pressing Xiaobai's head and carefully trying to pull him over. He knew that this position was inappropriate, but he just wanted to pull Xiaobai over now.

Obviously, though, he failed, because he couldn't even pull his hand out in the end.

“…………………………”

After the blackness disappeared, he looked down at his hand, which was torn from his wrist and a small part of his sleeve.

Mo Chuan had never suffered such a severe injury since he was beaten through, his wrist was very painful, and Bai Huahua's bones could be seen clearly.

He should have felt a pain to the bone, and fear, but strangely, he didn't feel the slightest.

He remembered the name of the thing.

Heavenly Slash, the treasure left behind by the ancient wilderness, can tear the void and devour all things through the power of spatial cracks.

Even Zizhong Tianluo Sha is difficult to compete with this murder weapon.

He is still so wolf, what about Xiaobai?

Xiaobai, who is only a second-order, will be what will happen after being caught in a spatial rift?

The pain seemed to have recovered, and the pain that began in the wrist gradually spread upward, penetrating the bones, flesh, and finally reaching the area under the second heel rib cage of the left chest.

The woman's shrill roar and hoarse screams are intertwined, making it irritating.

The water stains slowly swept across his face, and Mo Chuan pulled the corners of his mouth, but finally his face was expressionless.