As the name suggests, the red-shirted man likes to wear red, and today she is wearing a red full-breasted skirt, half of her arms swaying in the wind, and her black hair is pulled up high to reveal a slender white neck, which is so noble that it is beyond the reach of the dust. The peonies on the corners of the skirt seem to be real, slowly blooming as she walks, exuding the nobility of belonging to the king of flowers.

Suddenly, a rain of peonies fell outside the Roselle Temple, and the rich and intoxicating aroma was intoxicating.

Tu Xuejiao and Qi Xuan'er walked out slowly with the red shirt left and right.

"The red shirt greets the sect master, all the senior brothers, and the guests from all directions. The clear voice is like a clear spring, cool and refreshing.

As soon as the red shirt's voice fell, Tu Xuejiao gestured to all the Red Leaf Valley disciples present, and the sound of silk and bamboo started, led by Fang Rong, who was standing at the front, and a group of pink-clothed disciples slowly danced with the rain of peony flowers in the sky.

The dancing posture is neat and consistent, and the pink clothes fly like butterflies flapping their wings, flying and jumping among the peony flowers, which is pleasing to the eye.

A few black lights shot from the sky, and the first one drove the thunder to roll, and the four different colors behind it were amazing, and they followed closely.

In the blink of an eye, they all fell in front of the Luo Temple, and the red shirt bowed to the first person, Ying Ying, and said: "The presence of the sect master has flattered the red shirt, and the red shirt is thanking." ”

The man was dressed in a black cloak, even his head was hidden under the black hood, and the momentum around his body was so clean that if he hadn't seen someone standing there clearly, he wouldn't have felt the slightest breath of a human being at all.

The red shirt looked at the dark nothingness under the hood that devoured all the light, the previous sect masters of the Netherworld Sect were quite mysterious, no one had ever known its appearance, the sect master was in charge of the formation spirit of the Nine Heavens Yin Evil Array, and the heirs were also selected by the array spirit to be sent to the sect master for secret cultivation.

The current Netherworld Sect Master has been in power for more than five hundred years, and his cultivation is unfathomable, because no one has ever touched him, so no one knows what his cultivation is.

All the sect masters of the Netherworld Sect are called Wuyuan, and the red shirt is facing the ninth Wuyuan at this time.

Wuyuan stretched out his hand and helped the red shirt, "The red shirt doesn't have to be polite. The voice is like a ghost crawling out of the Nine Shadows, burrowing into the ears and making people feel cold.

The red-shirted general Wuyuan and the four people behind him were invited to the high platform in front of the Luo Shen Temple to enjoy the dancing of the disciples, and there were many black lights coming one after another, all of which were representatives of the elders of the various veins and other forces in Xize, all of whom were entertained by Tu Xuejiao and Qi Xuan'er, and led them to the side hall to serve tea and wait for the red-shirts to summon them.

Wu Yuan sat on the top and looked at the dancing disciples and didn't speak, and the red shirt and the others knew that the sect master didn't talk much, but they were not very restrained.

"Senior Sister Hong, I heard that you are going to accept apprentices again today, it seems that your Red Leaf Valley is about to rise!

The one who spoke was the second in the Netherworld Sect in addition to the sect master Wuyuan, the ghost shadow cave master Xuan Soul in the middle of the Yuan Infant Stage, dressed in a dark green robe, decorated with vivid evil ghosts, surrounded by ghosts and gloomy aura, and even the old face full of wrinkles was covered with a layer of green light.

The red shirt smiled and said nothing, filling the Xuan Soul with a cup of hot tea, the ghost shadow cave master is a full smiling tiger, he laughs on weekdays, but the whole sect knows that he is narrow-minded and likes the yin person behind him the most.

"Xuan Soul Old Ghost, if you want to take care of it, Senior Sister in Red Shirt must first take care of Senior Brother Yunqing, when will it be your turn to be an old pimplish!" The purple-robed middle-aged man with a purple corpse on his face laughed.

When Xuan Soul heard this, he glanced at the white-clothed young man who had not removed his eyes from the red-shirted body since he hit it, and said with a lewd smile: "Senior Brother Burial Sea is right, I said Senior Sister Red Shirt, when you set up Senior Brother Yunqing to create Red Leaf Valley together, it took more than fifty years for Senior Brother Yunqing, who was originally cultivated on top of me and Senior Brother Yunqing, to recondense the baby, you have to compensate Senior Brother Yunqing well!"

The red shirt glanced at Mu Fuhai, the head of the corpse refining platform who seemed to be calm but liked to meddle in things, and finally his eyes fell on the white-clothed young man next to him.

Gu Yunqing, taking the meaning of light and light, always has an indifferent and ethereal posture when he likes white clothes, coupled with that handsome and unparalleled face, the red shirt who was not sensible back then became his companion because of this.

A lot of things happened later, and this is not a secret in the Netherworld.

If it weren't for the fact that the red shirt founded "Mei Wu Tianxiang" and sucked Gu Yunqing's cultivation and caused him to fail to get married, now the second in the Netherworld Sect should be him Gu Yunqing.

Gu Yunqing looked at the red shirt with affection, the red shirt's eyes were calm, and he did not regret what happened back then.

"I heard that you accepted a disciple with a pure yin body, why didn't you see it today?" Gu Yunqing's tone seemed very familiar, as if he was chatting with an old friend.

The red shirt smiled indifferently and replied in the same tone: "That kid is motivated, and he has been retreating in the locked red mansion for the selection of the inner door, and he will come later." ”

Gu Yunqing nodded and said, "It's a pity that Mochen is not a pure yang body, otherwise I would definitely have a good relationship with you for Qin and Jin, let me also see if the exercise we founded at the beginning can be successful." ”

The two chatted without any saltiness, without any mustard, so that the Xuan Soul and Mu Fuhai on the side looked at each other, the two glanced at each other, and they both remembered that this seemed to be the first time that the red shirt and Yunqing met since the incident, and there seemed to be no strangeness and embarrassment at all.

"Why didn't you see the killing god of Qisha? Could it be that he didn't have a face?" asked Mu Fuhai with a smile.

"Humph!"

As soon as Mu Fuhai's voice fell, a cold snort came from the sky, and everyone raised their eyes to look, and saw a blood-red sword light that destroyed the world in the distance and killed it like a rainbow, cutting the sky alive, leaving a dazzling blood abyss.

Fresh blood spilled from the blood abyss like rain, and the disciples who danced in front of the Luo Shen Temple were splashed with stinking blood, and they all ran away screaming.

"Evil Star!" Xuan Soul chirped, his tone was full of dissatisfaction, this Seven Brakes of the Blood Demon Sect relied on his cultivation to be high and strong, and he never put the other five veins in his eyes, even standing in front of them was also superior, which made people disgusted.

The red shirt was good-tempered, and politely greeted Qisha and sat down, the long sleeves flicked the blood rain in the sky and disappeared without a trace, and even the blood on the disciples was wiped out, she gave Tu Xuejiao a look, and Tu Xuejiao commanded the disciples to continue dancing.

Jin Ling in the crowd was pushed and walked towards the square, it was full of Yuan Ying, she didn't dare to let go of her divine sense, and could only use her left eye to look at the black-clothed middle-aged man on the high platform who could not be ignored.

The axe-chopping and knife-like angular face, dark skin, tall and majestic, hanging his left arm like Yeli, wrapped in layers of black cloth, which is plated with a layer of red and blackened metallic luster, exuding a tyrannical and murderous aura all the time, making people feel as if their whole body was torn apart at a glance.

After the formation was rearranged, Jin Ling had no choice but to retract his gaze and continue to dance, thinking to himself, this bloody sect master was indeed extraordinary.

Qisha sat proudly in the place where the red shirt was originally sitting, next to the sect master Wuyuan, Wuyuan glanced at him and didn't say much, the red shirt knew this person's temper, and the sect master also intended to tolerate, she didn't want to be sideways, so she sat down next to Gu Yunqing silently.

"Today is a good day for the red-shirted junior sister, I don't think Senior Brother Qisha is here to congratulate, but like he is here to smash the field!" Mu Fuhai suddenly wondered, if he had endured it on weekdays, but today, he would have humiliated and humiliated this evil star who had no one in his eyes!