The daylight above the sky gradually dimmed, a thick dark cloud quietly condensed, and the air became damp and dreary.

"Hah!" A scarlet light accompanied by a foul stench as if from hell hit the face, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The root of this change is the Zhao Iron Furnace on the stage!

I saw that Zhao Tielu's eyes were dark, his hair was skyrocketing, two small sharp horns on his forehead were ridged, above his five fingers, his nails were slender and sharp, and his upper and lower heads were scarlet, and a smell similar to that of the Spirit King but extremely terrifying and disgusting came out of his body.

"It's the Demon God!Evacuate the martial arts arena immediately!" Qinghe was well-informed, and recognized the scene in front of him at a glance.

The Zhao Tielu in front of him is the image of the demon god clan in the prophecy of the demon war, this image represents killing, evil and despair!

I don't know what deal Zhao Tielu made with the devil, sacrificed all his conscience, and turned into a demon god.

This monstrous magic made everyone including Qinghe terrified, and the students in the audience hurriedly scattered one by one when they saw this, and Qinghe flew towards Zhao Tielu at the fastest speed.

And Ling Yu'er, who was the closest, seemed to be attracted by something, standing in place and not moving at all, and those who didn't know thought they were scared stupid, their legs were weak, and they couldn't run.

Zhao Tielu in front of him, the magic power behind him was condensed, and the phantom of a round of spirit seals behind him slowly appeared.

The heavy raindrops suddenly fell with the earth-shattering thunder, and in an instant, they moistened the entire martial arts arena.

"Ling Yu'er, run!"

The voice came from Zi Yan, who was leaping rapidly, and the rain soaked her purple fairy dress, moistening her jet-black hair, like a hibiscus out of water. But at the moment, no one is in the mood to appreciate this beauty.

Hearing Zi Yan's words, Ling Yu'er still didn't move at all, just stood in place.

In a trance, unnoticed, the scarlet magic on Zhao Tielu's body seemed to flow towards Ling Yu'er's dantian as if it had encountered a magnet!

A touch of scarlet flashed through Ling Yu'er's deep blue eyes, and even he didn't notice it.

This magic power is not as evil and terrifying as everyone feels, and Ling Yu'er, who is standing opposite, feels a cordiality and warmth that has never been felt before!

It was this intoxicating power of caressing like mother's love that attracted Ling Yu'er and made him stand in place and unwilling to leave.

But Zhao Tielu didn't give him such a chance to be intoxicated, and the demonization was precisely to slaughter the red-haired boy in front of him! And this was also the only goal and voice in his heart after the demonization, and no other sound could enter his mind at all.

A round of scarlet spirit seal condensed and completed, because of the scarlet stench magic wrapping, no one could see the appearance of this spirit seal, but compared to the previous big iron furnace, this spirit seal is extremely small, only the size of a fist, but the scarlet aura revealed in it is unbearable and terrifying.

Qinghe and Ziyan did not arrive.

The magic seal suddenly smashed out, carrying raindrops all over the sky, and struck towards Ling Yu'er, who was only three steps away.

The fleeing students stopped one after another, worried about the scene that was about to happen behind them, and each had their own predictions in their minds.

"Don't!"

"Run!"

Qinghe and Zi Yan shouted with all their strength at Ling Yu'er, who was standing in a daze, and after Qinghe, the fire heart also flew quickly.

Torrential rain poured and it was cold.

Most of the people covered their eyes and didn't dare to look at it, only a few bold people and the students of the yellow class who followed behind Zi Yan stared intently.

The Magic Seal has arrived, and it's too late.

A scarlet heavy magic power slammed into Ling Yu'er's body, and a crazy magic explosion swept the whole field, with Ling Yu'er as the center, the impact of the magic explosion created a hemispherical rain vacuum.

"Is this the Demon God! It's terrible! Are we going to fight this kind of thing? How can we win!"

"Yes, it's terrible, we have cultivated hard, and in the end it is just to fight this kind of monster that is impossible to defeat?"

"A bunch of useless things!" A crisp young man's voice came from behind the audience, the person who spoke was dressed in pitch black, the color of the school uniform that the students had never seen before, but the iconic sword cloud on it proved to everyone that this person was indeed a student of Tianwu Academy.

Under the long black hair, a pair of eyes with a faint golden light on the delicate goose egg face were exposed, as if they were furious at this time.

"Who are you d? You can do it, you can do it! Stinky, what are you doing here?" the insulted students quarreled with him.

"But it's really handsome!" The female student next to her saw the comer's posture, and her bright golden eyes were fascinated one by one.

But let everyone say more, the young man didn't say half a word, just walked forward step by step, each step, he passed on his heavy anger, his eyes stared at the demon god on the martial platform, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of bloodshot.

Looking at the back of the young man moving forward, thinking of the golden eyes, and recalling the legend of the black school uniform, a student shouted in surprise, "It's him! It's really him! It's Qiu Jian!"

"Hey! What kind of sword is broken? You can make it clear! When is it still selling off!"

"Hey, you guys are really unheard, although I am only in the first grade, but when I first came to the academy, I have heard of him, he never studies with other people, does not participate in any exams and competitions, and is alone in Mandala Mountain for all year round retreat and cultivation. However, you can enjoy all the resources of the college. "This student, when he speaks, his head is too high and half a foot smaller, and he is full of confidence, as if he is talking about himself.

"Cut! It can't be some kind of powerful relation, right? Or the illegitimate son of Dean Qinghe?"

"Sneeze!" Qinghe in flight couldn't help but sneeze.

"It's just, I haven't taken any exams, who knows if it's a paper tiger, cut"

Just when everyone was talking, I saw that the scarlet magic around Ling Yu'er on the stage was dissipated, I didn't know, I thought that the magic power was like smoke, and it would naturally dissipate after a long time, but that magic power was actually inhaled into Ling Yu'er's body one by one, oh no, to be precise, it should be that magic power itself flowed into Lingyu'er's body!

And all of this is under the eyes of the revenge sword! In his eyes, the flow of this magic power is like transparent, and he can see it clearly.

"Could it be that he is also a demon god?" thinking about it, Qiu Jian's brow tightened a little, and he no longer moved forward, but stood still, observing his conjecture.

"Look, you're scared, aren't you? Don't you dare to step forward, are you? What kind of big-tailed wolf is pretending to be~ It's really not ashamed. The person who was said by Qiu Jian to be unproductive was behind Qiu Jian at this moment, and took the opportunity to say cool words.

"Yes, big brother, this kind of person is not as good as a finger of yours!" The little follower behind him also took the opportunity to count the Qiu Jian.

"What did you say?" Qiu Jian turned around, his golden gaze staring directly at the student who was called Big Brother.

The moment he was shrouded by this gaze, the student seemed to have fallen into an abyss, he was extremely afraid, his eyes were scattered, his eyes disappeared, and then a steaming liquid flowed out from under his pants, mixed with the cold rain, and then his legs weakened and he sat down on the ground.

The young man who was with him hurriedly helped him up, sniffing the stench coming from under him, the young man understood something in an instant, picked up his eldest brother's head and ran towards the outside of Wutai without looking back.

Qiu Jian, on the other hand, turned his head and looked at the two people on the stage again.

"It's a steamed bun!" The magic power was dissipated, and it was clear again on the martial platform, and everyone saw clearly that the "magic seal" in Ling Yu'er's hand turned out to be a steamed bun!

"Uh... I'm not mistaken, it's a steamed bun, right?" asked the person next to him with an embarrassed face, confirming what he saw.

"Well, that's right, I saw it too, it's a steamed bun ......"

"Steamed buns... Steamed bread... ”

For a while, the audience was embarrassed, and the sound of raindrops falling on the ground was crisp.