The saint sitting on the throne and Meng Ren, who was nervously watching the formation on the side, were so shocked by the scene in front of them that they couldn't say a word at this time.

The fire was clearly extinguished, and the black smoke gradually dispersed, although it was not completely extinguished, but unlike the monstrous flames just now, it was already possible to clearly see the scene inside through the flames.

This look was dumbfounded and unbelievable.

I saw that the white-bearded and white-eyebrowed Yuan Miao Zhenren seemed to be a completely different person, his peaceful and indifferent face was gone, but was replaced by a hideous and vicious look, his hair, face, and whole body were even covered with blood, and a strong smell of blood came out of the formation.

Was that Meng Heng's blood?

The two of them were busy patrolling the formation for a while, but they saw an unexpected picture.

Meng Heng was standing aside unharmed, with his hands behind his back, in stark contrast to the embarrassment of the Taoist chief, Meng Heng seemed particularly calm.

Looking at the forbidden army that should have stepped forward to capture Meng Heng, at this moment, all the swords were down, standing in place, like a group of puppets without moving.

Meng Heng is simply rampant!

The saint couldn't help but be furious, but in the next second, when his eyes fell, he froze in place as if he had been poured a basin of cold water.

The Dao Chief's hand turned into the claws of a fierce beast and dug into the heart of a small path!

Blood suddenly gushed out, staining Dao Chang's robe, but he didn't give up, grabbed Xiao Dao's neck fiercely and opened his mouth to bite it.

The trail was silent in an instant, and was thrown to the ground by the Taoist chief, abandoned like a shoe.

"Kill! I'll kill you! A hoarse roar came out of his throat, and his eyes were red.

Clamping Xiao Dao casually, the claws did not hesitate to enter, and a blood hole was dug out in front of Xiao Dao's chest.

There were dead bodies on the ground.

But this didn't make her feel a little sober, but it stimulated the killing thoughts in her heart.

Jade Fushang ...... There are shadows of jade fushang everywhere!

This slut!

After a while, the person in front of him changed his appearance again, his body was long and slender, the green silk was tied to the top, his expression was indifferent, but the corner of his mouth was hooked with a smile.

It's Meng Heng!

This damn mother and son!

Once again, she used all her mana and did not hesitate to dig into Meng Heng's heart and lungs.

Another trail fell to the ground.

But she didn't realize it, and her heart was completely occupied by the pleasure of killing and the hatred of Yu Fushang and Meng Heng.

Just aim her claws at the hearts of the two of them again, and they will disappear in front of her completely!

Meng Heng stood aside, coldly watching Hongyu's every move.

The illusion of this flame has magnified Hongyu's heart demon countless times, and finally bound herself in it.

The fire drawn by the red jade, unlike the fire that burns naturally, contains a lot of spiritual power, and it will not cause fatal damage to the demon or the human being, but it can block people's sight, separate people's hearing, and can also cover up the truth, and conjure up a false picture to confuse the saint's ears and eyes.

It is exactly the same as the illusion made by Xuan Yulang.

With the fear and nightmare in the hearts of the people in the realm as bait, the things that people don't want to see in their hearts are presented as the picture.

How similar this is to hypnosis.

Fear buried deep in the subconscious is the easiest thing to be tapped and controlled.

People are afraid of the pain of fire, so the forbidden army will be besieged and tormented by spiritual fire that cannot hurt people at all.

As for what Hongyu feared, he had seen the clues in several encounters with her.

It was a huge net intertwined with negative emotions such as jealousy, unwillingness, and obsession, which became a huge shadow in her heart, which was broken as soon as she poked.

She wanted to force Meng Heng to show her original form, but in the end, she only forced herself to reveal her original form.

Hongyu finally put all the trails to death, and as if she had finally discovered Meng Heng's existence, she turned her head sharply and stared at him deadly.

"Die!" She shouted, and pounced like a beast.

Meng Heng narrowed his eyes, glanced at the saint who looked shocked and angry outside the formation without a trace, smiled lowly, did not resist, only dodged and retreated, causing Hongyu to pounce into the air.

Hongyu's expression was even more crazy, she grabbed the neck of a forbidden soldier standing behind Meng Heng, and was about to gnaw on it.

"Stop!" The saint on the throne finally couldn't help but shout, but as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lao Dao turn his head and stare at him with his red eyes that were as pure as poisonous juice.

It was as if they would pounce on him the next moment.

The saint couldn't help but swallow his saliva, his face stiffened, and in a panic, he couldn't help shouting at the forbidden army: "What are you guys doing in a daze!" Hurry up and arrest this demon! ”

However, these forbidden soldiers did not react, they were still under the effect of Meng Heng's hypnotism, and they had not yet come to their senses.

Hongyu was enraged, she was immersed in the illusion, the figures were all shadows, and the voices were all hindering her, shouting in her head.

"Meng Heng, I'm going to kill you! You're all going to die for me! She threw down the forbidden army, stepped over the flames, and rushed up the white marble steps like madness, and in an instant, she choked the throat of the saint, and the fox demon's sharp nails cut through the fragile neck, leaving a trail of blood!

"You!" The saint was strangled by the neck, his face turned purple, the usual power of the Son of Heaven had vanished, his hands trembled against the strange claws, and his eyes looked at the hideous old way in horror.

It was the first time he felt like his life was hanging by a thread.

"Save my ......," he squeezed the words out of his teeth.

Hongyu lost her mind completely, and no longer hesitated, she raised her claws and pulled out the heart of the saint.

The nails scratched the bright yellow robe, and it sank into the skin, but further it was resisted, and it could not be entered.

Hongyu subconsciously frowned and looked up viciously.

But it was a man who grabbed her arm and blocked her movements.

This person has a handsome face, thin lips are pursed, and there is a faint sense of familiarity between his eyebrows.

As if it were a person...... Like whom?

Hongyu couldn't help but be stunned, and the strength in her hand loosened.

Meng Heng was keenly aware of this opportunity, and with enough spiritual power, he neatly pulled out the sharp claws of the red jade and firmly clamped them.

The saint snorted, his face was already pale for a while, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead. Without the restraint of the red jade claws, he fell back into his chair in embarrassment, watching the scene in disbelief.

Lao Dao wanted to kill him, but Meng Heng saved him......

Meng Heng seemed to feel something, turned his head to look at the sage, and sneered: "Your Majesty, even if you want to arrest me, you should also send a Taoist priest who really eliminates evil and promotes good, you look at what kind of goods this so-called Yuan Miao real person is!" ”

"Yuan Miao Zhenren" was shackled by Meng Heng with a sharp claw, but he still did not give up, struggling more and more viciously, and the other claw with a heavy bloody aura slammed towards the saint's chest.

The saint was so frightened that he trembled, and he fell from his chair to the ground in embarrassment, and the corners of his robe were □□ out of shape.

"Meng, Meng...... Meng Heng, save me! The saint shouted in a trembling voice, and there was a faint sobbing sound in his mouth: "Whatever you want, I will give it to you!" Only, as long as you can save me, I can give you high-ranking officials, gold, silver and jewelry! ”

"It's all at this time, Your Majesty is still only thinking about your own life?" Meng Heng chuckled lightly, the laughter was clearer and better, but it was mixed with undisguised sarcasm, which made people feel cold when they heard it.

"Your Majesty doesn't care at all, what is the origin of this old way, what is the purpose of approaching Your Majesty, how many people's hearts and lungs have been taken out before, and how many people's blood has been eaten?!"

His questioning voice grew higher and higher, and finally it turned into an awe-inspiring question, and slammed into the saint's heart. But the saint only muttered two words, and did not answer.

Meng Heng tilted his head slightly, glanced at the man with a vegetable-colored face, and frowned.

The spirit stone in his sleeve secretly operated, and in an instant, it released a powerful demon pressure, which approached the red jade.

The shape of the ruby changes immediately and visibly to the naked eye. In the face of the powerful demon pressure, coupled with the almost collapsed mind, the old Dao's disguise could no longer be maintained, and the child's hair peeled off layer by layer.

A large, brown-and-red fox suddenly appeared in its place, replacing the old way. The fox's eyes were blue, his mouth was sharp, his teeth were sharp, and his throat roared, and the saint trembled again, and took a few steps back. 166 Reading Network