While his brain was running at great speed, Du Moyan's figure rushed straight forward. She had to find a way out as soon as possible, thinking like this, Du Moyan's footsteps became faster and faster.

Leaving the place that looked very upset to him with the woman who didn't move, there were bright red places everywhere, and Luo Han was pulling this figure away, his face was obviously full of cold gloom.

"You're not Aning." This is a very affirmative question, and the figure under the hijab turned around tremblingly when he heard this.

Under the bright red wedding dress, a completely unfamiliar face was revealed.

The woman opened her mouth slightly, and after an "ah", she could no longer make any sound. Frowning, Luo Han felt a little irritable in his heart, this so-called Qingluan clan actually put a forbidden spell on a girl.

"Broken." A simple one-word proverb was confided from Luo Han's thin lips, and while unlocking this woman's forbidden curse, Luo Han's disgust for this race added a few points again.

After the forbidden spell was lifted, the woman moved her throat and uttered a monotonous hoarse syllable. After realizing that she could make a sound, the woman's face was obviously a little happy.

"My lord, I only vaguely know about the person you asked me, she was hidden in the young patriarch's room, and I don't know anything."

After the girl finished these words in an orderly manner, she fell to her knees, wanting to respectfully thank this god-like person for saving her life.

But before the girl could kneel, the god-like figure had disappeared in front of her eyes, and the woman raised her head, her eyes full of clarity.

That beautiful face, at this time, was completely exposed to this silent air, this man! It was the pothos that passed out because of excessive sadness.

Luluo looked at the exit of the Qingluan clan not far from here, and her eyes burst out with an indescribable light, and she became more and more grateful to this inexplicable man.

As long as! As long as she walks out of here, she can escape from this place that suffocates her, and the footsteps of the green pothos, along with her thoughts, step by step resolutely towards that exit.

In the sky, countless strange black mist condensed, forming one strangely shaped creature after another, each creature was a whole body of ink, only a pair of eyes, revealing a red blood.

All the black shadows floated silently behind Qingying, faintly making her surroundings glow with a dull aura, like? It's like hell!

When everyone realized the death aura on Qing Ying's body, their faces changed drastically, but at this time, Qing Ying did not have any of them in his eyes.

All she could think about was finding the man, and all she knew was that the damn man had taken her wife and the person she wanted to spend her life with.

The pupils, which were already completely red, swept through all the boundaries bloodthirsty, and Qingying glanced casually in the direction where Du Moyan was.

Right! That's this woman! All the resentment, all the sharpness, seemed to find an outlet at this moment.

There is a voice in Qingying's head that is roaring wildly, kill her, drink her blood, it is because of her that you will lose the woman you love.

And Qingyun, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, suddenly changed his expression at this moment, it was this monster again! It's this monster again, Qingyun muttered to himself as if he was stunned.

Her expression was full of panic and fear, only Qingyun knew that her only child of her own was a little monster.

When he saw Qing Ying turn into a red-eyed monster in front of him, Qing Yun fell to the ground in a gloomy manner, this child, after all, still inherited the bloodline of that demon.

This made Qingyun lose his soul, and he was so uneasy that he knelt on the ground, completely losing his previous arrogance and aggressiveness.

When the strange blood in Qingying's eyes appeared in front of everyone, everyone screamed in panic, and ran away in all directions in a panic.

"Monster! The Red-Eyed One! She's a descendant of the Demon Race, run away! Some Yuan cultivators who had cultivated to the highest level shouted loudly to everyone, and their voices filled with mystical energy were transmitted to all places.

The scattered cultivators woke up Du Moyan, who was sleeping on the roof, and carefully exuded her spiritual power beyond this enchantment, spreading endlessly, she wanted to know what was going on outside.

The huge spiritual power is like a vast sea, constantly expanding into the distance: "Descendant of the demon race, red pupils...... Run away......" faintly chaotic voices came into her ears.

Du Moyan, who was trying to hear the situation clearly, was forced to be helpless, and his spiritual power spread out again... Due to the wider and wider scope of spiritual power diffusion, Du Moyan could only sit on the roof and devote himself wholeheartedly to it.

While countless cultivators with panicked expressions running out, a dark figure swooped down towards the center of the Qingluan clan without fear.

While Luo Han swooped towards the central divine land, there was a continuous sound in his ears, which made his brows sink a little, and the speed of the inward sprint increased more and more.

The red-pupiled one, a lowly creature like the demon clan, can't escape from the suppression by himself, so every once in a while, he sends a lowly demon to harm the woman in the cultivation world, and now even the Qingluan clan has reached in.

However, these are not within Luo Han's consideration for the time being, the red-pupiled person will be punished, but the first thing he wants to do now is to find his own kitten, and what he is most worried about is that the red-pupiled person does not have long eyes and runs to harm Du Moyan.

Thinking of this, Luo Han's face became a little unpleasant. He had to find the kitten as soon as possible, and in his contemplation, his figure turned into a bolt of lightning, leaving only a shadow in its place.

Du Moyan's spiritual power continued to extend outward, passing one panicked escaper after another, and just as her spiritual power was searching, a familiar aura broke into her search range.

The intrusion of this figure made all the vast spiritual power exuded by Du Moyan suddenly solidify in an instant.

And Du Moyan himself, who was sitting in place, also opened his surging eyes in a daze. This is! It's the smell of that stinky man,

She would never admit it.

Luo Han, who was running wildly, looked sharply in the direction where Du Moyan was at the moment when Du Moyan's spiritual power enveloped him, and someone was snooping.

Luo Han's more powerful coercion, as his eyes swept over, swept tightly, and Du Moyan's spiritual power completely shrunk a little.

When the two breaths were about to collide, Luo Han suddenly withdrew the coercion emanating from his whole body, and at the same time, a scorching light flashed in his eyes, this breath! It's his kitten.

However, before he could perceive it further, the breath that had quietly groped for it had disappeared without a trace.

This made Du Moyan, who was on guard, and the erected cells in his body relaxed again in an instant: "Hey! Little girl, you didn't know to say hello to me before you came in, she scared me to death! ”

Du Moyan turned his back and complained unconcernedly, but he didn't notice that a pair of blood-red bloodthirsty eyes stared at her slender back, and the corners of his mouth hooked a cruel arc.

Sensing the overly hot gaze behind her, Du Moyan couldn't help but smile a little, and turned around leisurely, with a smile on her face that had not yet passed: "Don't empathize so quickly, don't ......"

In Du Moyan's words yet! As she finished speaking, a bony hand slammed into her slender white fragile neck.

A pair of blood-red eyes, full of endless cruelty, stared at himself fiercely.

"A-Luo, A-Luo! Give me back Ah Luo! The red bloody eyes stared fiercely at the woman in front of her, Qingying, no, Qingying, who was completely controlled by the demonic nature, repeated the words in her mouth over and over again.

As her words intensified, the hand that was clamping Du Moyan's neck became more and more fierce, and countless blacks emerged from Du Moyan's eyes.

His breathing became more and more shallow, and Du Moyan only felt that his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred: "Ahem..."

Are you going to die? Unexpectedly, she Du Moyan lived a lifetime, and once again lost in her own kindness, if she didn't agree to this damned young patriarch, she would complete her escape with peace of mind.

She could probably still see the man who only knew what made her angry, and there was infinite remorse derived from Du Moyan's heart, and one after another, gradually blooming into a beautiful flower.

A faint familiar figure fell from the sky, and there was a rare rage in his voice: "You dare! ”

Du Moyan shook his already dizzy head and whispered laboriously: "Is it my delusion?" I actually saw that stinky man......"

When he found Du Moyan, the scenes that met Luo Han's eyes made Luo Han's face, which had no expression all year round, covered with overwhelming anger.

"Look for death!" In Luo Han's hand, a mysterious qi glowing with soaring golden light roared like an evil dragon, pounced on Qingying, who was eroded by demonic energy.

At the same time as he issued that palm, his figure had already swept towards the direction where Du Moyan was, and the afterimages flickered, and Qingying's blood-red eyes were full of violence.

The hands that were glowing with black mist suddenly grabbed those afterimages at this moment, and Qingying at this time obviously recognized that this damn fly was the thief who robbed him of his most important things.

casually threw Du Moyan to the ground like a broken rag doll, and his eyes full of bright red and blood-colored eyes glanced coldly in the direction where Luo Han was.

And Luo Han, who was in her eyes, turned into an illusory shadow when his goal was about to be locked enough, and Du Moyan, who was thrown on the side, was quickly held in his arms by Luo Han, who was swept by, and hugged him back.

Looking at the extraordinarily distinct blood marks on Du Moyan's neck and his already crumbling body, Luo Han looked coldly at the thing that person was not a ghost or a ghost.

The golden light has surrounded her entire figure, and countless violent breaths have been scraped on her body, and the golden light is horizontal.

Luo Han was puzzled and swung a palm at that disgusting lowly thing again, and with the power of shaking the earth and shaking the mountains, the fluttering palm drew a series of fierce traces, rushing towards those weird black mist.

The strange black mist, as if encountering a natural enemy, broke away from Qingying's body in shock. At the same time that the black mist broke away, Qingying, whose face was pale and pale, fell to the ground fiercely and lost her life.

And Luo Han's eyes, with a rare urgency, looked at the dying girl in his arms, with a weak aura, slowly rising and falling on her chest, indicating that this girl still has a trace of vitality.

The big hand with distinct bones was clenched into a fist fiercely, and there was a white light, which emanated from Luo Han's body and slowly wrapped towards Du Moyan's dying body.

The blood marks on Du Moyan's neck quickly melted away at a speed visible to the naked eye, her breath gradually calmed down, and her breathing became even.

Everything has improved, so that Luo Han's dark face finally has a trace of it! Angry.

Du Moyan's pale face was shrouded by the white mysterious light, and gradually became a little bloody, and the long and curled eyelashes flickered slightly on the closed pair of closed water pupils.