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"Mage?" Yan Wu muttered.

Yan Jingxing has been paying attention to the safety of his master, and at this time, his eyes widened slightly when he heard the word "mage", there is no such thing in the world.

Hua Gong fell steadily, and the Zen staff slammed into the ground, and after a burst of dust, the lower end of the magic weapon revealed the shape of a gun.

Everyone just thinks that he is very powerful, he is a mage or something, and he can use a gun. Yan Wu already knows his details.

The severed branches of the plum tree were dripping with blue sap, as if blood was flowing quietly.

The broken branch fell softly and slowly, as if it were finishing a farewell, as if it were about to go on a final madness.

There was a scorching smell in the wind, which made Yan Wu feel nauseous and uncomfortable.

The branch cage that surrounded the entire plum city quickly withered and dried up, and the branches were full of flowers.

The red petals slowly spread a layer so that you can't even see the yellow bark.

The plum blossom sucks the life force of its mother mercilessly like a demon baby, insatiable and unscrupulous.

"Not good!" Yan Wu shouted. She has battled with demons countless times, and she has the sharpest instincts.

Hua Gong is too late to make up for countless rods at this moment.

The plum blossoms slowly disappeared into thin air, and pollen filled the air.

Huagong immediately erected an enchantment that enveloped the entire Meicheng, but it was useless, the roots of the trees underground were connected, and this strange pollen swept the entire continent.

The sweet and charming aroma filled the entire Meicheng, and the eeriely quiet atmosphere made everyone shudder.

Everyone's faces were confused, and they looked at Hua Gong and Yan Wu uneasily. The Terrans have lost so much history that they have no idea what is going on.

Hua Gong twisted the beads quickly. He is from the fairy world, and he also knows some about the demon clan through some classics.

This is the so-called "Demon Seed Descending". In the former Divine Domain, such tests were not uncommon, with rain and meteorites...... These are the ways in which the demon seed spreads. At that time, most of the people in the flood wilderness were able to survive such a test, but now it is different.

The demons have been sealed for tens of thousands of years, and the danger is far away from the three clans. Even if the immortal world faces such a test, it will be difficult to get through. Not to mention the humans and demons in the world! They are greedy, despicable, and insignificant, and it is impossible to defeat the demon seed this time.

All this ...... Did the adversary do it?

Hua Gong clenched her fists in resentment, she would definitely let that demon be ambushed!

There was a strange howl in the distance, and Hua Gong came to his senses, he should protect the people who could do it.

The staff swirled and shimmered with golden light, and a sea of clouds obscured a large expanse of the sky above.

The demonic energy in the area shrouded by the clouds was frozen by him.

"Don't even breathe in the aura." Hua Gong said in a loud voice, he used the technique of sound attack. His voice spread throughout the entire Taiyi Sect, and spread farther away.

The people who had been silent did not dare to move.

Only then did Hua Gong find that the Thirteen Peaks and Xuantian Sect disciples he knew were all safe and sound.

Are these humane hearts so solid?

Hua Gong used the pupil technique to take a closer look, only to find that Yan Daojun was surrounded by a layer of blessed light. This mask is like an enchantment, protecting the entire area of the ring.

How many good deeds did this man do? How come there are so many merits, so much that the Heavenly Dao has a halo on her? This aura can even resist the invasion of demonic energy......

Hua Gong's eyes were almost blinded, and he fell into deep doubt in his life, and he was sour.

Although he was already bathed in the holy light, he still approached Yan, he wanted to experience this feeling up close, pretending that he had too.

He said to Yan Daojun: "Yan Daojun is really an admirable character. ”

He only knew that merit could increase the monk's luck, and this was all a mysterious thing. How could she use her luck as an aura?!