"Where's the separation?" Mo Feng asked again.

When he looked at Ji Jiufang, Mo Feng's gaze had become deep and sharp.

He slowly approached Ji Jiufang vigilantly, and the afterglow at the end of his eyes kept sweeping the movement on the water. For some reason, everything on the swamp was not calm, which made Mo Feng couldn't help but worry, although there was no fallen figure there.

Ji Jiufang slowly turned his head, his blood-colored eyes staring coldly at Mo Feng's face, as if he was trying to identify something.

Finally, the corners of Ji Jiufang's mouth pulled up.

With an inexplicable smile, his gaze also moved from Mo Feng's face to the position of the dantian.

Mo Feng is already approaching.

He finally saw clearly what the situation was in front of him: Ji Jiufang's eyes were blood-red, leaving no room for black and white, and the blood-colored appearance was clearly a situation that would only exist when he was in a demon.

And not for other reasons that he thought he was lucky before.

The heart beat violently.

Mo Feng raised his spirit, and at the same time, he was more anxious to find Liluo, deliberately keeping a distance from Ji Jiufang, Mo Feng squinted his eyes, his tone was serious and low, and he asked, "What about Liluo?" ”

Ji Jiufang raised his eyelids very contemptuously, moving his gaze from Mo Feng's dantian to his face.

"Linglong Pagoda has recognized the lord?"

Ji Jiufang asked.

There is no trace of warmth in the sound.

But it didn't seem like a question, for he obviously didn't need an answer, and when he had asked, he turned back to look at the water, and remained motionless, his fists clenched tighter and tighter, and the muscles of his face bulging, as if he were gritting his teeth fiercely.

"So that's your plan......"

He said lightly to the place where the shadows were shrouded.

The tone was light and fluttering, and his expression was so indifferent, but the deliberately straight back after finishing speaking, just showed that he was not so relaxed.

Following Ji Jiufang's gaze, Mo Feng also looked into the depths of the swamp.

The bad premonition from before struck again.

Mo Feng's heart "chuckled", his brows furrowed, he pointed to the place where the black shadows gathered, and asked Ji Jiufang sharply: "Is Liluo there?!" The outstretched fingers, like the voice, trembled slightly.

Ji Jiufang's phoenix eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Left?"

He asked rhetorically, and then smiled, more like self-deprecation.

This place has his own imprint, so approaching this place, he can remember many things that he has been forced to forget, and he can also realize more clearly what kind of layout he is in.

Those softness for detachment were stifled by a well-planned chess game.

As for Mofeng......

Ji Jiufang retracted his gaze again.

"Want to unseal the Linglong Tower?" His voice was low and gloomy, but he stopped at this point, and after a long time, he suddenly sneered, "Heh, the grasshopper shakes the tree, and he can't help himself!" ”

As soon as the words fell, without seeing any movement from him, a spiritual power suddenly came out from behind him.

Mo Feng was secretly surprised.

This spiritual power came too quickly and urgently, and with a lot of resentment, the shot was a killing move, if it wasn't for the early intention, I was afraid that I couldn't avoid it at all, and I was bound to be completely hit by the spiritual power. Rao is now, and if he is prepared, Mo Feng can only dodge a little.

Just a little bit.

The spiritual power was a blade, grazing Mo Feng's shoulder.

A piece of flesh was torn off his left shoulder, Mo Feng didn't care about the pain, and hurriedly took two steps back, but he was closer to the swamp. He clinged to the edge of the swamp and said to Ji Jiufang with a fearless face:

"You're a demon?"

Is it a demon cultivator, or did you provoke a demon in your heart while cultivating?