"Daye City's Flower Sect is here!" In the crowd, I don't know who shouted, "That girl in Huashang is so fucking beautiful." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Huashang was wearing a long lotus dress, with a large blooming red begonia flower sewn on her chest, three thousand green silks like a waterfall, and her eyes were indifferent, as if they were made of cold ice.

She held a golden-red scabbard in her hand, the scabbard was no more than three or four feet long, very slender, and there were brilliant golden plums engraved on it, delicate, beautiful, and blooming with a faint golden light, and the golden light made the flowers look a little holy.

Behind Hua Shang were seven or eight purple-clothed female disciples, with clouds and sideburns, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and a purple-gold scabbard in their hands.

Many men in the crowd looked at the women infatuatedly, and many of them even drooled.

"Miss Huashang, you're here too!" The speaker panted, his eyes stayed in front of Huashang, he was wearing a green coat, naturally it was Mu Yang.

Huashang "hummed", which was a response.

Mu Yang didn't seem to notice Hua Shang's indifference, and still said with a smile: "Hua Shang, I didn't expect you to come earlier than me, I thought that I would meet you as soon as I left the city, and then come with you!"

Hua Sheng saw Mu Yang chattering, frowned slightly, and was about to open his mouth to reprimand, when an arrogant voice interjected, he was wearing a silver-white robe, looking like a handsome son. Behind him was a group of men in white robes, with a silver sword two or three feet embroidered on the front and back of the white robe.

"Sect Master Zhuo Shao is also here, I didn't expect that the people from the three major families of Daye City are here, it seems that this sixteen nights demon mound is going to be a lot more lively!" someone in the crowd said.

"Mu Yang, Hua Shang, it's been three days, how are you doing?" Zhuo Jianfeng looked at Mu Yang and Hua Sheng with a smile.

"It's ok. Mu Yang glanced at Zhuo Jianfeng and said as if he was coping.

Hua Sheng looked at Zhuo Jianfeng carefully, "Huh", stared at Zhuo Jianfeng's eyes, and said, "In three days, I didn't expect that this Zhuo Gongzi had made such a big progress." "When he speaks, he is also extremely vigilant.

Zhuo Jianfeng's strength originally surpassed Huashang and his appearance, but now his strength has increased again, and now, the gap between the three of them is getting bigger and bigger.

Xiao Mu also felt that the aura exuded from Zhuo Jianfeng's body was much richer than before, and it seemed that this Zhuo Jianfeng must have used some secret method to forcibly improve in the past three days.

Mu Yang was quite unhappy when he saw Huashang praising Zhuo Jianfeng, and immediately stared at Zhuo Jianfeng with warlike eyes.

Zhuo Jianfeng laughed and said proudly: "Where did it come from, where did it come from, it's just that its strength has improved a little!hahaha!" As he spoke, his gaze swept across like lightning, and the people who were swept by his gaze shuddered, as if they were being targeted by some fierce beast.

"Is this Zhuo Jianfeng looking for someone?" someone in the crowd muttered quietly.

"Brother, he's there!" Zhuo Hanrong on the side pointed in the direction where Xiao Mu was.

Zhuo Jianfeng looked in the direction that Zhuo Hanrong was pointing, and after seeing Xiao Mu, his eyes showed a fierce light, as if he had found prey. He slowly approached Xiao Mu step by step, and at the same time, an extremely strong spiritual power fluctuation emanated from his body, as soon as the spiritual power fluctuation came out, the air suddenly became rapid, and there was even a tsunami-like sound, and at the same time, cracks appeared in the air that were visible to the naked eye, densely packed.

The people around them retreated one after another, for fear of being affected by this spiritual power fluctuation.

Xiao Mu didn't dodge or dodge, just stood in place, as if he had stopped resisting.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Xiao Mu, and even many people had already foreseen Xiao Mu's next tragedy.

Zhuo Jianfeng raised his head triumphantly, he knew that the next moment, Xiao Mu would be blasted to pieces.

Immediately, his smiling face stiffened, because when the spiritual power fluctuation was still two or three inches away from Xiao Mu, it stagnated, as if it was blocked by an invisible qi wall.

"What the hell is this?" Zhuo Jianfeng was slightly stunned, he didn't feel any spiritual power fluctuations on Xiao Mu's body, he thought to himself: Isn't this kid using spiritual power? I'll try again.

"Hey, this kid seems to have some way!" Hua Sheng noticed Xiao Mu at this time, Xiao Mu's performance in the Red Maple Auction House was not very outstanding before.

Mu Yang also paid attention to Xiao Mu, didn't say anything, and looked at Huashang again.

"Brother, don't make a move, I'll try this kid first!" Zhuo Hanrong stopped in front of Zhuo Jianfeng, he had been defeated by Xiao Mu before, and he had always been deeply ashamed, so this time he had to start fighting back.

As he spoke, he flew out, like a flying kite, his five fingers opened, transformed into claws, and grabbed Xiao Mu's head fiercely. With a "whoosh", a sharp black paw print appeared on the ground.

Zhuo Hanrong was slightly stunned, he hadn't seen how Xiao Mu had escaped. He raised his head and said unconvinced: "Stinky boy, you have some doorways, but I want to see how many times you can escape!"

Zhuo Hanrong held his breath, ran the dantian, crossed his hands, and each finger burst out with a sharp, translucent lightsaber. "Whoosh", the five fingers of his left hand turned into claws, and the five lightsabers condensed into claws, slashing at Xiao Mu's head with great agility. At the same time, his right hand also split down, covering Xiao Mu's position in front and back.

"Boy, I see how you escaped this time!" Zhuo Hanrong felt a burst of pride in his heart, and then, he seemed to be petrified, because, I don't know when, Xiao Mu had already appeared in front of Zhuo Hanrong, and the tip of his nose was only four or five inches away from the tip of his nose.

At such a close distance, Zhuo Hanrong could see the light in Xiao Mu's eyes.

What's more, Xiao Mu's right hand has been pressed on Zhuo Hanrong's neck, and as long as he shakes it lightly, he can end Zhuo Hanrong's life.

Zhuo Hanrong couldn't help but widen his pupils, his breathing became short, and his heart began to be afraid.

With a "bang", Zhuo Hanrong's body quickly flew out upside down, like a blackbird with folded wings. Zhuo Jianfeng quickly pierced out, and held Zhuo Hanrong's back to stabilize his body.

"Han Rong, are you alright?" asked Zhuo Hanrong with a dark face, his fists clenched. He really didn't expect Zhuo Hanrong to be defeated so quickly, and in front of so many people.

Zhuo Hanrong spurted out a large mouthful of blood, his face was pale, and his body twitched slightly.

"Take Han Rong back to the Sword Sect!" Zhuo Hanrong said with heartache and resentment, and after ordering this matter, he turned to face Xiao Mu, his eyes burning like fire.

The people around him could feel the monstrous anger in Zhuo Jianfeng's heart at this moment.

"Boy, I see that you are impatient! Look how I crushed your bones and scattered ashes today!" Just as Zhuo Hanrong was about to make a move, suddenly, he felt a chill suddenly appear around him, not when it snowed, but a chill that emerged from his heart, as if he was being targeted by evil ghosts.

He looked around, and it was clear that the people around him felt the same breath, and became restless.

"Well, how do I feel the atmosphere around me getting weird? And how do I feel my fingers and thighs shaking constantly? Even when I speak, I feel like I'm suddenly in winter?"

"Is the Sixteen Nights Demon Tomb about to be opened? Could it be that some terrible monster is going to appear inside? No, the barrier on the Sixteen Nights Demon Tomb is still intact. ”

"Could it be, is that the man coming? I remember there was a man in Yellowstone, who was called a Nakshatra, an evil ghost, and it was said that when he appeared, he would have some strange phenomena. ”

"Could it be that the person you are talking about is Ke Taishou's quasi-son-in-law, the Qin Hattian known as the White Yaksha?"

As soon as the words "White Yaksha" came out, many people present showed indescribable expressions, as if the White Yaksha was their magic barrier. For a moment, everyone fell silent.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Look, isn't that the White Yaksha?"

When everyone heard the voice, they saw that not far away, there was a young man in white who was slowly stepping forward, seventeen or eighteen years old, his eyes were empty, like a bottomless black hole, and even the light could not shine into it.

There was an "X" scar on the right side of his face, the scar was bright red, and there was faint blood oozing out, as if the scar had just come out. At the same time, he carried a huge sword behind him, the blade of which was about eight or nine feet long, two or three feet higher than his head, and the blade was wrapped in a white bandage, round and round, and a large white bandage was also wrapped around his left arm, all the way to his left palm.

He raised his head and looked around with empty and godless eyes, and many of the warriors present shuddered, their whole bodies were restless, and they didn't dare to look at him at all. Some people even let out a scream and fainted because they couldn't stand that kind of look.

Xiao Mu looked at Qin Haotian's gaze, the eyes of the two met, and suddenly, the world in front of him disappeared and turned into chaos, and then, a huge red eyeball appeared in the sky on the left, and the eyeballs were scurrying, as if they were about to struggle out of their sockets. Immediately after, blood spurted out of the eyeballs, turning into an overwhelming river of blood, rolling in.

The sky on the right was dark, and a black torrent swept through the heavens and the earth, desperately devouring in all directions. With a "boom", the blood river and the black river collided, hitting a monstrous black-red tide, which was deafening, and those currents were like countless dragons flying high, surging into the sky. At the same time, the entire sky is completely contaminated.

After a moment's effort, Xiao Mu returned to the real world, his eyes were full of confusion, he looked at Qin Hatian, and thought: What the hell is going on? Why do I have such hallucinations every time I see White Yasha, do I have any unique relationship with him.

The White Yaksha was also confused, and seemed to be interested in the person in front of him.

Everyone looked at Bai Yasha and looked at Xiao Mu, and immediately mourned Xiao Mu in silence in their hearts, thinking: You kid, you have offended both Zhuo Jianfeng and Bai Yasha, see if you can get out of the Sixteen Nights Demon Tomb alive.

Zhuo Jianfeng was quite jealous of Bai Yasha, but seeing that there was an entanglement between Bai Yasha and Xiao Mu, he was secretly happy in his heart, thinking: Boy, you can't live if you do this by yourself, if you offend me, forget it, if you offend this White Yasha, I'm afraid you will have no way to live. I heard that no one who was targeted by the White Yaksha could survive, not even a strong person who was a few levels higher than him.

"Brother Hate, who is that young man?, do you know him well?" A soft voice sounded in Hakuyasha's ears, and as soon as that voice appeared, it was like a warm spring breeze, blowing away the biting cold air in the air.

Everyone felt that the cold in their hearts had gone a lot, just like the ice river that was warm and cold at first, and the atmosphere had become much gentler.

"Could it be, is that the man coming? I remember there was a man in Yellowstone, who was called a Nakshatra, an evil ghost, and it was said that when he appeared, he would have some strange phenomena. ”

"Could it be that the person you are talking about is Ke Taishou's quasi-son-in-law, the Qin Hattian known as the White Yaksha?"

As soon as the words "White Yaksha" came out, many people present showed indescribable expressions, as if the White Yaksha was their magic barrier. For a moment, everyone fell silent.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Look, isn't that the White Yaksha?"

When everyone heard the voice, they saw that not far away, there was a young man in white who was slowly stepping forward, seventeen or eighteen years old, his eyes were empty, like a bottomless black hole, and even the light could not shine into it.

There was an "X" scar on the right side of his face, the scar was bright red, and there was faint blood oozing out, as if the scar had just come out. At the same time, he carried a huge sword behind him, the blade of which was about eight or nine feet long, two or three feet higher than his head, and the blade was wrapped in a white bandage, round and round, and a large white bandage was also wrapped around his left arm, all the way to his left palm.

He raised his head and looked around with empty and godless eyes, and many of the warriors present shuddered, their whole bodies were restless, and they didn't dare to look at him at all. Some people even let out a scream and fainted because they couldn't stand that kind of look.

Xiao Mu looked at Qin Haotian's gaze, the eyes of the two met, and suddenly, the world in front of him disappeared and turned into chaos, and then, a huge red eyeball appeared in the sky on the left, and the eyeballs were scurrying, as if they were about to struggle out of their sockets. Immediately after, blood spurted out of the eyeballs, turning into an overwhelming river of blood, rolling in.

The sky on the right was dark, and a black torrent swept through the heavens and the earth, desperately devouring in all directions. With a "boom", the blood river and the black river collided, hitting a monstrous black-red tide, which was deafening, and those currents were like countless dragons flying high, surging into the sky. At the same time, the entire sky is completely contaminated.

After a moment's effort, Xiao Mu returned to the real world, his eyes were full of confusion, he looked at Qin Hatian, and thought: What the hell is going on? Why do I have such hallucinations every time I see White Yasha, do I have any unique relationship with him.

The White Yaksha was also confused, and seemed to be interested in the person in front of him.

(To be continued.) )