The killing methods that make people tremble with palpitations do not hurt anyone who has nothing to do with them, and no one knows how Night Terror did it.

No one understands why she can tell people life and death in a snap of her fingers?!

Is she a bloodless demon or a merciful god?

Watching the people of the Ten Thousand Immortal Pavilion being killed one after another, where is this battle, this is simply a slaughter on one side!

The scorching black flames seemed to crush all life.

"Damn it!"

The man in purple scolded angrily and finally made a move.

Originally, in this small position, he was absolutely not allowed to interfere with anything.

But at this time, if he doesn't make a move, the lower-level face forces that he has cultivated with great difficulty will be killed like this.

Damn it!

What the hell did they provoke such a demon?!

And at the moment when he made a move, Night Terror Hong also smiled, she turned around in the midst of the flames, and said lazily: "Yan Qingjue, when do you want to watch the play?" ”

Yan Qingjue?!

Who is she talking to?

As the words fell, a fiery red figure appeared in the sky, like a god who had pierced through the void and descended.

Silver-haired and red-eyed, delicate and graceful.

He just stood quietly in place, and there was a kind of dignity that contained the brilliance of heaven and earth under his feet.

As soon as he saw the arrival, his own man immediately breathed sluggishly, and his whole body trembled wildly.

"Green ...... Qingzun ...... Ah......h

He didn't have a chance to say the rest of the story.

As soon as Yan Qingjue shook it with his bare hands, he immediately turned into a cloud of blood mist, and disappeared into the air with a "bang".

Such a move made the hearts of the people of Wanxian Pavilion, who were already on the verge of despair, feel like ashes......

He didn't even have the heart to resist, so he was turned into dust by clusters of black flames.

In the black flames floating in the sky, Night Terror and Yan Qingjue Yao Pavilion yearned.

Night Terror Hong just said that, but he didn't expect Yan Qingjue to really help him.

She blinked suddenly, pouted, and said, "If someone like you is killed, there won't be any trouble looking for me in the future, right?" ”

Yan Qingjue shook his head helplessly, and walked to her side as if he was strolling leisurely.

Looking at the exquisite, but with a hint of evil smile, I found that I really couldn't get tired of looking at it in vain.

During the time he was away, he missed her, very much.

Lowering his eyes and staring at the girl, a light smile appeared on his face without a trace of flaw, and asked, "If you are afraid, I will always stay by your side, okay?" ”

Ye was stunned for a moment, looked at the pair of ruby-like bewitching eyes, and smiled coldly: "No." ”

Yan Qingjue seemed to have expected this answer a long time ago, and he said lightly: "Don't worry, this is a clone, but his uniform divine consciousness is still here, and if he doesn't return, that person doesn't know what happened in the nether realm." ”

With that, Yan Qingjue put a colored bead in the palm of Night Terror.

"Given to you."

His hands, dry and strong, simply did not allow her to refuse.

Night Terror terrorist, unable to pull his hand out, grinded his teeth menacingly.

Who knew that Yan Qingjue's eyes were even more gentle: "I said it, it will hurt if you bite it." ”

Night Terror: "......"

Depend on! What a shameless capital letter!

The resistance was ineffective, and he couldn't keep his mouth shut, so Night Terror could only let him hold it and asked, "Where have you been?" Why did it take so long to come back? ”

Yan Qingjue said softly: "Do you miss me?" ”

The chaotic and repetitive chapters have been re-uploaded.,You can re-watch it~.

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