The hearts of the three of them were also turbulent, their cultivation was profound, and the killing intent they felt was clearer than that of others.

Obviously, the person in front of him is not a primordial infant, why is there such a terrifying momentum? Just now, he could clearly feel that his cultivation could not withstand the other party's blow.

Rong Li's face on the side did not change from beginning to end, there was no fear, no panic, only an indescribable familiarity, the scene in front of him seemed to have been staged countless times in the long river of time that he didn't know, and it was even more bloody and brutal than what he was in front of.

Rong Li seemed to have a thick ink that could not be dissolved, the black mist was thick, and the eyelashes as fine as a fan swept across the eyelids, covering all emotions.

Jun Qing was so keen, he still caught the trace of demonic energy flashing in the other party's eyes, bent his lips, and then looked at the few remaining people with a thin and cool voice: "Everyone is gone, how can you stay?" ”

In an instant, the pupils of several monks shrank, and they almost wanted to flee with their spiritual power, but after only half a step, they all became the souls of the dead under the fan, and the blood spilled on the earth...

Jun swept the ink fan in his eyes: "It's a pity! ”

Disgusted, he threw it away and fell into the blood, black and red overlapping, splashing countless blood flowers.

Take out a corner of light veil, wipe a few drops of blood between your fingers, and when the filth is removed, the tulle will fall in the wind.

Jun turned around lightly, and a round of blood moon hung low on the other party's shoulders, ears and necks, and followed the curve until the sleeves, shoes and boots lit up with a layer of crimson.

Her whole face was in darkness, and she was eerie, and no one knew what her expression was at the moment.

Jun walked lightly, stepped on the blood flower, and returned from the moon, leaving a string of scarlet footprints.

On the ground, the evening breeze blows, the branches sway, the full moon is half-covered, the shadows of the trees are mottled, and the figures on the ground are uncertain, slender and long, until they fall on the tips of Rong Li's feet.

The eyelashes opened slightly, and the amber pupils calmly looked directly at the comer.

I saw Jun Qing's body inlaid in the blood moon, Daisy three thousand fluttering in the wind, up and down, behind him branches and shadows folded, and with the slender and slender figure, under the full moon, like a demon.

It's obviously an extremely weird scene, but something strange rises at the bottom of my heart, and my heart beats faster.

"Let's go back." Jun walked lightly past the young man, and his voice was a little ethereal.

Rong Li's heart was weird, the thick eyelashes drooped slightly, and he was silent.

After the two left, the disciples of the Xuanming Sect suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, their clothes were wet, and the sweat on their foreheads was still dense, but they were just spectators, but they were embarrassed like deserters.

"It's scary..."

A disciple slumped to the ground and looked at the corpse of Chengshan not far away, his frightened eyes stared like copper bells, reflecting a layer of blood-colored moonlight, which made people's scalps tingle.

The other disciples trembled even more and turned their heads, but the blood in their minds was still boundless, the killing was still in their ears, and their hearts palpitated...

Jun Qing soaked in the hot springs in the back mountain, steamed dry ink hair, put on clothes, and returned lazily.

Seeing this, the disciples all bowed their heads, their bodies trembled, and even a few people who were about to move on the position of the sect master died of their minds.

Their suzerain's strength is terrifying, and provoking him is simply self-defeating!

Jun Qing's face was expressionless, his pupils like a phoenix butterfly were still cold, and his steps were scattered, like a leisurely stroll.

Walking outside, he glanced at Rong Li, who was cultivating spiritual power, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

As if he had a feeling, Rong Li's eyelids opened slightly, revealing a pair of peach blossom eyes like jewels, and the amazement under his eyes was like a dragonfly dotting water, flying away, but leaving a circle of faint ripples, rippling the young man's heart.