"Your Majesty, there are three days left before the blood poria ......"

The Northern Darkness motioned for Frostless to go outside the door to talk.

After Luo Li woke up, except for a faint headache, her clothes had been changed and her wounds were bandaged. Although the voice outside the door was very low, Luo Li could still faintly hear it.

"Luo'er's body now is not to say that the Red Flame is endless, but whether she can go up to the Red Flame Mountain is still a matter of words, how can you let Benjun leave her alone at this time."

"But if you miss this time, I'm afraid you will have to wait another five hundred years......"

"Enough!" Bei Ying Ye was thinking about going back to the room to see Luo Li, when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Luo Li had a smile on her pale little face.

"Master, let's hurry now, the apprentice can do it!" Luo Li said that it was okay, but before he could take a few steps, his body fell weak and fell backwards.

Fortunately, the Northern Styx made a timely move.

"Luo'er will never have to be strong in front of the teacher!" The Northern Dark Night allowed Luo Li to struggle a few times but still carried the person back to the room.

Luo Li got up unwillingly, but was covered with a quilt and pressed on the couch by the Northern Night.

"Luo'er is obedient and recuperates with peace of mind!" The North Styx was thinking about getting up, but the belt was pulled by Luo Li, and the North Styx was caught off guard, so he planted it on the couch.

The four eyes met, and the sound of breathing and heartbeat was a little rapid in an instant.

"However, Luo'er doesn't want to, doesn't want to be a burden to the master." Luo Li's eyes were a little hot, and she was about to cry.

Bei Ying Ye worked hard to prop his hands on the couch, only looking at the wronged person, and his whole heart was about to melt.

Bei Ming Ye casually stroked Luo Li's reddened eyes.

"Luo'er has never been a burden for the teacher, Luo'er is, yes......" Bei Mingye suddenly felt a little dry and his throat tightened, so he got up abruptly and poured a few sips of tea.

"The master just wanted to say, what is Luo'er the master?"

Bei Ying Ye walked towards the door without looking back, and suddenly replied when he walked to the door.

"Rest well, you can go tomorrow morning!"

Until it was determined that Luo Li had slept deeply, the Northern Styx casually set up a prohibition outside the door.

"Your Majesty, this is ......" Wushuang hadn't come back to his senses, and the Northern Dark Night had already flown up.

"Your superiors and other subordinates!"

Desperate Ghost Sect

"You bunch of shit!" Thousands of people were sent out, and less than a hundred people came back, and they didn't even hurt a single hair in the Northern Night.

"Sect Master, spare your life! It's just that the sick seedling is too strange and insidious! "It's okay that he doesn't explain, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he angered the ghost darkness even more, and before he could react, he was slapped out by the ghost darkness.

"The sect master is not good, the demon lord is he, he ......" A disciple hurriedly came to report.

"What's wrong with him?" Ghost Dark took a few steps forward and grabbed the collar of the disciple who passed it on.

Before the disciple straightened his tongue, a sharp palm slashed and went straight to the ghost dark.

Oni Dark deftly turned around and dodged, only blocking the Tongchuan disciple in front of him.

This Xuan Ice Palm was really not to be underestimated, and seeing that the Tongchuan disciple instantly turned into an ice sculpture, he fell to the ground and died with a clattering sound in a few breaths.

"The Demon Lord hasn't seen you for a long time, and this sect is far away!" Stretching out his hand not to hit the smiling person, looking at the gloomy face of the Northern Night, this trip must not be so simple.

It was a matter of time before he took the life of the Northern Night, but not now.

"You all go down first!" The ghost secretly signaled to Lottian with a look, and as soon as the Northern Styx came in, his eyes never moved away from Lottian.

"He stays!" The Northern Styx slammed into the air and stopped in front of the sky.

"Oh? I wonder if the Demon Lord has any misunderstanding about the left envoy of this sect? There was still a smile on the ghost's face, but there was a little more charm in this smile.

Dog beating depends on the owner, and the people who dispose of the sect at will on the territory of the sect have asked whether the sect agrees.

"Someone, Zuo is sick, don't hurry up and help him down!" Oni Dark's face changed visibly.

"Ahh Sect Master save me! "Before the disciples stepped forward, Lu Tian was already entangled in his life.

The ghost secretly shot the case.

"It seems that the Demon Lord is determined to embarrass this sect today!" The sword of the slashing god came out of its sheath and pointed straight at the door of the northern night.

"Beware!" If the divine sword comes out, it will take people's lives within a hundred meters, not to mention that the distance between the Northern Dark Night and the ghost darkness is only a few tens of meters away. It's too late for Frostless to stop it.

I saw that the Northern Styx turned around at random, raised his left hand slightly, and the sword of the slashing god became as if it had been spelled, and was bound between the index and middle fingers of the Northern Styx.

"It's such scrap copper and rotten iron, and the sect master of the dignified ghost sect is embarrassed to take it out and show off!" The Northern Stygian Night made a force in his palm, and after hearing a crisp moment, the sword of the slashing god was split in two.

"The Demon Lord is really arrogant, it seems that this sect really underestimates you!" Ghost Dark took advantage of the fact that the Northern Styx had no time to accumulate strength, and took a few steps to step in front of the Northern Stygian Night. I want to choke the key point of the Northern Night.

"If it is anywhere outside, the Demon Lord is going to cut down and kill Na Yantian, it has nothing to do with this sect, but now the Demon Lord is bullying the head of this sect like this, it is really a little inappropriate." The ghost darkness had just circled behind the North Night, and his arm had not been close to the North Night for half a minute, and his wrist was entangled in his life.

"What if you have to kill him today!" The Northern Styx made a force with one hand, and the wrist was slashed, instantly embedded in the dark flesh and skin.

"Shhh The ghost weighed up and down, if it weren't for the blood cocos that the Northern Stygian Night intended, I am afraid that what he wants today is not only the life of the sky, but also the life that is stifled, and it is not just his wrist that is so simple.

"If the Demon Monarch offends the Demon Lord, the Demon Monarch will dispose of it at will, but after all, the Zuo Envoy has served the sect for many years, and he has no merit and hard work, so please show mercy to the Demon Monarch's subordinates and reward him with dignity." Everyone is dead, and there is no thought about whether to leave a full ghoul dark, but it is not good to let the Northern Dark Night be too arrogant and proud in his ghost sect.

"I'm afraid it's not good, those few wind wolves raised in the backyard of this gentleman also have to live, thinking about it like this, it's really cheap, but it's just a ghost sect left envoy!" The Northern Styx turned around and shot several life-seeking shots at the same time, and one of his palms tightened.

Poor Rantian didn't even have time to make the sound of painful struggle, so he was neatly unloaded in eight pieces.

Oni Dark couldn't help but glow with disgust, and pointed at the Northern Dark Night through gritted teeth.

"You, you!"

Bei Ming Ye just walked to the door, stopped and turned around, dressed in red swaggering, two strands of silver hair fluttered between his cheeks, slightly hooked lips, but the smile was a little crazy no matter how you look at it.

"What's wrong with Ben-kun?"

Ghost Dark only felt a chill all over his body, and was subconsciously forced back a few steps by the murderous aura of the Northern Night.

"Demon Lord, please take care of yourself!" The ghost secretly longed for the living Hades to leave quickly.

How could you have thought that the Northern Styx Night was moving forward step by step, and he was still playing with the golden silk in his hand.

"Ben Jun has never liked to explain, and today he will set a precedent for your ghost sect." The Northern Styx casually pointed to the blood-oozing cloth bag packed without frost.

"There is only one beloved disciple in this gentleman, if anyone dares to hurt her in the slightest, the left envoy will be the end!"