"You're not Qinghe, who the hell are you!?"

Standing up and taking a few steps back vigilantly, Tang Hao looked at the flawless girl in front of him, and there was no more charm in his heart.

And at the moment when Tang Hao retreated, dusty memories began to flash in his mind.

Drink peach wine with the Tongtian Sect Master, and sleep for three years... Wake up and come back to reality... A small hill on the outskirts of Jinling City... Thunder!

By the way, aren't you in the middle of a catastrophe?

How did it end up here?

What happened to the previous Hou Tu Niang Niang and the current Qinghe?

Tang Hao, who thought of everything, looked around a little incredulously.

Wisps of black mist began to spread in the corners of the valley, and 'Qing He' stood in it, looking at Tang Hao with a vigilant face in front of him, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Her lips pursed again, and the hazy white sunlight in the sky shone on her naked body, making it impossible to open her eyes.

"Master, don't you know me?"

"I'm Xiaoqing, it's your mount!"

The sound of wanting to cry was heartbreaking, but at this time, Tang Hao looked at the aggrieved look on 'Qinghe', and his vigilance in his eyes was even more vigilant.

Tang Hao, who had completely come back to his senses, now only felt a palpitation.

Something is wrong, 12 points out of 12 is wrong!

Tang Hao is very self-aware, not to mention whether there are any clothes similar to Lolita on the flood wilderness, then Qinghe and Houtu will never show this appearance to themselves.

Even if he is the mysterious and transcendent God in their eyes, he will never let them take the initiative to give them his arms.

Qinghe, as one of the three major divine birds in the wilderness, is lively and playful on weekdays, but there is not a lot of arrogance in his bones.

At the beginning, those who wanted to catch her as a mount were either Taiyi or Da Luo, but she didn't even look at it.

And then Tu Niang Niang is not to mention, as the incarnation of the six reincarnations, the existence of a saint, how can she be like a dusty woman?

Could it be... Is this a fantasy?

Or... Demons?

While vigilantly observing the surroundings, Tang Hao used the Xuan Qi in his body to keep a certain distance from 'Qinghe'.

He has nothing to do, and he doesn't have any means of attack.

He didn't even know some cultivation knowledge, and in this situation, all Tang Hao could think of was things like illusions or inner demons.

"Master, are you really not staying?" 'Qinghe' spoke again, his tone changing from the initial pleading to a chilling rhetorical question.

Tang Hao, who was still checking if there were any clues around, heard this, smiled disdainfully and did not speak.

If Tang Hao used to like to look at beautiful women, then now, women will only affect the speed at which he draws his knife.

What beautiful young woman is pretty, it's not as exciting as cultivation.

Seeing that Tang Hao was unmoved, 'Qinghe''s eyes were even colder.

The next moment, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.

The earth under his feet turned into white bones, the white mist around him turned into dark scarlet, and even the pool water that was still fairy before suddenly turned into a pool of blood.

A strong bloody aura instantly filled the entire valley, and a group of twilight crows suddenly appeared over the valley and circled over the valley.

A pair of scarlet pupils stared directly at Tang Hao, who was stepping on countless white bones.

Even the sun overhead was stained with a layer of blood, and the whole space began to become inexplicably hot.

"I begged you so much, this guy, and you didn't even agree!"

The tone is no longer playful and cute, but has become eerie and dull.

On the white body, lines that emitted a strange aura began to diffuse, and gradually covered the entire body.

The whites of his eyes disappeared, as if the primordial evil from the deepest part of hell emerged from the pupils of 'Qing He', and a trace of demonic energy rose from the corners of his eyes.

Looking at Tang Hao, who had an incredible face, 'Qing He' tilted his head and showed a weird smile.

"In that case, then you can stay forever."

Truly!

The words fell, and the entire valley was instantly enveloped in a scarlet mist.

A series of extremely charming figures suddenly appeared in the pool of blood, and the sound of glamour began to spread.

"Stay! Stay! "Lord Shangcang, I'm your Houtu Niang, why did you leave, don't I look good?!" "The hosts! Master, I'm so lonely, do you want to play a game with me! "Lord God, I'm Xuan Ming, in fact, from the first time I saw you, I liked you!"

One illusory and enchanting voice after another sounded in Tang Hao's ears.

The women in front of him were all seen by Tang Hao in the desolate world.

Enchanting, pure, icy, passionate, all kinds of styles bloom in this group of women.

The only thing that remains unchanged is that the clothes on their bodies are pitiful.

Half-hidden, half-hidden, wanting to refuse and welcome.

The suffocating smell in the air seemed to have the effect of confusing the soul, even if Tang Hao covered his mouth and nose, it was useless.

His eyes were uncontrollably blurred again, and his footsteps began to move towards the women in the pool of blood.

"Hehe, come here!" "I'm waiting for you right here!" "You can do whatever you want to us~"

Seeing Tang Hao getting closer and closer to the blood pool, a trace of greed flashed in the eyes of the group of women in the blood pool, and their voices were full of impatience.

His body swayed, and Tang Hao had already walked to the edge of the blood pool.

The pool of blood was thick and gray, and there seemed to be something struggling to rise and fall in it, and the dark aura was pervasive, making people shudder.

One foot was raised, and in an instant, countless pairs of terrifying and strange bloody hands poured out of the pool.

The bloody hand twisted and hideous, as if he was waiting for Tang Hao to step in, and then immediately dragged him into the bottomless abyss!

In the void not far away, 'Qing He' looked at Tang Hao, his eyes full of greed.

And at the moment when Tang Hao was about to step into the blood pool, the totem on his chest suddenly appeared.

The golden light of merit reappeared, Tang Hao's eyes instantly regained a little clarity, and the soles of his feet that were hanging a few centimeters above the blood pool stopped falling.

A strong and pungent smell of blood came from under him, and Tang Hao, who had woken up a little, subconsciously looked at his feet.

A pool of viscous blood came into view.

Looking at the bloody hand struggling and twisting in the blood pool, Tang Hao's pupils shrank, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

Wow!

He quickly retracted his foot, which was hanging by the pool, and stepped back.

For fear that one would accidentally fall into it, Tang Hao took seven or eight steps back before stopping.

At this time, Tang Hao was already completely sure that he had fallen into some illusion.

Because only illusion will make you lose your mind several times!

"Ahh Damn, just a little, just a little! An angry roar echoed through the mist, causing the pool of blood to tremble a little.

Looking at Tang Hao, who had regained his senses, a trace of extreme unwillingness flashed in the eyes of 'Qing He'.

"Isn't it just the golden light of merit, I don't believe that you are a little tribulation monk, how many can you have?"

The cold gaze looked directly at Tang Hao, who had retreated ten steps away from the blood pool, and the next moment, an obscure voice came out of the mouth of 'Qing He'.

As if the devil's whisper, his voice turned into characters with a flickering strange aura, and began to head towards Tang Hao!

At the moment when those weird dark characters and the golden light on Tang Hao's body came into contact, it was like water meeting fire, and the sound began to resound in this space.

The characters melted away one by one, but the golden light was also dimming a little.

And with the dimming of the golden light, Tang Hao only felt that his mind began to be a little confused again.

forcibly bit the tip of his tongue, "What a terrifying bewitching power!" ”

Looking at the strange characters that kept emerging from the darkness, and listening to the voice that seemed to be a demon whispering in his ears, Tang Hao was shocked in his heart.

We can't go on like this, we have to find a way!

Tang Hao had a feeling that if he didn't find a way to get out of here quickly, he might really sink in that terrifying pool of blood forever!

The characters continued to float out, and the golden light of merit covering the body became dimmer and dimmer.

Suddenly, Tang Hao seemed to think of something, and his eyes lit up.

Without hesitation, he sat down cross-legged.

Fingers pinched the formula, took a deep breath, Tang Hao closed his eyes, and began to recite an obscure formula.

"All things are tangible, form is born from the heart, and the mind is invisible."

"The heart transforms all things, the heart turns from the form, and the form gives birth to no thought!"

As the mantra was recited, the surrounding sounds began to fade gradually, and the mind was no longer blurred, and began to become more transparent and clear.

"It's... Dao-level mental method?! ”

"How is it possible, he is a mere tribulation monk, how can he have a Dao-level mental method?!"

Looking at Tang Hao, who suddenly became thoughtless and formless, 'Qinghe' was shocked in the dark.

The unwilling roar spread throughout the valley in an instant, and the next moment, the surrounding space turned into countless fragments and disappeared abruptly!