Affected by a little evil spirit, Juncha's behavior brought a little madness.

Now the only thought is to suppress the evil spirit, and as a result, the totem, who has been restless, hits the muzzle of the gun and becomes a target.

Not to mention, a few strokes to the totem affected the evil qi in the body.

With a little sober Jun Cha, looking at the black gas around him, he didn't know what to do for a while.

Although the green lotus in her body can suppress the evil qi, she is very small about the evil qi this time, and she can't suppress it at all.

However, the evil aura that surged up again made Jun Cha lose himself for a moment, and the hand holding the demon pestle was tightly clasped.

The face looked at Jun Cha expressionlessly, the voice came with the fragrance of flowers, there was a deep sense of temptation, the flowers on the edge of the small pool cooperated, and the figure was rustling, rustling, rustling.

"Yes, come here, good boy, come here, the gates of hell are waving at you, come here. ”

Jun Cha was affected by the evil qi and the temptation of the voice, and he couldn't tell where he was, and his eyes were confused, and he felt like it was all blood.

Jun Cha dragged his body slowly towards the flowers, his eyes were dull, and his blood was colored.

Suddenly, the demon slaying pestle held in Jun Cha's hand vibrated and emitted a faint golden light.

The demon pestle broke away from Jun Cha's hand, turned into a ray of light, and stabbed at Jun Cha's ankle, the totem of the ankle was stabbed, and the veins of the original leaf broke free from the skin, and it was wrapped around the tail end of the demon pestle, no longer allowing the demon pestle to get close to half a minute.

The totem was affected a little, and Juncha also woke up from the loss in an instant, but his eyes were still bloody.

This damn bloodline!

For the first time, Juncha felt that this bloodline would do more harm than good.

Before, he enjoyed the advantages of this bloodline most of the time, and the disadvantages were suppressed by Qinglian most of the time.

I got by and got by, so that this happened today.

Jun Cha grabbed the demon pestle that was firmly trapped, and pulled the demon pestle outward, and the veins of the totem were stretched long with Jun Cha's behavior.

Jun Cha only felt a pain of peeling the skin, and was pulled out of his skin.

The unbearable veins finally broke and returned to Juncha's skin again.

It's just that the original intact vein, part of which is lost, forms a kind of incomplete beauty.

The free demon pestle does not need the command of Jun Cha, as if it is conscious, and it comes straight towards the totem of Jun Cha.

This time, there was no vein to stop it, and the demon pestle successfully broke through the thin skin and stabbed it, and there was not much flesh at the ankle originally, and the demon pestle stopped moving forward after touching the bone.

The directly damaged totem began to crack apart, turning into pieces on the skin, and the evil qi no longer increased with the entry of the red spirit.

The totem symbolizing the bloodline was so damaged that Jun Cha couldn't stand it at the moment and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

The original foundation building period also began to be unstable, and there was a faint downward trend.

"Damn, I didn't expect someone to give you this. ”

Jun Cha gasped for breath, his red eyes staring at the expressionless face. Directly put both hands on the demon pestle pierced at the foot, pulled it out, and shot it into the face.

The face of the person pierced by the demon pestle suddenly turned into a pool of blood-red liquid and smashed to the ground.

Now Juncha has learned that when it is broken, it will be broken, and it will be endless.

This damn bloodline, don't do it!

"You think that if you destroy the totem, you won't be from the Spirit Pattern Clan, it's just that the role of the Red Spirit in your body is not so obvious, unless you can change all the blood in your body!"

The originally seductive voice carried a hint of anger.

"Haha, haha......"

Jun Cha covered his eyes and smiled a little sickly.

"If I could, I would be willing to change this blood, but now you are afraid that you will not have a chance to let me stay here. ”

Jun Cha resolutely turned over and fell into the empty pool.

Entered the so-called gates of hell.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'm at the gates of hell, and I wonder if you can get out. ”

In the originally silent air, a milky white nail appeared, and it walked towards Xiaotan with a "sigh", chasing Juncha's figure.

It was dark inside the Gates of Hell, and the whirring wind was roaring, and the only light was the nails chasing after Juncha.

The milky white nail caught up with the falling Juncha in two clicks, and it was nailed into Juncha's dantian at once.

The cultivation that was already unstable fell off all of a sudden.

The aura continued to overflow from the dantian, and Jun Cha tried his best to keep the aura in the dantian, but the aura fled from him like sand.

When the last trace of aura left, Juncha couldn't hold on any longer and fainted in the darkness.

The body continued to fall at a meteorous rate.

Suddenly, Juncha's figure was swallowed up by the darkness and disappeared into the gates of hell.

And in a corner of the Xuanlan Continent, Yu Ci, who was brought back by the Oneiroi machine, hurriedly came down from the astrological platform.

"Master, Master, variables, variables have fallen!"

The Oneiroi machine, who was meditating and calculating, pushed away Yu Ci in front of him, jumped to the astrological platform, and saw a shining star falling from the night sky, leaving a beautiful arc.

Oneiroi pinched his fingers, his brows furrowed more and more, and the threads representing the Mandate of Heaven, the Guardian, and the variables were all knotted together.

It's just that the line of variables is broken.

Isn't there a change this time?

In the night sky, in the corners they hadn't noticed, the fallen stars still glowed faintly.

And Gu Li Daojun in the sky above the Yan Sea couldn't help but panic, looking at the black gas below like the ebbing tide, Gu Li Daojun had an ominous premonition.

And the originally raging fire flowers are no longer raging, becoming gentle and gentle, floating underneath.

Taking out the soul lamp that he had just checked, Gu Li Daojun found that the flame that was originally flickering had long been extinguished, and only the black wick stood alone in the center.

How could it be, it was fine just now.

"Senior uncle, junior sister, she ......"

Gao Anjun's connection with dream interpretation was also broken not long ago.

Yanyan Daojun patted Gu Li Daojun, "All disciples go back quickly!"

Gu Li Daojun did not give up, and cast a spell on the soul lamp, and a milky white soul thread extended from the wick.

Circled around nonsensically, and then returned to the wick again.

Is it true that there are no souls left of the dead?

"Gu Li, let's go back first, maybe look for the Dream God Machine, and see if he can calculate Jun Cha's experience under the sea of the hot sea. ”

Yan Yan Daojun sighed.