At the moment when Liu Juan left the crowd, a nimble black figure also shot into the darkness at an extremely fast speed, which also attracted a sneer. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info However, this time, the sound of sneering came out in the night sky but was shocked back, and the black veil couldn't help but exclaim: "Huh!"

It was only a soft sound, but in an instant, all the red-clothed warriors suddenly turned to look in the direction of the exclamation. At the same time, both hands immediately touched the weapon at his waist, and his cold gaze shot at the person through the black veil one by one, and then cast into the dark blue night.

In particular, the tiger striped cat in Shifeng's arms actually jumped onto a big tree, and kept scratching the bark with its claws, making the dust flutter, and let out a low roar in its mouth. The gaze is like two ice picks, piercing straight into the sky. Hearing the tiger-striped cat's low roar, everyone woke up, rubbed their eyes vigorously, and looked at the red-clothed warrior and the manic cat in horror.

However, the red-clad warrior didn't seem to pay any attention to the crowd's reaction, and his eyes kept searching for the canopy of the tree, which was as high as the sky.

Just when everyone's attention was focused on the sky, a strange change occurred under their feet, a faint layer of mist was approaching from all directions at an imperceptible speed, first a thin layer, so thin that it was almost invisible to the naked eye. This layer of mist finally covered every inch of the ground in the crowd, followed by the second layer, then the third layer······ One layer is thicker than the other, and the other is faster than the other. Finally, when the fog was chest-high, the crowd noticed the change under their feet, and then the vision in the distance blurred.

The already dark sky seemed even more elusive, and Liu Hedong felt a faint sense of foreboding in his heart, because at the moment when his vision was blurred, he glanced at Juan'er and the direction in the distance, and found that the two of them were gone, and looked back at Feng Yue'er and didn't dare to say anything.

The fog in the crowd was thicker, and they could only see a few feet from each other, but the sky seemed to be brighter. So everyone looked to the heights, hoping to find the source of the fog. However, the clarity in the sky lasted for a while, and the sky did not know when and from where the clouds were rolling. The dark clouds rolled down, the lower and lower the pressure, the color became darker and darker, and finally it was black, the night sky was already black, and at this time it was as black as ink, and I couldn't see my fingers.

The crowd couldn't help but get anxious, for fear that something would happen to their relatives, calling their father for a while, calling their mother for a while, and shouting for a while. Liu Hedong was also afraid of being with Feng Yue'er, Cheng Hua's family was separated, hugged each other, and comforted each other.

The sky was as black as ink, and suddenly a few flashes of light tore the darkness above his head into a crack, and from that crack emerged a bubbling green cloud, instantly condensing into a terrifying face. The miserable green face and black eyes were spitting out billowing black smoke in their eyes. The blood-red mouth dripping blood rushed towards the crowd, frightening the crowd to cry and cry for their mother, and the sound was miserable. In the midst of the noise, the angry shouts of the red-clothed warriors were heard from time to time. Just when the crowd was in shock, heart-rending thunder continued to sound between heaven and earth. With the sound of thunder, the torrential rain came in an instant, and the underground crowd was even more miserable.

In the midst of the jumble of voices, a childish voice cried sadly: "Woo····· Woo······ Kitten!Kitten!······ Where have you been, come back, come back quickly······"

The voice of grief was so faint in the roaring thunder, but no matter how faint it was, the white-faced tiger king could hear it, and he was infinitely grateful. At this time of death threat, there are still people thinking about themselves, what a happy thing it is, and for a while, the white-faced tiger king was immersed in happiness, and he forgot about the danger in front of him.

Until another childish voice came, the white-faced tiger king suddenly woke up, and his two eyes instinctively shot at the miserable green face, but looking at that face, there was a little fear in his heart. He knew very well that with his own cultivation, how could he be the opponent of the Thunderbolt Demon. What kind of character is the Thunderbolt Demon Demon, the five Demon Venerable Messengers of the Evil Spirit Cave, each of them is extremely cruel and domineering, has a thirst for killing, and will die every time the spirit is destroyed, and the Thunderbolt Demon is the head of the five Demon Venerables. Today, these people, together with themselves, seem to have run their limits.

The mouth of the blood basin was already close to the crown of the tree, the crowd was even more panicked, and the figure of the white-faced tiger king had involuntarily swelled, and in just a moment, the body of several zhang long was lifted from the trunk of the tree to the void, and he raised his head and roared at the mouth of the blood basin.

The Thunderbolt Demon just glanced at it, and the blood basin mouth did not stop at all, swallowing the crowd at lightning speed.

The white-faced Tiger King let out a strange cry and protected the benefactor at an even lightning-fast speed. At the moment when the white-faced tiger king was about to die with his benefactor in despair, he keenly felt that the white mist rising from the ground was full of mystery, and immediately, his desperate eyes flashed with a trace of excitement. Protecting the benefactor behind him, the white-faced tiger king was no longer roaring, and watched the bloody mouth swallow in a daze.

Finally, at the same time as another sky-splitting thunderbolt exploded, the blood basin was wide, and the miserable white fangs bit down violently. Everyone closed their eyes and waited for the Grim Reaper to come.

Time passed minute by minute, but the people who thought they should die did not feel the slightest pain, and opened their eyes in confusion, and suddenly saw two figures standing high in the void, a white-clothed Taoist man, with a serene face, surrounded by silver and shining, and his arms bent to whisk the dust, gently fluttering in the wind. A jet-black figure, with a ghostly face and a tumbling layer of clouds outside his body.

What's going on, the people who escaped death whispered in a whisper, and some bowed their heads and thanked the heavens for their protection. With the appearance of the two figures, thunder and lightning, and the torrential rain stopped, although the sky was still dark, it was much better.

The two figures in the sky were still so opposed, looking at them, the crowd below gradually quieted down, and finally silently, Qi Shushu looked up at the two, as if admiring the arrival of two gods.

Quiet, surprisingly quiet, boring, surprisingly stuffy.

Anyone can see that the two figures above could fight at any time. If you fight to the death, you will die at any time.

Looking at each other, the white-clothed figure looked serene, then aggressive, then aggressive, and then a little cruel, a little bloodthirsty. On the inky body and miserable green face, the black hole eyes flashed with eating and mocking. The eyes are intertwined, and the body shape changes with the passage of time.

The white-faced tiger king watched all this excitedly, and finally when the silver flower began to circulate continuously and the ink mass continued to bulge, the white-faced tiger king let out a huge roar, suddenly swelled his body, opened his huge mouth and took Cheng Shifeng like a lightning bolt and rushed towards the vast clouds.

There was an uproar in the crowd, looking at all this in surprise, you look at me and I look at you, especially Liu Hedong and Cheng Hua, looking at the huge white tiger in the sky, holding their beloved daughter in their mouths, shouting heartbreakingly, beating their feet and stomping their feet.

The Thunderbolt Demon glanced at it disdainfully, just waved his arm lightly emitting black smoke, and the white-faced Tiger King in the clouds was like a kite with a broken string, falling vertically towards the deep valley, with a muffled snort in his throat, but he still held the six or seven-year-old girl in his mouth, refusing to give up!

Just as the Thunderbolt Demon waved, the white figure shot out a green light and pointed directly at the crowd under his feet, and then the white mist in the crowd quickly churned, enveloping everyone, and then, the white mist shot away in a strange southward direction.