Tu Liuying had already turned his eyes to look at Weng Ran, "Did you see a ghost?"

"No, I just fell into an illusion, and you inside tried to kill me. Weng Ran spoke, looking at the look of the portrait, and the other party was surprised for a moment.

"Then you're not hurt, are you?" Chenyue let go of Weng Ran and looked her up and down, wanting to take Weng Ran's pulse.

The photo over there had already released spiritual power, cutting through her palm, and the blood was dripping, she looked at Weng Ran and didn't say anything, and used her spiritual power to heal the wound.

Chenyue immediately understood her intentions, so she didn't say a word.

All of a sudden, only the female disciple who was with the disciple was left, she looked at the current situation, and in order to prove her innocence, she did the same.

"You're the only one left. Tu Liuying stared at Weng Ran and said.

Weng Ran would not feel unhappy about her caution, and in this way, the four of them proved that they were not illusions.

"Wait until you go back and tell Senior Brother Ji about this. ”

While a few people were bothered about this matter, in a castle hidden in a thick black fog, the two of them stood under a high seat, and behind them were rows of burning red candles, but they could not illuminate their faces.

The dark cloak and oversized hat obscured the beast mask a little.

"My illusion was broken, and I ruined a hair, why don't you make amends!"

"Lao Tzu told you to find a field, you just took a hair to ignore you Lao Tzu, you deserve it, why aren't you bald!"

"A war!" the other party replied very simply.

"I'm afraid of you!"

There was tension between the two, and they were about to start moving, the purple light flashed, and there was already one more person sitting on the high seat, the snow-white clothes hung down to the ground, and the person leaned on the high back of the chair, and his elbows were propped up on the chair handle made of white bones, revealing his pale arms and thin red ropes, supporting his head.

The two men below glared at each other, then turned and saluted.

"Idle?"

Faced with this problem, the two tacitly chose to remain silent.

"Dumb?"

Faced with this question, the two tacitly spoke.

"Boy, don't go too far, you're just sitting in that position temporarily!

"The people of the demon clan can be killed, but not humiliated!" the masked man spoke short and hard.

"Wait for the demon lord to get out, think about your own identity, but don't block the road to your home, and you won't be buried when you die!"

The person sitting on the high seat, as soon as his hand was raised, a simple token exuding bursts of demonic energy appeared in his hand, and the two people below saw this, and they reluctantly closed their voices, and snorted coldly.

"Get on your knees. ”

The two words fluttering fluttered in exchange for two pairs of wide-eyed eyes.

"Are you going to rebel against the Demon Lord's orders?" the slender hand shook slightly, and the token shook with it.

The black leather boots took a step forward and said angrily, "You are stupid in your dreams!

"Seeing the token is like seeing the Demon Lord!"

As the words fell, all the demonic qi on the token gathered together, and suddenly attacked the man, and the man seemed to be immobilized, motionless, and let the demonic qi hit his chest fiercely, hitting him with a burst of qi and blood, and the anger around his body was even worse.

But just when the anger was almost about to take shape, the * character on the black leather boots suddenly emitted the light of the Pure Saint Buddha, and then all the * characters on the silver chain wrapped around the man's body lit up, constantly dissipating those anger.

The masked man next to him took two steps to the side and distanced himself. Institutions

"The shame of the bound demons is also embarrassed to shout. ”

The man in the high position spoke contemptuously, and the demon shrouded by the Buddha's light had a painful look on his face, but his eyes revealed crazy blood, and the person gradually crawled to the ground, and the demonic energy on the token came out again, colliding with the Buddha's light.

Buddha light defeated.

The people on the ground gasped for breath and showed no gratitude.

"I don't want to kneel, it's to prostrate on me, but I'm attentive. ”

Faced with the other party's deliberate provocation, the man wanted to refute, but he was so weak that he couldn't even breathe.

"You?"

The other person who was asked stood proudly, "The demons are not threatened!"

"Heh~" The person in the high position raised his head back again, and his chin raised a slightly mean arc, "How about carving your words on the boundary monument of the demon clan." ”

I don't know how this sentence angered the people below, there was not a single wind blowing in the closed castle, but at this moment, the cloak on the man's body was hunting.

"Get down on your knees and don't forget who you are now. ”

The Demon Lord's token dangled around, as if it was a silent reminder of something.

After a long stalemate, the man's cloak fell silent, like the man's bent knee.

"Tsk!" the man who was prostrate on the ground and could not get up made a sound in annoyance.

"This is a good soldier of the demon race, when the demon lord is out of the customs, I will definitely say a lot of good words for the two of them, the human race moves frequently, you still have to delay it again." ”

The man with the mask of the alien beast stood up without a word, the black light flickered, and the person was gone.

The people on the ground also stood up from the ground, but at this moment, they didn't have the strength to cast their abilities and turned away, so they could only drag their heavy bodies and walk towards the door.

The heavy stone door was slowly shut, and only the people sitting on it were left.

The token in his hand dangled, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was cold, "It's a pity that the demon lord can't seem to get out." ”

In an instant, all the candles in the hall were extinguished, and it was pitch black, only the purple light flickered from time to time, indicating that the person had not left.

——————

Here, Weng Ran explained to Ji Wushang what he had just encountered, and the result was that everyone bled collectively to prove that he was a genuine person.

But this didn't completely reassure Weng Ran, so everyone was a little more vigilant.

After this incident, Kong Gu and Ji Wushang decided to continue their journey and not rest here, which made Chenyue a little happy, she really would rather go in a hurry than sleep here, and as a cultivator, she didn't have to sleep every day, this Senior Brother Ji was too careful and took too much care of their injuries.

At daybreak, they finally met the group of men in front of them, who were about to enter the city at one end of the gate, and the other side of the gate was about to leave the city.

And then who in the crowd shouted.

The line in front stopped.

"Yo~Isn't this Xiao Ji~"

This title really makes everyone want to laugh and dare not laugh, and they can't help it if they don't laugh, Ji Wushang can't stop fanning the folding fan, for this Lord He Feng, he really gritted his teeth, and expressed it euphemistically no less than a hundred times, don't call yourself that, but the result has never changed.

He Sifang's gaze swept over the disciples of the Martial Pavilion, and they were all injured, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

Then he looked at Ji Wusheng, "Xiao Ji, you did a good job." ”

patted Ji Wusheng's shoulder encouragingly, Ji Wusheng's smile had never been so reluctant, "I'm tired of Uncle He." ”