Chapter 217: Blue Robe Bloody

"Then what's the matter!", the woman's voice broke everyone's hearts: "If that laughing sky really has this ability, he is also qualified to be the man of my concubine, and he is not also qualified to be the object of your Pound's follow." ”。 In this world, Hongyan is destined to be accompanied by the strong, as if it has become a law recognized by the world.

Pound shrugged helplessly, "It depends on whether he has this qualification, if he doesn't have this qualification, I will not only make him submit to me, but also make you Pound's woman." In Pound's words, he did not hide his possessiveness for the woman, and his sharp eyes gradually became a little fanatical.

"I have a very high eye, at least among the people who pursue me, and there are very few who can make me look at them. The woman curled the corners of her pretty mouth, stepped forward, and stood in a higher position.

"When I stood at the top of the Red Void Palace, I believed that I, Pound, had this qualification. Pound smiled faintly, with inexplicable confidence in his laughter, and also took a step forward and stood side by side with the woman. The rest of the disciples of the Red Void Palace did not dare to take half a step forward, and their strength determined their status in the Red Void Palace, just when the eyes of Pang De and the woman looked into the distance.

Under the bloody sunset, at the end of the ancient road, a figure in a blue robe was drowned in the blood-red afterglow of the sunset, but it was so conspicuous, like a black dot on a piece of white paper, which looked so unusual. The slender and straight figure seemed to tear apart the twilight of the setting sun.

"Who is he?", the woman's teeth opened slightly, her willow-like eyebrows frowned slightly, and her tone was slightly puzzled. Pound's face was also a little stunned. This blue-robed figure walked towards them like this. His pace was not fast, and he looked like he was strolling around.

This figure made Pound seem a little familiar, Pound must have seen it before, but he didn't care about it. The disciples of the Red Void Palace behind the two also noticed this figure, and stepped forward one after another, and doubts no less than those of women appeared on their faces.

The autumn breeze blew up dead leaves all over the ground. Mu Hao walked among the dead leaves in the sky, bowing his head slightly as if he was pondering something, and walked quietly. It wasn't until half a sound later that Mu Hao seemed to notice something, raised his eyes to look at the pavilion and attic above, and saw the shadow standing in the wind, and the stunned and puzzled faces, but there was no trace of waves in his heart.

The blue robe hunted, and the long sword behind his back trembled slightly. Mu Hao is like a passerby, a passerby, passing by the world of these people lightly, and then gradually disappearing until he disappears from everyone's sight.

"Who is he? Is he a disciple who participated in the battle for the Immortal Tomb this time?", "Huh!", countless eyes looked at the end of the road, where the sunset was brilliant, but there was no more figure. The pavilion and attic fell into a terrible dead silence, which suddenly made everyone feel extremely depressed.

Whether it is the slim clothes or the handsome and upright Pound, each is like a stone statue in the wind, standing still. The night wind blew silently, blowing away the sunset on the horizon. A somewhat weak voice burst out, breaking the dead silence of the pavilion attic: "Could it be that only the previous person survived, Senior Brother Xiao and the others all died in the battle for the immortal tomb?"

The wind was colder, and many people shrunk slightly, in their eyes, it was not that the wind was cold, but that this sentence was too cold.

"I seem to know who that person is!", a thin teenager hissed. "Who?", everyone was more interested in this sentence than the previous somewhat ridiculous sentence.

"Mu Hao!", the emaciated teenager said with some uncertainty. "Mu Hao!", the name was pouted on the corner of everyone's mouth, and a look of disbelief appeared on most people's faces, the person before was Mu Hao?

"Who is Mu Hao?", Pang Dejian's brows furrowed slightly, as if he had heard this insignificant name. The woman is also frowning slightly, and she is also a little familiar with this name.

Looking at Pound and the woman's doubts, the emaciated boy knew that it was difficult for a genius like them, such a high genius, to remember the name of a humble ant. Immediately, as if he had found an opportunity to perform, he said boastfully: "Senior Sister Dress, Senior Brother Pang De, this Mu Hao once had a reputation, and he was the first in this 'Law Cultivation Conference', and he even rejected the palace master's good intention to accept him as the first apprentice!"

"Refused to accept the palace master as the first apprentice?", the woman's beautiful eyes blinked, the corners of her mouth curled, as if she had thought about it seriously, and then shook her head helplessly, she really couldn't remember who Mu Hao was. "Mu Hao!", the corners of Pang De's mouth pursed, this name that gradually became a little different, raised his eyes to look at everyone, and said something that made everyone's faces smile: "The third layer of Jindan participated in the battle for the immortal tomb, but survived, who can do it?"

Hearing this, some people were stunned, some people were surprised, this matter was like a mountain pressing on their hearts, how did he do it?

Immediately, some girls laughed out loud: "This guy should not have hid after entering the peak of the Immortal Tomb, avoiding everyone, and sneaking out after everyone left the Immortal Tomb." Tsk, I heard that such a thing has appeared in the Lingxiao Sect, it was a disciple who wanted to show that he was not a coward, but he didn't expect it to happen in our Chixu Palace, it's really embarrassing to think about it. People who are so afraid of death, so why should they participate in the battle for the immortal tomb?"

Perhaps only such a statement can explain why Mu Hao was able to survive unharmed, but Pang De and the others frowned even deeper, and the blue robe they wore before was extremely dazzling, leaving a deep impression on them.

"That faint smell of blood is so heavy, how much blood is needed?", the woman who was called the concubine stretched her frowning willow eyebrows, stretched out her face, smiled, as if she had seen something funny, and looked in the direction of Mu Hao's departure. "You've rarely laughed like this!", under the night sky, the smile of the dress, as bright as a little star, made Pound's eyes light up.

"I just suddenly found that it is a good feeling to be pursued by a group of excellent people!", said casually, the girl is always a little vain, even she is no exception. "What?", Pang De glanced at the concubine casually, and then said with a smile: "What, you have a crush on someone?"

"Senior Brother Pound, is this a cold joke? Do you know that if this sentence spreads and lets those who love me know, won't it bring him endless disasters", the corners of his mouth raised a beautiful arc, standing in the wind, and the soft green silk fluttered with it: "At most, I am just a little interested, and I can survive the battle for the Immortal Tomb with the strength of the third layer of Jindan, isn't Senior Brother Pound curious?"

"It's a pity, your curiosity is doomed to disaster for him!", Pound shook his head, turned and continued to look into the distance, "I'm more curious if the laughing sky can appear in the end." ”。 Under the dim night sky, Pang De and Ji Sheng stood quietly, like stars about to appear in the sky, high above, and the name Mu Hao, perhaps in a few days, will fade out of their sight again.

Man always looks at the brightest stars in the night sky, and never cares about the obscure stones on the ground. The night breeze, slightly cool, Mu Hao walked quietly, Mu Hao's figure was still so dazzling in the dark night, and the blue robe was still the same. It's just that the faint smell of blood on it, as if it is engraved on it, can't get rid of it.

The corridor of Xie Shui was flooded with lights, and the moon hung high in the lake. The palace houses lined up were also shining brightly. Mu Hao walked between the platforms of Xie Shui Tower, and the upside-down willows were barren, looking a little desolate.

Just as the night was about to swallow up the remaining afterglow of dusk, the high and loud sound of the bell rang out in the sky, and then turned into bursts of sound waves, which continued into a continuous piece. The dead leaves left on the dead branches fell in a row. The sharp sound of breaking wind gradually rose, Mu Hao raised his eyes, and the figures flickered in the forest of cultivation halls, and in the middle of the sound, there were figures sweeping out of the sky.

The noise immediately sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, dispelling the chill of the autumn night. These figures are all filled with an aura of different strengths and weaknesses, among which the strongest has the ninth layer of Yuanying, and the lowest has the second layer of Jindan.

The wind swept the leaves, and the sturdy figures flashed away. Classes exist no matter where they are, Mu Hao stopped and looked, these disciples of the Red Void Palace can be said to be distinct.

Mu Hao noticed that the disciples of the Red Void Palace who were walking at the forefront were all filled with a strong aura, and their eyes were fierce. They are the leaders of the Red Void Palace, that is, the most high-profile existence in the Red Void Palace, just like those bright stars in the night sky, these people are called superior people in the Red Void Palace.

There are two kinds of people who are different from the upper class, one is the middle class, although their cultivation is not as good as the former, but they have prominent status, some from the royal family of various empires, nobles of high officials, and children of families.

Although these people were wearing the robes of the Red Void Palace, if you looked closely, these palace robes were all treasure robes made of expensive materials. Peiyu was pinned to his waist, and all the instruments were extraordinary, most of them gathered together, sometimes discussing the situation in the central realm, sometimes discussing some imperial battles, and they were in high spirits.

The second is inferior people, most of these people are from poor families, these people have no prominent background, and their strength is not outstanding, and they are the most inconspicuous existence in the Red Void Palace. In other words, it is also the existence of the lowest status, compared to the superior and middle people, these people are a little lifeless, each silent, with their heads bowed, walking last.

Mu Hao looked at this scene expressionlessly, his gaze slowly swept over the figure that swept away, and finally landed on the disciple of the Red Void Palace in the back, "A few months ago, I belonged to the third type of person. ”。

There is no so-called fairness in this world, and even if there is fairness, it is just differential treatment. The superior people enjoy most of the resources of the palace gate and live in the best palace houses, while the middle people can enjoy the resources of the palace gate although they do not enjoy too many palace gate resources, but they can enjoy the resources of the forces behind them, while the inferior people can only rely on themselves.

The three kinds of people walked in different directions distinctly, and Mu Hao raised his eyes slightly to look at the towering Sword Hall building in the distance, where the superior people lived, enjoying the best Lingcai Immortal Wine and food every day.

Mu Hao retracted his gaze and walked along the Xie Shui corridor towards his Shaohao Peak. The choking smell of blood filled the air, and Mu Hao ushered in countless surprised glances along the way. Mu Hao's eyes did not wave, and he walked quietly, turning his back on the towering Sword Hall building. Following the path of the secluded path, Mu Hao seemed to walk through the bustling streets, and then came to his own Shaohao Peak. Due to the long period of unoccupied, the light in the house is a little dim.

Taking off the palace robe with a strong smell of blood, the storage bracelet glowed faintly. He took out a brand-new robe from the storage bracelet and put it on. Tidy up your clothes a little, even if the palace robe is simple, it can't hide the evil charm on that handsome face. A faint moonlight shone in from the window and landed on Mu Hao's bedside.