In the deep pit, a faint blue aura visible to the naked eye gushed out!

The temperature of the surrounding hundreds of miles seemed to drop by eighty percent in an instant, and the bodies of the barbarians couldn't help but tremble!

It's not cold, it's pure cold!

Hou Zhiyuan's hands froze in front of him, he wanted to pinch the trick, he wanted to release the phantom array he was proud of, but his body didn't obey the call...

This terrible feeling, as if he had seen it somewhere...

Hou Zhiyuan's gaze froze, and a tall figure slowly rose from the big pit that had been reflected in a dark blue!

It was a young man who looked to be twenty-seven or eighteen years old, wearing a gray shirt covered with blue fine lines, without a trace of fat on his body, and his nine-foot figure was slightly thin.

The young man was fair-skinned, with long dark blue hair moving in the wind, and the most striking thing on his handsome face was his blue eyes, like sapphires reflected in the sea, noble and beautiful.

However, the creepy thing is that the body of the youth is not complete!

The right half of his face looked like it had been burned by fire, blackened and festering, and his exposed left arm was smooth and normal, while his right arm, which was covered by his sleeve, was as thin as a bone and shaped like a zombie's arm!

Seeing the appearance of the young man, Hou Zhiyuan's pupils shrank, and he finally knew where he had felt such a cold aura!

During the period when the Wunian Mansion was first built and Yi Feng was appointed as the head of the mansion, Jiangyuanpo was swept by the yin wind from time to time, and those who cultivated to a high level would feel uncomfortable, and those with poor physique would be invaded by this yin qi into their internal organs, and they would be weak and unable to get up on the couch from then on...

Hou Zhiyuan had secretly investigated the source of Yin Qi, but after checking for a long time, there were no clues, and he finally had to give up.

The yin qi at that time was exactly the same as the yin qi gushing out of the pit in front of me!

Hou Zhiyuan, who was born in the Yi family of Yandu, had a good vision, and soon came to a conclusion that he didn't want to face...

Looking at the entire land of the Fire Pattern Battle Sect, the only one who can control such a terrifying yin qi is the head of the demon lan, Bian Han, who is known as the "Red Dust Ghost"!

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In the Iron Heart Palace, Yi Qian summoned Peng Shao and the four of them over.

"You said that the Demon Lan is going to attack?!"

Peng Shao almost bounced up from his chair, and then he questioned a little: "Bian Han rarely shows up, and he doesn't ask about many important things in the demon lan, how can he suddenly appear and target us?"

Yi Qian's eyes widened, he shook the begonia in his hand, and reprimanded: "Could it be that Senior Sister Lu is deliberately playing with me?!"

Peng Shao was stunned for a moment, sat back in his chair and said no more.

Qian Caizu thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "As far as I know, Bian Han, the Lord of Demon Lan, is a first-class master in the entire Cloud Sealing Realm, and his strength is far from comparable to ours, if he really wants to attack, I agree with Lu Jie's suggestion, you can only retreat, not fight!"

Cheng Tai added on the side: "Bian Han's cultivation ranks forty-eighth in the Cloud Sealing Realm and sixth in the Fire Pattern Battle Sect. ”

As soon as he heard this, Qian Caizu immediately became interested, pointed to himself and asked, "What about me?

Cheng Tai glanced at him, shook his head and said, "The top 100 in the Fire Emblem Battle Sect have not seen Mr. Qian's name. ”

"I..."

Qian Caizu's expression froze, and the fat on his face immediately collapsed.

"Lu Jie won't say meaningless things, this thing is true nine times out of ten. ”

Chen Tianyu's tone was affirmative, he and Lu Jie were called the "Seven Murderers of the Western Regions", and he knew the most about Lu Jie among the people present.

"We have nearly a hundred Jindan masters, three Yunying powerhouses, plus Senior Sister Lu and Han Licheng, that's five..."

Yi Qian counted with his fingers, and soon found out sadly that if it was about cultivation, he, the master of the "Beast Huang", could only be ranked last...

"Uncle Shi may be unwilling, but the gap between the enemy and us is too big, the hero does not suffer the immediate loss, and he is not afraid of no firewood to burn, uh..."

Seeing Yi Qian's eyes widen again, Peng Shao grinned and didn't dare to persuade him to retreat.

"The current situation is still unclear, if it's just because we destroyed Jiangyuan Slope, it shouldn't be worth Bian Han's personal attack..."

Qian Caizu pinched his fat chin, he still had a trace of luck in his heart, there was no reason for a direct conflict between the two sides, as long as Bian Han's temper was not so bad...

"Mr. Qian doesn't have to think about other possibilities~" Peng Shao saw Qian Caizu's thoughts at a glance, and said hesitantly: "The people of Demon Lan know that Bian Han has a temperament, if he is in a bad mood, no one nearby can live~"

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Seeing Bian Han's eyes that did not contain any warmth, Hou Zhiyuan seemed to be choked by an invisible big hand, and instinctively wanted to escape, but his body twisted a few times, but he couldn't move!

"Who are you?"

Bian Han's voice is like his eyes, there is no temperature, no popularity, it seems to have a kind of demonic power, which can lead people's minds to other places...

The confusion in Hou Zhiyuan's eyes flashed, and he bit the tip of his tongue violently, and the sharp stinging pain and the smell of blood forcibly pulled his consciousness back!

Regaining control of his body, Hou Zhiyuan immediately pinched the trick, and then pressed his hands forward, and a layer of hazy brilliance suddenly appeared, quickly enveloping his whole body!

Hou Zhiyuan's forehead was already oozing cold sweat, he had long heard that the Lord of Demon Lan was strong, and it was really extraordinary when he saw it today!

The fact that he could produce such a powerful hallucinogenic effect just by talking really made him ashamed of himself who thought he was very good at it!

However, Hou Zhiyuan's heart was slightly relieved, at this moment he had already laid out his strongest defensive phantom array [Jinguang], these hazy brilliance was like smooth brocade, whether it was the attack at the divine consciousness level or the impact of physical spells, it would be disturbed and displaced, so as to disperse most of its power, and only a small part of the attack he himself would receive, so there was nothing to worry about!

"Even if it's the Lord of the Demon Lan, it's..."

Before Hou Zhiyuan could really relax, the [Jinguang] around him suddenly trembled abnormally, and it immediately shattered!

"How could it be..."

Hou Zhiyuan's face changed suddenly! In the next moment, his neck tightened, and he had been choked by Bian Han!

"Oh, I remember who you are. ”

Bian Han's gaze paused on Hou Zhiyuan's face for a moment, and said lightly: "Yi Feng's little ghost's follower." ”

Hou Zhiyuan nodded hurriedly when he heard this, as long as the other party recognized him!

No matter what, Wunian Mansion is also subordinate to Demon Lan, and as the follower of the mansion master, he can be regarded as his own family~

Hou Zhiyuan's mind was racing, the current situation may not be a good thing for him, if he can follow the Lord of Demon Lan in the future, then catch Yi Qian... And the magical eared rat that can devour the Mysterious Confusion Sand in the [Confusion Chaos Heart Array], isn't it as easy as a snap?

"Ka... Titicaca..."

A sharp pain interrupted Hou Zhiyuan's conjecture, his eyes widened in disbelief, and the blood on his face faded like a tide...

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End of Chapter 150