Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3436 What if the disciple always wants to deceive the teacher (27)

  White dyed eyes half drooping, long eyelashes concealed the bottomless eyes, his expression was so calm that there was no emotion, a kind of extreme coldness and indifference intertwined.

  She glanced at the blood in her hands, and seemed to sneer, the ending sound crushed in the cold wind, seemingly mocking and ruthless.

  This person is dyed white, always doing whatever he wants, not to seek survival or death, talk about fear.

  This illusion is the most terrifying scene in the heart of the original owner.

  ——The slaughter within the demons!

  And now,

  The illusion reproduces this scene.

  Yanbai narrowed her narrow eyes slightly, her pupils were dark and weird, she seemed to think of something interesting, she gave a very light smile, the corners of Yin Hong’s lips opened slightly, there was a kind of excitement and graceful weirdness.

at the same time,

   Fantasy outside,

  Duanyuan Peak.

  The sound of the piano is endless and endless.

  The young fairy in white clothes is like snow, on the top of the mountain, there is no dust in the world.

  And at this moment,

  Yu Chen looked at the small figure who came running lightly, his fingertips paused, his long eyelashes slightly drooping, his pupils were deep and cold, and he looked down at the snow-white rabbit in front of him.

  Xianjun's voice is cold, and his tone is indifferent: "Why are you back."

That little rabbit was the one that Dye Bai took away. It was the first time I came back with Dye Bai running around and playing wild. At this moment, he tilted his head, and his soft and fluffy paws lightly waved. .

  Yu Chen fell silent, and his consciousness spread.

   Fantasyland.

  He had no intention of invading other people's illusions, but suddenly discovered that the black mist overflowed in the person's environment, but it disappeared in a flash, not easy to detect, as if it had never appeared.

  Xianjun takes action.

  Magic spirit.

  Xuan Qingzong trial illusion Yu Chen has always known that once the source of fear cannot be overcome, he is doomed to fail.

   But there is another extreme practice that rarely occurs.

   Massacre the past in the illusion.

  Through trials, no one has ever seen such a situation.

  This matter has nothing to do with him, others are non-causal, and what they do will be borne by themselves.

  Xianjun was quiet for a while, his expression eternally without joy or sorrow, and god-like indifference and desirelessness.

The little bunny beside    pulled its ears down, and jumped in place rather impatiently, paws scratching the ground.

  No one knows what Xianjun is thinking, but in the end, he still spreads a ray of spiritual consciousness and penetrates into the illusion, but he sees the cruel picture of blood flowing into a river and dense bones.

  The sound of the wind seems to be still.

  There is only one blood moon covering the sky in the middle of the night without dawn.

  On the high-level that was stained red with blood, I saw a figure in the distance.

  Ink hair in red clothes and a sword in one hand.

   Evil spirit is awe-inspiring, condescending.

  The long sword was blood-red, winding with red blood.

   such a picture,

  Somehow, Yu Chen remembered it for many years.

  Xianjun took back his consciousness after a second or two.

  That was the first time he broke the law in years.

  He doesn't know what that person has experienced before to experience such an illusion.

only.

  The young fairy sitting on the top of the mountain, his figure hidden in the celestial mist, his white clothing is like snow, like winter frost.

His cold and exquisite bones are unwavering, and his divine appearance is also the indifferent temperament of a god. Even with his eyes closed, the first thing that attracts attention and dare not offend is still the coldness of the height. Awe-inspiring temperament.

  In the fantasy world,

The Red Demon Lord has a straight stature, an evil spirit, and his sword points to the sky. The blade thin as Dongshuang reflects the coldness of the forest. He just wanted a sword to directly destroy the illusion, but he appeared out of nowhere in front of him. A touch of figure.

  The white clothes are like snow, falling from the sky.

When the clothes are fluttering, that stunning face is always cold and indifferent.

  Almost at the moment when he noticed that someone appeared, his white-dyed wrist suddenly flipped, the blade swept across the air, hunting the wind, engulfing the awe-inspiring killing intent and approaching that illusory figure!

  The cold light of the sword blade reflects the girl's eyes in the abyss.

  A clatter!

   Sword Qi collision made the most awe-inspiring sound.

  Xueji suddenly came out of her sheath, a flipping room resisted the sword in front of him——!

Xianjun holds the sword in one hand, the joints are slender, and the blade of the soul is no more than an inch away from him. It is held by Xueji and lies across his heart. The sword is strong, but he is calm, only defending, not attacking, and his pale lips are thin. Start lightly, spit out four words briefly, the sound quality is clear and cold, and it always contains the law of the big way: "Concentrate your mind, calm your mind."

The word    was like a smashed ice sinking into a cold lake, falling on the side of Yen Bai's ears, making her move for a while, pressing the hilt with her fingertips, pale in color.

  The distance between them is only a sword apart, they are so far away, standing on the top of the high order.

   Silent and cold in the middle of the night, the **** moon fell down in a huge gloom, the wind hunted, and the sorrow was everywhere, and the air was full of **** smell.

But Dye Bai caught a faint fragrance lingering in the air in that instant. It was not fragrant, not strong, but cold and clean. The coldness was full of icy and snow-like coldness, revealing what no one else did not have forever solemnly. Directly teach people sober.

  She looked at the slender figure in white clothes in front of him, with the silver-white long sword crossing in front of his heart, only an inch away, reflecting the deep and cool eyes of Xianjun, as if seeing the vastness of the world in reincarnation, but not surprised.

For a long time, Ran Bai stared at the figure in front of him, slowly reciting the two words, from between his lips and teeth, one word after another, there was an unspeakable meaning, faintly giving birth to a secret and unidentified affection, in this world of blood flowing into a river. In the meantime, she said from her mouth, ridiculously ambiguous but cold: "Xianjun."

  Xianjun's fingers clasped on the silver sword hilt are cold and slender, with a beautiful contrast, and it looks cold and cold.

  He calmly reminded: "No killing is allowed here."

The illusion is indeed extremely lifelike. Even with her current physical condition, she was seriously injured, and her consciousness could hardly bear it. Ran Bai stared at Yu Chen's appearance, and suddenly moved, she raised her hand and quickly touched it. A hand of Yu Chen, cold fingertips pressed against Yu Chen's hard and delicate joints.

  Such sudden action without warning made Yu Chen startled a little, looked at her silently, and didn't avoid it.

  "Phantom?" The pale face was a little weird.

  Although it is very similar...but it is not a real person.

  Can Yu Chen’s phantom mirror appear here?

   Shouldn’t it be fear.

  The original owner and Xuanqingzong Yuchen Xianjun have never met at all. She is afraid of Yuchen? ? ?

  What kind of confusing environment operation.

   Then in the illusion, she still cares about her.

  啧.

  Ranbai originally intended to destroy the illusion directly, but here is a strange phenomenon of Yu Chen's phantom, not to flirt with Bai, not to flirt.

  The girl was silent for two seconds, and then she leaned forward and hugged Xianjun.

She wrapped her hands around Yu Chen's waist, her long eyelashes were slightly drooping, the arc was very narrow, her white chin rubbed against Xianjun's thin and white neck, and her movements were a bit secretive and ambiguous, and her tone was lazy and weird, with a slight smile. Non-smiling: "But what should I do if I can't control it."

   Suddenly being hugged in this way, Xianjun's body was slightly stiff, he stopped for a second or two, and his white long fingers pressed against the girl's shoulders.

  (End of this chapter)