This supermarket is not right [Honghuang]

Fang Zhe looked at the man blankly in astonishment, there seemed to be a trace of cruelty in the corner of the man's eyes.There was a blood-red color surging between the brows, taking a deep breath, Fang Zhe silently stepped back a few steps.He pursed his lips lightly, without speaking.Yang Jian's eyes froze for a moment, and he looked at the man with guarded eyes.

Qinghui squeezed his fist lightly, then looked at the man with piercing eyes and said, "Who are you?"

The man smiled lightly, as if it was like air.But in the supermarket, such laughter makes people extremely frightened.Fang Zhe bit his lower lip and looked at the man warily, "Who are you?" The man smiled cruelly, "My name is Fan Wujiu." The supermarket seemed to be looking for something.

"Fan Wujiu?" Qinghui murmured softly on his lips, "You mean, you saw innocent souls wandering on Kunlun Mountain?" Qinghui looked straight at Fan Wujiu with clear eyes. save.Those eyes were as gorgeous and charming as shining stars, and there was a smile on Fan Wujiu's handsome face, which looked extremely forced.He nodded and said, "It is true that there are still ghosts wandering around, but it seems that they have been infected by hostility, and they can no longer enter the underworld."

"What, what do you mean?" Qinghui's heart trembled, his fists were clenched tightly, and the movement of biting his lower lip was trembling constantly.Fan Wujiu's eyes slowly focused on Qinghui, and then he smiled coldly.Frowning slightly, he opened his mouth and said with a smile, "Do you think I'm lying to you?"

Qinghui pursed his lips and did not speak. He looked at Fan Wujiu with a confused expression, and asked in a deep voice, "Then what should we do?" Fan Wujiu looked around, at Fang Zhe, and then at Yang Jian.He nodded at Yang Jian and said, "I didn't expect Zhenjun Erlang to be here." Yang Jian didn't speak, and silently looked at Fan Wujiu in front of him.This Fan Wujiu has been very weird since he entered the supermarket.He didn't see through it, and he didn't dare to speak rashly.And Fang Zhe's eyes seemed to be flickering, his intuition told him that this Fan Wujiu was very strange.

Thinking of this, Fang Zhe took the lead in chatting about the topic, "What are the consequences of lingering ghosts?" Fang Zhe looked at Fan Wujiu indifferently. What does Fan Wujiu mean?Fang Zhe didn't quite understand why Fan Wujiu suddenly brought up the topic of Kunlun Mountain, but his nerves were always tense, guarding against the handsome man in black in front of him.

"The wronged soul is not reincarnated because of too much hostility. Wandering in the world, except for the way of flying away, I'm afraid-" Fan Wujiu seemed to be bowing his head in thought, his brows were slightly frowned. "There is another way, Zhenjun Erlang also knows about it." Having said that, Fan Wujiu looked at Yang Jian.Yang Jian looked stunned, and then came back to his senses.He opened his mouth, but didn't speak.Seeing Yang Jian's expression, Fan Wujiu continued, "That is to purify the wronged soul. As long as you have enough mana to burn the karma of hostile energy, you can purify the wronged soul."

"What do you mean?" Fang Zhe came back to his senses, and said with a sneer, "Just say it, the Yehuo Honglian you want." Fang Zhe's voice echoed in the supermarket, and Yang Jian was taken aback, his eyes filled with surprise He looked at Fan Wujiu intently.Qinghui inhaled lightly, his eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about something.

"No, it's fine without Karma Red Lotus." Fan Wujiu still calmly pulled a sinister smile, his eyes slowly locked on Qinghui's body, stretched out his knuckle-boned fingers, and pointed gently. Pointing to Qinghui who was standing aside, he said, "But this little Taoist priest from Kunlun Mountain has to go back in person." Fang Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, and he kept looking at Fan Wujiu's sharp-edged outline.

When the man spoke, his expression was unusually frank.It's just that the gloom on his face, like a layer of haze, turned his expression into a ruthless one.He still remembered Haotian's words that he could not give the karmic fire red lotus to anyone.But why did Fan Wujiu suddenly let Qinghui go to Kunlun Mountain?Fang Zhe couldn't understand Fan Wujiu's words, so he could only keep his head down and remain silent.

"Master!" Yang Jian said softly, "I don't know what is the cause and effect of Qinghui and you, as a great power. You seem to be losing points by doing this." Yang Jian stared fixedly at Fan Wujiu, and said Definitely called him Master.The corners of Fan Wujiu's mouth twisted into an extremely hideous and strange angle, Qinghui originally wanted to rush towards the entrance of the supermarket.But Yang Jian firmly held his elbow, unable to move.

Yang Jian looked at Fan Wujiu with cold eyes, pursed his lips and said, "The leader is acting like this, I'm afraid—" Yang Jian didn't finish his sentence, his eyes seemed to have some disdain.The immortal essence in his body was constantly stirring, and the person in front of him was not Fan Wujiu.The real Fan Wujiu may have had an accident, and this person is an old neighbor of the underworld.Thinking of this, Yang Jian had to treat it with caution.I'm afraid that even if Da Tianzun came in person, there would be nothing he could do with the one in front of him.This person has always been ruthless and vicious in his actions, so I'm afraid——.

He almost didn't dare to think about it anymore, looking at the blood in Fan Wujiu's eyes, he gritted his molars firmly.Sure enough, this is the leader in the blood river.

"You people who explain the teachings are really in the way." Fan Wujiu's voice became much older in an instant.A savage smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Yang Jian, since you know you are the leader of this sect, how dare you talk back?" In an instant, layers of evil spirits emerged from Fan Wujiu's body.The blood-red evil spirit filled the entire supermarket, layers upon layers of which kept rolling.

"Who is this?" Fang Zhe asked loudly, covering his nose with his hands, as the smell of blood filled his nose.

"Patriarch Styx of Nether Blood River!" Yang Jian's voice sank, and the double-sided three-edged knife in his hand floated in his hand with the golden light.With a light stab, the blood mist was dispersed a lot, and the golden light rushed towards Patriarch Styx with the momentum of dragons singing and tigers roaring.

"Little baby, don't you think that this kind of power can break through the defense of the poor?" Fan Wujiu smiled grimly, and lightly tapped his finger on the golden light.There were circles of ripples in the air, and after a while, the golden light seemed to have never appeared.The supermarket filled with blood mist was extremely suffocating, Fang Zhe bit his lower lip desperately, but the strong smell of blood became weaker and weaker.The bright yellow light enveloped Fang Zhe's body, as if to isolate all the blood mist.

The churning mist of blood was like rushing sea water, a vast soup.Yang Jian staggered back for a few steps. This blood mist was not an ordinary evil spirit, but a river of blood formed by the gathering of filthy spirits from heaven and earth.Even if it is a Da Luo Jinxian, if it is stained with a little bit, it will turn into blood in less than half an hour.But Yang Jian was not confident enough to resist the blood mist, he turned his head to look at the sluggish Qinghui and shouted, "Aren't you awake yet?"

Qinghui shook his body, and was surprised to find that his clothes seemed to be corroded by blood mist.A ferocious sneer appeared at the corner of Fan Wujiu's mouth, "Take out the apricot-yellow flag!" Yang Jian's clothes were already covered in blood mist, and in a short while, he might turn into a puddle of blood.This blood mist is very corrosive, even the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art he practiced could not resist this terrifying blood mist.

Without hesitation, Qinghui took out the apricot-yellow flag to show off.A burst of quiet lotus fragrance dilutes the strong smell of blood, and lotus blossoms bloom out of thin air.Fan Wujiu was stunned at this moment, he didn't expect Qinghui to have the apricot yellow flag in his hand.His eyes became more and more fierce, presumably the old man Yuanshi had thought of such a day long ago, and deliberately left this apricot-yellow flag.A clear yellow halo blocked the blood fog from the halo.

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly raised his head to look at Fan Wujiu.

"I heard that the leader has refined 8000 million blood god sons. I'm afraid—the leader's body is still in the sea of ​​blood." Yang Jian pursed his lips and thought for a while, then continued, "I heard that the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha is about the blood of the leader. Very interesting, presumably the leader’s body would not dare to bleed into the sea. Otherwise, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva will not show mercy—” Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief at this point, “I’m afraid the leader at this time is just one of the sons of the blood god. .”

"Heh——" Fan Wujiu chuckled, and his handsome face became more ferocious, "Yang Jian, don't you think that the blood god son of the sect master is so easy to deal with?" At this point, he looked at him with sarcasm in the corner of his mouth. Yang Jian, "It seems that we haven't been dispatched for a long time. Everyone thinks that the poor Taoist is afraid of the Ksitigarbha." Having said this, Fan Wujiu lightly pointed at the apricot-yellow flag that was spread out in the air.

Bloody brilliance continuously gushed out from his fingertips, and layer after layer of air waves washed over the golden lotus.The apricot yellow flag shook twice, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Yang Jian was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that the Blood God Son of Patriarch Minghe would have such skill.This apricot yellow flag was controlled by his immortal power. At this moment, cold sweat ran across Yang Jian's forehead, and his back was dripping with sweat.His whole body was sore and limp, as if he had exhausted all his strength.Fan Wujiu snorted coldly, "Teaching disciples, that's all."

The blood mist filled Yang Jian's face again, and he and Qing Hui were surrounded by the blood mist.Yang Jian squinted his eyes, feeling the celestial power in his body being continuously swallowed by the blood mist, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, as if the whole world began to spin.

The dragon chant sounded at an unknown time, and a golden dragon broke through the blood mist, under the golden light.The whole blood mist disappeared, and the giant dragon emitting golden light roared and rushed towards Fan Wujiu. "Xuanyuan Sword!" Fan Wujiu gnashed his teeth in an unusually cold voice.

The dark red blood mist has long been cut off by Xuanyuan Sword, and the supermarket has returned to its original appearance at this time.Under the incandescent light, Yang Jian was half kneeling on the ground, panting continuously.The Xuanyuan Sword in Qinghui's hand exudes a pale golden light, and it is constantly swallowing at the tip of the sword.

Fan Wujiu's face became extremely ugly in an instant, "Does Xuanyuan Xiaoer also want to join in?" Fan Wujiu's voice was full of anger.