Everyone thinks that he is a genius

Go to the third day of the habitat.

The sky became gray, and some disciples became unconscious.

"Senior Sister, what's wrong with him?" By the Qingliu stream, a female cultivator from Baihua Palace moistened her handkerchief and wiped her feverish teammate's forehead.

He closed his eyes tightly, looking terrible, with black lines floating on his face, looming.

The other person whom the female cultivator called "Senior Sister" covered her chest and did not answer. She feels very bad now, and there is always a resentment in her heart that cannot be vented, the voice in her ears is noisy, and her mind is in a mess.

"Sister?"

It's really annoying, that junior sister obviously doesn't understand anything, she just follows her and pretends to be tender, but men like this, let her join the team, and now something happens, she will only be called "senior sister", It's so disgusting, why don't you just die? !

"Sister?"

"To shut up!"

A golden hairpin drew a golden arc in the air——

"Pfft." Blood splattered everywhere.

By the time the elders who went abroad realized that something was wrong, it was already too late.

Disciples of the sect killed each other, and the asarum was thrown aside, and the petals withered and turned black.

"Is this—is it demonic energy?" An elder was thoughtful beside the sea-watching mirror.

"That's impossible, the Well of Three Realms has been closed—" another elder retorted.

"Elder Wen, what was it that flashed past just now?" While several elders were arguing, Wen Yunyu, who was standing aside, stepped forward and tapped under the mirror.The screen was reversed, and a figure in silver armor flashed by. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, his golden eyes were as dazzling as shooting stars, more like a lingering ghost.

The elders were silent.

After a while, Pei Lan, the lord of Baihua Palace, stood up and walked towards Xuannv's courtyard. The bell on her wrist dinged softly.

Next, Ming Hua summoned Feng Shuang, stepped on the sword body, and turned into a stream of light and rushed out of the cloud viewing platform.

After the two went out, a voice from nowhere sighed: "I'm afraid there is a traitor among us."

In the living environment, Bai Po was dragged by Xuan Yin to avoid the attack of a Xuan Pavilion disciple who was red-eyed, and he screamed: "What's going on?"

Xuanyin ignored it, kicked away someone who didn't know what to do, and then continued to run away with a white scorpion.

This is completely different from the previous life!

Xuan Yin broke out in a cold sweat.

In the previous life, there was nothing abnormal in the trial of the reincarnated state. He won the first prize and met his first woman in this trial, but now, the woman's body was under his feet.

Although there is no definite evidence, Xuanyin feels that the problem must be the ghost figure, and there must be something wrong with the curse mark he gave himself.

Damn, what about Ming Hua?What method will the ghost figure use to force Minghua's inner demon to show up?

Damn damn damn damn, everything now is completely different from the previous life! ! !

On a higher platform in the past habitat, Peilan took off his robe, revealing the red dance clothes inside, and posed in a posture of a phoenix facing the sky.

Hao wrist condensed frost and snow.

"Ding--"

A crisp bell rang, Peilan moved his hands slightly, and with a "huh", the Hundred Flowers Fan in his hand unfolded, and the Hundred Flowers bloomed slowly on the fan surface.

The wrist was weak and boneless, and the Hundred Flowers Fan was flying up and down flexibly in Peilan's hands. When Peilan tapped her feet lightly, her whole body fluttered like a butterfly, and with every rise and fall of her feet, vines quickly grew under her feet, stretched towards the sky, and then flowers grew out , withered with the wind.

Slowly raining flowers into the habitat.

As soon as each flower falls to the ground, it turns into fresh air and dilutes the gray mist.

Many disciples gained a moment of clarity, stopped killing, loosened their sticky weapons, and lay down on the ground to rest panting.

There was a black patch of dried blood on his hand, and he didn't know if it was his own or... from the same sect.

Minghua stepped on Fengshuang and flew towards the south of the habitat. Earlier, a talisman bird came, saying that he had found a magic general in the woods to the south, and the elders were almost overwhelmed.Minghua, as a "Shangxian" who has already experienced thunder and calamity, naturally does his part.

[Minghua, I feel so uncomfortable...]

Not long after Yujian flew, Su Yu's voice came from the sea of ​​consciousness, and his voice was very weak.

'Su Yu?What's wrong? Minghua was startled when he heard Su Yu's voice.

Su Yu tried to answer, but he could only gasp a few times due to exhaustion, and couldn't say a word.

Before Su Yu could answer, Minghua thought for a while, and spread a storm for himself to separate the gray mist, and then asked, 'Is it better now? '

After a long time, Su Yu's voice came back from the sea of ​​consciousness: [Um...]

Hardly audible.

A little distressed, but unable to let go of his responsibilities, Ming Hua had no choice but to grit his teeth and put Su Yu's matter behind his head, and continued to fly south with Yujian.

Just hope Su Yu is okay.

The black-clothed Xuanjia demon general is named Shangshen.

The Demon Realm Sky Demon Bead disappeared more than forty years ago.Even though the Sky Demon Orb had no special function, it was just equivalent to a spiritual representative, Yunhuo Demon Venerable was still very angry and ordered that it must be retrieved.Poor man has searched the devil world for 40 years, but he hasn't even found a shadow.

Later, several elders used forbidden spells to barely find the connection with the Sky Demon Orb, only to find that it was actually in the Reborn Realm.

Demon Lord Yunhuo: "...Yo, I can run."

The rest of the magic generals: "..."

Fuck, are you going to face those group of cultivators again?

Yunhuo Mozun: "It's just right, isn't Chensha all right? Go find it."

Chensha: "Okay."

Shang Shen: "My lord, this subordinate is willing to go with Chensha."

Demon Lord Yunhuo: "Okay, let's go."

The rest of the demon generals thought: Fortunately, there are two of them on top of the tank.

That's why Shangshen is here.

Dodging an arrow, Shang Shen turned his waist, and slashed at the oncoming sword cultivator with his two knives; Bleeding from the shock, Jianxiu himself was forced to retreat again and again by the murderous aura, spat out the last mouthful of blood, and fell to his knees.

After finishing off the only person who was still standing, Shang Shen felt something, and looked up to the sky - a dozen lightsabers were floating above his head.

The moment Shang Shen raised his head, a lightsaber descended from the sky.

Ming Hua held Feng Shuang in his hand, and the moment the lightsaber fell to the ground, he immediately stabbed at Shang Shen, who was dodging;

The sword intent collided with the sword energy, and in the woods, the blue gossip map and the blood-red instant helmet appeared alternately, illuminating the sky.

During the battle with Shang Shen, Ming Hua became more and more frightened: black clothes, black armor, sword.

This man is the man who appeared in his dream! ! !

As soon as this thought occurred, Ming Hua's already integrated aura suddenly became unstable, revealing flaws; Shang Shen narrowed his eyes slightly, and when the two swords met, he moved his lips: "Ze Lan."

Minghua's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Hehe." Shang Shen chuckled.

In a duel between masters, one move could determine life and death. Minghua's rhythm was completely out of order, and he could be seriously injured with just one knife, but Shang Shen put away his two swords and hit Minghua's chest with one palm.

Minghua fell from the midair and broke several trees before stopping. After struggling to get up, he looked at Shang Shen who was still in the midair in surprise.

"There will be a time later, Minghua." After Shang Shen finished speaking, a teleportation magic circle appeared under his feet. When the magic circle lit up, the figure on it disappeared.

Not long after Shang Ginseng disappeared, the rest of the elders came one after another.Elder Wen saw that the battlefield was in disarray and that Minghua, who was standing in the distance, was in a mess. When he was about to step forward to investigate, he was stopped by another elder just as he stepped out of his foot.

Elder Wen looked back suspiciously, only to see that the elder who held him back had a livid face.

The gray mist all around slowly gathered towards Minghua, and turned black the moment it reached his feet, and quickly wrapped his body. Minghua didn't know why, but he couldn't struggle. It was like a needle prick, causing him unbearable pain.

"Ah——" Minghua couldn't help but scream, but it was only a cry, and then he closed his teeth tightly without crying out in pain.

The elders standing in the distance were uneasy, and the crowd was commotion and whispering, but no one dared to step forward.

Behind him, a black figure was stripped out of Minghua's body by the black mist: first, it was only the upper body, the figure was completely black, and the facial features could not be seen clearly; then the lower body, which made a tearing sound of "嗤啦" during the stripping process , as if the flesh and blood were being torn apart alive, so that people who heard it in the distance couldn't help but shiver.

By the time of the last step, Minghua's face was as pale as paper, his lips were bloodless, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, his eyes had lost focus, and he was staring blankly at a point in the void.Looking at his current appearance, one can't imagine how much pain he is enduring; after all the stripping, the figure turned into a man in black beside Minghua, kneeling on the ground, and the black hair that fell from his ears His hair blocked his face, and Ming Hua also lost his support and collapsed to the ground.

After the man in black appeared, the black mist dissipated without a trace, and everyone watching stopped all their actions as if pressing the pause button, not even daring to breathe.

Beneath the white Taoist robe lying on the ground, Minghua's right little finger twitched.

Ming Hua has never felt so uncomfortable, even the serious injury of Du Jie; he is dizzy now, and he firmly held Feng Shuang's hand, which would not shake even in the face of three thousand thunders, now he is not affected by it. His controls trembled.

"Su Yu?" Minghua held back his discomfort, struggled to raise his head, and reached out to the man in black kneeling on the ground.

Awakened by Minghua's voice, the man in black raised his head and looked at Minghua.

The dark red vertical pupils that had once amazed Minghua were gone, Su Yu's eyes were red, the corners of his eyes were bright red and smudged with blood, and the cinnabar between his brows was so bright that it was about to burn.

No, this is not Su Yu.

Minghua froze for a moment, his outstretched hand froze in the air.

The elders standing in the distance saw Su Yu's face clearly when Su Yu looked over.

"This...he has exactly the same face as Shangxian Minghua." One of the elders muttered to himself.

"Heart demon, this is the heart demon." Another elder shouted, pointing in Minghua's direction and shouting again and again, "Minghua has fallen into a demon!!!"