blues paradox

"Ghosts are dyed by the evil in their hearts, and their color gradually darkens, turning into ink dragons." Chi Ye, who watched silently from beginning to end, suddenly recited what Lan Tiao said just now, his sharp eyes suddenly tightened, and he grabbed the lotus flower stick Taking a step forward, the yellow magic spar gave off a faint cold light.

"You're lucky, it's said that Mojiao is rare in a hundred years." Lan Tiao innocently flattened her mouth, and there was some kind of obscure gleam in her emerald green eyes.He stood there quietly, the wind brushed past him, bringing up his golden hair that was as pure as the sun, the broken and soft sound of the wind seemed to be the moaning/groaning of some kind of creature, echoing endlessly in his ears.

"Isn't that evildoer dead? Why does the dean still look like an enemy?"

"That's to say, this time it's different from just now. I've lost all my wits. Is it possible that I can still come back to life?"

"Yeah, why do you still have that expression?"

"..."

The onlookers didn't understand the reason, their wide-open eyes were slightly curious and slightly worried, but no one dared to step forward easily, they only whispered under the altar.

Lan Tuo's expression suddenly changed, his frail body seemed to be crumbling in the wind, looking vulnerable.This reminds me of the common pampas grass on the roadside, which is so thin that it cannot even bear the weight of a butterfly, but it bends without breaking, and is as tough as silk.He took a small step back, and there was a circle of stagnant folds on the gorgeous robe; he slowly took out something from his arms, the plain moon white and the emerald green streamer in his eyes complemented each other, it turned out to be the Repaired hair with a stolen headband.He changed hands and tied the piece of moon white on the hair, intertwined with the golden hair, reflecting the blood-red clouds like flames, reflecting a magnificence that is difficult to describe in words.

The light wind carried the broken petals in the square flower bed and fluttered down, spinning and flying like a warm-colored dream, but Lantiao sensitively felt the unnatural air fluctuation behind him, and before thinking too much, he instinctively retreated to the side and went down. For a moment, there was a violent explosion sound from where he was standing just now.Choking thick smoke rose up, and in the sea of ​​fog that filled the sky, a vague figure gradually appeared.

The burly and huge body seems to be able to cover the sky and block out the sun, and it is difficult to see his face against the light. The bright sun has coated his body with a golden and reddish halo. He looks like a cow walking upright, except that there are three horns on his head. Curved, shining a terrifying cold light in the sun.

"This is Mo Jiao?" Lan Tuo stared at the monster in front of him in astonishment, his green eyes trembling slightly.

Guijiao is the fallen form of ghost creature, extremely ferocious, and ghost creature are two extremes.It has no thinking and no magic, but its skin is as hard as iron, and its eyes are like amber copper bells. Although it is huge, it has the agility of a small animal, and its fangs are like sharp knives, making it easy for people not to get close.

Lan Tiao didn't dare to neglect, and immediately closed his eyes and chanted the mantra.The tender green seedlings are scrambling to break out of the ground, swaying against the wind, and a little water vapor condenses on the leaves, which are round and crystal like winter morning dew.A large area of ​​seedlings suddenly rose up, and grew into a large criss-crossing vine in the blink of an eye. The height seemed to be able to touch the red clouds in the sky, and the thick and tough vines followed Lan Tiao's heart to attack the ink dragon overwhelmingly, splashing a foot dust.

Hmph, escape is fast!Lan Tuo's eyes darkened, and with a raised white and slender hand, he quickly jumped into the air on the vines, wiping his cheeks and narrowly avoiding a head-sized fireball.

Fireball?With doubts, Lan Tiao turned his head to look in the direction of Mo Jiao. There was still steam rising from the corner in the middle, so that was the case.

Wipe the blood on the cheek with the back of your hand, and take it into your mouth. It is salty and has a slight rusty smell.The small and bright red tongue slid across the back of the hand slowly and gracefully, the deep red and pale form a strong visual impact, the emerald green cold pool is bottomless, and there is a charming and enchanting taste out of thin air. People can see.Not far away, someone half-closed his eyes and smiled wickedly, his golden eyes were dotted with silver, like fallen stars.

Although Mo Jiao can't use magic, it doesn't mean he can't use the power of nature.The demons control the power of nature through the magic power in their bodies. It seems that the horn is a kind of converter, replacing the role of magic power.

That being the case, a trace of coldness flashed across the emerald green pupils, let's destroy that corner.

The water vapor in the air slowly condensed into ice picks one after another, and they hit the horn with straight ends, but they missed the target repeatedly, leaving only a few shallow blood marks on its hard skin.Lan Tiao frowned and watched the attacks that were flashed again and again, feeling very annoyed in his heart. The spell he was chanting froze, and his retreat was half a beat slower.

It was just the stagnation of this half-beat, a dozen or so fireballs have been connected into a fire net, covering Lantong in a hemispherical shape, and gradually shrinking, there is nowhere to avoid, Lantong was startled, slightly parted his lips and thought He asked for help, but in an instant he remembered those golden eyes that looked like the night sky, and his trembling voice stuck in his throat, almost choking.