Cultivation from entry to abandonment

The people from the Lihuo Sect managed to deal with the tyrannical 狻猊, turned around to check the number of people, and found that everyone else was there, but Jiang Fuqing had disappeared. Naturally, they ran after him, but they didn't dare to go forward halfway through the chase. .First he felt the roar of the beast Xiangliu, and then he felt the coercion of a powerful spiritual sense, so he didn't dare to go forward at all.I have been waiting for an opportunity to observe nearby all night, and I didn't dare to show up until this morning.

But even if he tried his best to put away his breath, he still had a feeling that his soul was being spied on. Apparently, the powerful man opposite him had discovered them, with obvious contempt in his eyes, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and slightly moved towards They raised their palms.

A slender flame appeared instantly, wrapped around his wrist like a snake's tail, and the flame rolled and swam towards his fingertips. Wherever it went, a layer of dark red armor covered his entire palm. Shining brightly, the purple light is intertwined between the red nails like fine needles and threads, gradually presenting a complete claw cover.The tip of the claw is transparent, the edge is hidden, and it is as thin as a cicada's wing. If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to detect the murderous intent contained in it.

Shang Ming grabbed it modestly, and pulled towards several people with a strong force. One of them didn't react in time and couldn't escape, so he was caught directly under his palm. Pain.

Shang Mingqian grabbed him by the neck and pushed him to the ground. He smiled sinisterly and asked, "Are you quite courageous? Dare to dangle in front of this deity?"

The man was scared out of his wits, his whole body was drenched in cold sweat, he was trembling and didn't know how to start a conversation, then he got upset, and he used the name of the Lihuo Sect, and said in a trembling voice: "I, I am a disciple of the Lihuo Sect ! You want to be an enemy of my Lihuo Cult?"

Shang Mingqian let out a muffled laugh, the red light in his eyes was fleeting, and he lightly wrapped his hands around his neck: "Is the person from the Lihuo Sect worthy of shouting in front of this deity?"

His subordinates gradually gained power.

Jiang Fuqing over there was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, he just covered his eyes with the weeds beside him, trembling unconsciously, sneezed, and quickly covered his lips.

At this moment, the members of the Lihuo Sect who were hiding around had to show up, and each of them surrounded Shang Mingqian and Jiang Fuqing with crossbow arrows.Jiang Fuqing had never seen such a situation before, he guessed that he was abiding by the law in the past, so he shouldn't encounter this kind of retribution.His legs went limp, and he fell to the ground, feeling a little dizzy in his head.

The leader of the Lihuo Sect took a look at Jiang Fuqing, and said to Shang Mingqian: "We have no intention of becoming an enemy of your Excellency, but just want to take this person away. Please hold your hand high."

Shang Mingqian smiled slightly, and the ends of his hair showed a faint dark red in the sunlight. Although there was only a little bit, it was like a spark, and it would die if touched. He said coldly: "He is mine. No one wants to move it. "

With the rustling of the wind, Jiang Fuqing could smell the faint smell of cedar coming from him again, which was clearer than frost.

There was a slight sound of bone shattering in the air, and the person under his hands was already limp on the ground like dead grass and rotten leaves, his neck twisted weirdly, as if there were no bones on his neck, leaving only three dark spots fingerprint.After a while, the corpse turned into dust, and danced like fire when the wind blew.

No one dared to speak, only the howling of the wind remained.

The leader was stunned, took a step back unconsciously, did not dare to approach, stared desperately at Shang Mingqian's face, and saw the red sharp claws on Shang Mingqian's hand, suddenly realized, "You are Shang Mingqian?"

Several people looked at each other, then whispered, and looked at Shang Mingqian in disbelief.One person whispered, "That's not right, Shang Mingqian is famous for being gentle and courteous, how could he be like this?"

"It's all faked in front of people."

"Hypocritical and cunning."

They spoke in an extremely low voice, but Shang Mingqian had excellent hearing ability, and he could hear tiny insects and birds in a radius of five hundred miles, as long as he wanted to, he could hear them clearly.Hearing this, he just laughed ironically, a flame ignited from his fingertips, and a faint fire glowed on his cheeks.That lingering murderous aura, centered on him, rushed towards all directions like a storm.

The leader knew something was wrong, and hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Since it is the person you want, I naturally dare not make things difficult and leave." After saying that, he turned around and was about to run, fearing that he would be too late, and that he would be killed The fate of the corpse.

A few people also know how to read colors, and they are about to follow.

Seeing them leaving, Jiang Fuqing breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced at Shang Mingqian over there, and was about to come out.It seems that he subconsciously thought that staying with Shang Mingqian was safer than staying with those people.Glancing at the grilled chicken sizzling with oil on the grill, an unfamiliar and alluring aroma radiated out.

The next second, he seemed to smell a burning smell. He raised his head and looked into the distance, only to see raging flames burning in front of him, and the flames grow when the wind blows, instantly enveloping the group of men in black, screaming and screaming The sound is imperceptible to the ears, just like a superb scene of purgatory on earth.The burning temperature of the flames spread with the strong wind, and the surrounding green grass also emitted wisps of white smoke.

It's just that the flame seemed to be conscious, and it only danced unscrupulously on those people, but it didn't ignite the surrounding environment after all.Their skin peeled off inch by inch, and the flames seemed to burn even hotter.The hissing screams gradually subsided, leaving only a few whimpers like trapped animals, and finally there was only a pool of burning scorched earth left on the ground, which was swept into the river by the noisy wind.

After the calm, it was as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Fuqing's hands and feet were stiff, his throat was dry, and he stared blankly at Shang Mingqian.At this moment, Shang Mingqian seemed to be in a good mood, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, revealing a bit of laziness and joy.As if there were only gravel and mustard seeds in front of him, there was no need to worry about it.That crimson gown was also burning like a flame.

Jiang Fuqing choked up for a while, and asked in a trembling voice, "Why?"

Shang Mingqian stood by the river, with the rolling water behind him, his expression darkened for a moment, and he slowly took a step towards Jiang Fuqing, until he was in front of Jiang Fuqing, he gently raised his hand to lift Jiang Fuqing up. With her hair fluttering in the wind, Qing said in a low voice, "You're just a damned person."

Jiang Fuqing was captured by the scarlet in his pupils for a moment, lost in thought for a moment, and the faint cedar scent was on the tip of his nose. After a while, he came back to his senses, unconsciously staggered his eyes, murmured for a moment, and then said: "You Do whatever you want..."

Shang Mingqian opened his tiger's mouth, put his hand gently on his neck, stroked the delicate skin under his fingers, and seemed to be able to feel the throbbing meridians, warm and comfortable.As long as the fingers are lightly exerted, his neck can be easily twisted.

Jiang Fuqing swallowed a mouthful of saliva, Shang Mingqian's hands were cold, like a pair of iron tongs, he didn't exert any force, but even so, the pain and numbness still came inch by inch, sharp and piercing, Jiang Fu Qinghan's hair stood on end, his whole body was trembling, his breathing was heavy, he knew clearly that if he said one more word, he would definitely die without a burial.

The pulse of the artery under his palm became more and more rapid. Shang Mingqian seemed to be able to hear his breathing and the sound of his heart beating. : "Be obedient. Otherwise, if the deity gets angry, you will be in trouble."

The auricles are a little moist, the heat is pervasive, and the apex of the heart is itching.Jiang Fuqing shrank her neck, bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes were filled with water, but she did not shed tears in the end.

He was entangled by a poisonous snake.