Chapter 443 Jianghu: Demon Cult Witch (131)

Everyone's eyes turned gray, and their hearts began to collapse the moment they heard these four words. But those who didn't know were still asking what the secret technique was that made them feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

At this time, Jiaoyang turned her body and looked at the two young men in front of her with a half-smile, "Today, let me see the real light and shadow in the rumors. Oh no. To be precise, it is incomplete light and shadow."

She covered her mouth in an exaggerated manner, and turned her gaze in the direction of Chu Lianjue with a smile: She had long said that she would make it impossible for real light and shadow to exist in this world. Any possible disaster should be eliminated

She eradicated it completely before it could happen. Facts have proved that she was right.

Bi Zhi's men paused for a moment in their murderous actions, and looked over there, with some melancholy in their eyes: After all, they went in completely different directions.

Jiaoyang was one against two, and three strong rays of light collided together. At this moment, the jade unicorn that was about to fall into her hands cracked a thin crack, and then exploded instantly in the eyes of everyone in disbelief.

"Damn woman!" Baiyeliu Fengxin was startled. She took a few steps and rushed to her side in almost an instant, catching Jiaoyang falling from mid-air.

After the last battle, the casualties were horrific. The Shenyue Sect and the major sects in the world reached a tacit truce for several days. Although this approach was undoubtedly strongly opposed by Jiao Yang, who was lying in bed.

From her point of view, her body is not a big deal now, but it gives others room to breathe. Jiaoyang does not cherish her body. What she wants to do now is to kill a few more people and kill them all before leaving this world.

, to relieve inner dissatisfaction.

Perhaps because of her carelessness, or perhaps because she had no intention of concealing this thought, Jiaoyang said these words while on the hospital bed, receiving Yun Tang's considerate service and careful feeding.

In response, Yun Tangzhi reluctantly put the medicine bowl aside and looked down at her, his eyes calm and serious: "But why on earth do you feel like this? Why? Have you ever thought about it, Aling."

Wearing only a layer of white singlet, and drinking medicine without any preserves, Jiaoyang, who was noisy just now, was stunned for a moment. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she was lost in thought.

Baiye Liufeng was standing outside the door, his slender body leaning against the pillar, his crystal flowing hair swaying in the wind. He lowered his eyelashes, crossed his arms across his chest, and covered the emotions in his eyes, but he looked a little lonely.

The strange blood butterfly flew over, circled around him, and fluttered its wings and landed on his shoulder, as if silently comforting him.

"Go." His expression remained unchanged, he lowered his head and said lightly, and his heart began to become boring.

The butterfly felt aggrieved for a while, then got up and flew away.

In the past few days, various factions in the world have gone through almost every book, turning everyone's nails and fingers almost to pieces, just to find a way to deal with Sheng Jiaoyang.

"The Blood-Destroying Demonic Art, does it really have no old enemy, or a way to deal with it? The Blood-Destroying Demonic Art"

Everyone was in despair and simply gave up resistance and fell into sleep. Bi Zhi almost stuck her head into the book, flipping through it in the middle of the night, and finally found a fragment of the book that recorded the blood-sucking demon technique.

She hesitated for a while, then opened it and read on.

"The Blood-Destroying Demon Technique, those who practice this method will use their bodies to feed themselves." Her eyes widened and her chest breathed rapidly, "Will you not live to be eighteen years old?"
Chapter completed!