"I haven't walked like a human for a long time... I'm really not used to it." The old voice gradually became clear.

The blue and purple eyes stared at the black passage in front of me, and the gust of cold wind blew the long blue and purple hair scattered.

Finally, a mighty figure under the robe appeared at the entrance of the passage, because the hat of the robe tightly covered his face, and there was no way to see his facial features, but the tall figure and black body were

The robe with red light moved slowly.

When he walked forward, he arrived next to the throne that had been divided into two, the door behind closed down. The throne that had been divided into two just now was again under the dark shadow, which had touched something.

It is integrated into one, tightly fitted, and it is impossible to tell that it had been separated just now.

The black figure fell heavily on the chair, looking very haggard and weak, but the powerful energy fluctuation did not weaken. From the surroundings of the black figure, the powerful fighting spirit was always emitting, just like the freshly baked bread emitting heat,

Be self-conscious, even uncontrollable.

"Come on, let me see you..." The old voice appeared in the mouth of the man in black, although he couldn't see where his mouth was.

Jialan didn't know why, but her body seemed to be out of control and slowly walked forward. She even suddenly felt that her spirit was not so clear, as if she had been involved in some illusion.

Illusion?

Jia Lan was shocked. When she walked forward slowly, her strong willpower and mental power played a role. Her fingernails were embedded in her palms. A piercing pain made her wake up and retreated sharply.

A few steps.

"It can break my illusion... It's really a good seedling." The old voice said, "I'm old... It's true that time is unforgiving. I've enjoyed the darkness for too long, and I still can't adapt to such light.

The mask can't even see people..."

Separator view?

This is almost impossible. Is the man in front of me so strong?

Jialan didn't say much, and her hands were still aching.

The man stood up slowly and took off the hat from his robe. His amazing long red hair was still scattered, sliding down like a waterfall, straight and drooping, and there was no place to be curved on the man's face

It was covered by a mask. There were only two patterns on the pale mask that looked like eyes, but Jia Lan could clearly see that this pattern was not an eye, but just decoration. The mask was decorated with various small gems, which made it look like

It is extremely luxurious, but it does not complement the man's robe.

The man reached out and slowly took off the mask, throwing it aside, as if he had thrown away something that was not valuable in the club. In fact, Jia Lan knew that listening to the sound of landing tightly, he knew that the mask was worthless.

It is already very difficult to just use the rare ice tourmalines above.

The mask suddenly shattered, and the gems scattered. But no one showed any signs because of the shattered priceless mask. But everyone in the hall was surprised, except for Tangtang who was in a coma.

They were all in confusion.

What Jialan and others saw was a man who looked only in his thirties, with a tall body and extremely tall. His handsome face was clear and elegant, and his temperament was somewhat similar to Wei Feng, but he was even more than Wei Feng.

Looks mature.

The fiery red eyes were faintly glowing, which was a symbol of the demon race. However, these abrupt eyes complemented the fiery red hair, without any incongruity.

Wei Feng and Wei Yang looked at each other again. Is another person who has awakened the bloodline of the demon? Even a demon bloodline who has cultivated into a god, this is basically the same as Jia Lan! To the extent that it is powerful.

"Xuan...Xuan'er?" The man stared at Jia Lan's stunning face, and did not speak coldly for a long time. He just trembled slightly and kept looking at her. After a long time, he spit out this in the constant fluctuating breath.

Two words come.

Jia Lan was stunned, took a step back, and looked at the man coldly without saying anything.

"Xuan'er! You're still alive! Didn't that boy Ling Luocheng say you're dead?" The man walked forward quickly, and the places he walked were covered by black aura. Because of the powerful pressure, Jia Lan had to follow him.

The man moved forward slowly and retreated until the man grabbed her arm and shook it hard.

"Xuan'er! I'm Demon Flame! Do you don't know me anymore?" The owner of the Dark Temple, who claimed to be Demon Flame, held Jia Lan's arm tightly with both hands, refused to let go at all, and even stole Jia.

Blue's arms had already scratched several bruises.

Jialan gritted her teeth, didn't speak, and tried desperately to resist the shaking of the demonic flame.

Wei Yang hurried forward, and the black trident appeared out of thin air in his hand, and his fighting spirit was fully opened, slashing towards the demon flame.

"Get out!"

The demon flame did not dodge, but suddenly exuded the fighting spirit. This fighting spirit seemed to have the function of an illusion. Wei Yang slashed with all his strength and turned it off.

"Damn, what's going on!" Wei Yang was still attacking, but every attack was resolved, as if he was sluggish. The ground had been attacked by Wei Yang and it was hard.

The diamond rock shows how powerful Wei Yang's attack power is.

Finally, Wei Feng moved. The calmness in his eyes had disappeared without a trace. He hugged Tangtang tightly with one hand, and slapped the other hand suddenly. The huge wind was heading towards the demon flame. The fighting spirit on his body

It was actually blown away, and Wei Yang took this opportunity to slash him over.

"Swoosh--"

Magic Yan's skills were so fast that he returned to his throne without even seeing how he moved. It seemed that nothing had happened before. Wei Feng was surprised with such speed.

This is simply not the strength that a person who has just become a god can have.

You should know that even gods can be divided into three or six. People who have just become gods are just the lowest existence in the divine realm. They also need to practice slowly like a piece of white paper to achieve something. Finally,

Becoming a god in a key area. And this demonic flame is obviously not as simple as becoming a god just now.

"You are not Xuan'er, tell me! What's your relationship with Xuan'er?" Mo Yan's handsome face suddenly became cold. The flames that were burning just now suddenly became cold. The boundless cold air spread, as if even the air could do it.

Frozen.

Jialan touched his arm. Although it was a slight pain and the burning of hot fighting gas, her skin was burned, but fortunately, it was not broken yet.

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