The blood-colored nematodes dyed the river water red, and countless evil creatures suppressed by the little tiger's aura smelled the breath of living creatures, and immediately rushed out, entangling and biting the nematodes.
Even so, it is still difficult for such a majestic negative thing to keep all the nematodes behind.
On the river bank, only a skeleton of the huge blood beast under Xing Wu's feet was left. Only the withered blood flower on its chest was gently waving, and countless blood-red nematodes kept pouring out of the flower's mouth.
There were so many of these worms that they occupied all the spatial routes that Xiao Wangchuan could travel. Soon, they were chasing in the direction of the river whale, and the thin thread-like blood worms kept digging into the whale's body.
The giant whale let out a long, mournful roar, and its huge body shriveled up at a terrifying speed.
Xingwu let out a cruel chuckle: "Hakuye Luoshu Zangchaan, whales fall and all things grow...it tastes very good."
Layers of flesh and blood began to grow on the surface of the blood beast's skeleton under his feet.
When the whale fell into the Wangchuan River, the beauty bit her head tightly on a lock of Si Li's hair, and then the two of them were washed away by the river.
The little tiger patted the small bronze book on her waist, and countless vine branches and leaves rose from the river. A huge tree demon grew on the river. The flexible branches wrapped tightly around her small waist, and was thrown far across the river.
Go, she successfully reached the other side.
But the newly harvested tree demon sank to the bottom of the river and turned into mud after being eaten by countless witch insects.
Holding back the laceration that penetrated her back, the little tiger struggled to stand up. She looked dimly at the bright red figure washed away by the river. She exhaled slowly, showing a distressed look.
This is really a headache.
On the other hand, there is a delicious smell that is hard to let go.
On the one hand, Lord Demon Lord's fate is related to her life and death.
well.
The little tiger struggled painfully with this difficult question for a moment, then walked cheerfully, searching for the sweet fragrance that lingered in the air.
Qing Shui said that while you are alive, you should enjoy yourself in time.
She lived through thirteen springs, summers, autumns and winters, and whatever she wanted, countless noble immortals would send it to her with fear and fear.
Over time, she lost what she wanted.
To this day, she wants to find out why the smell that is more fragrant than flowers is so like the purest and shortest frozen snow on the top of Kunlun Snow Mountain.
She needs to figure out what is the truth?
In the face of this truth, her life and the life of the devil are insignificant.
"Just kill the Demon Lord. The Kunlun clan's little tiger is not part of our plan." A burst of black mist suddenly floated around Yukuna.
Next to him appeared a figure wearing a black robe, the hood covering most of his face, only revealing a jade-white pointed chin.
The twisted smile on Yukimu's lips slowly subsided, and he suddenly coughed slightly at an inappropriate time. Demon Prison, who was always known for being cruel and cold-blooded, looked slightly unnatural at this moment.
He glanced at the man in black robe helplessly and said, "I just came out of the blood beast and I have no clothes on. Can you stop being so elusive?"
A hoarse laugh came from under the hood, and a long and slender hand was raised from under the black robe, dragging a new cloak in it. This man's wrist had deep scars, and his fingers could be seen with a faint feeling of weakness.
Yukuna glanced from her wrist, took the cloak and put it on, his voice was extremely cold again: "The Demon Lord must die, that little tiger - I don't want to see her continue to live! I can't bear it.
That face can still appear vividly in this world."
The man in black robe sighed and said: "Anyway, I am kind to you, my empress, and I was born in this world in response to her wishes."
Xing Wu's face looked cold and ruthless: "Inner demons, no need for kindness, you must abandon the principles of human ethics, otherwise, you will lose everything."
The man in black robe quickly fell silent.
As if he couldn't bear her depression, Xing Wu hesitated for a moment and then said: "Yun Rong has entered the ghost mountain and is looking for you everywhere."
The man in black robe immediately raised his head, and the shadow under the hood revealed a pair of beautiful thin lips, and he could see the lips lightly opened and said: "I want to kill the subject like you."
Xing Mu was shocked at first, and then became furious: "No! I don't allow you to do this!"
She pursed her lips: "Yunrong will only get in the way in this world."
"Don't even think about it!" Xingwu was so angry that he was shaking all over: "Once you kill the subject, you will never lose your future!"
She laughed at herself, and her tone suddenly sounded sad: "It's just the inner demon, it's an illusion... why talk about the future."
There is no god when you raise your head, and it is difficult to enter the human world when you lower your head. Only the brightness of the night and nightmares accompany you.
She has already suffered half-life trauma and half-body injuries.
Xingwu looked at her, his eyes were rare dark and warm, his tone was soft and gentle, as if he was swearing: "The dream is not over yet, there are still cicadas in the great cold."
Where the little tiger disappeared, not long after, two slim and slim figures appeared out of thin air.
The robes of the female officials of the shrine trailed to the floor, but they were not stained by dust.
Female Officer Si Xi picked up a tree demon's vine leaf from the ground. The green and fresh leaves were mottled with blood stains, exuding the special blood fragrance of the gods.
Her expression instantly became extremely solemn: "Little tiger, you are injured!"
The soft face of the Qingshui female official suddenly showed a hint of murderous intent: "She must be found as soon as possible."
"But Baiye Luoshu can cover up the little tiger's aura."
Qing Shui's eyes flashed and he said: "We are going to the Three Realms of Ghost Mountain. The demons are trying to resurrect the Demon Lord. They must open the bronze door in the three realms. The little tiger will inevitably appear there."
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The wheels are rolling.
No one knows the specific location of the three realms of Ghost Mountain.
However, through the Seal of Ghost Marriage, Bailian and his party were able to find out where Ghost Man was.
As he walked northwest, Bailian discovered that Youguilang's footsteps were very confusing. He clearly had a clear goal, but he was walking around in circles, seemingly hesitating and struggling.
Although his purpose is clear, from these traces, we can know that his progress at this moment is staggering and hesitant.
When Bai Lian actually saw You Gui Lang, he found that three teams had already collided with You Gui Lang head-on.
The team led by Prince Zhongyou Yingxiu was among them.
What's even more interesting is that there is another team, waving the fierce fire flag of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, and the one who leads the attack on Youguilang is actually a familiar face.
Lin Guiyuan.
Balian looked stunned.
Compared with when they were separated, Lin Guiyuan's aura was more than a little stronger. When he first entered the fairy city, he and Lin Yuan were in the same place, both were Takumi.
In just a few days, with this majestic momentum, it can be seen at a glance that he has broken through the spirit-bearing realm.
The clothes on his body were ragged for some reason, and countless black runes were carved on his skin that was exposed by the clothes. Every time he waved his fist, those black runes would burst out with intense light. For a moment, he could actually compete with
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