0045 Chapter Loyal Soul Sacrificial Pearl Blood Night Out of the Owl
Dong Ning knew that he couldn't hold on much longer, but he only thought about Mo Qingfeng. His master was both a strict teacher and a loving father to him, and he could never see Mo Qingfeng fall like that.
There is a secret that only exists between Dong Ning and Mo Qingfeng, and the master and apprentice will never tell it to the outside world. The hope of saving Mo Qingfeng is now, and it is also the last thing that Dong Ning can do to save his life.
thing.
Dong Ning tried her best to avoid the fire of massacre that was still burning through the Qinglian Sect, and rushed towards the collapsed mentor's residence. She didn't realize that there was a person following him in the purgatory night behind him. He was also scarred, but with a heavy evil aura and a pair of dark eyes.
Shining cold eyes.
At the same time, in the bloody flames and the howling wind, Mie Canglan and Wentiangu were facing off coldly. The fanatical massacre had already suffered a heavy loss and his strength was greatly weakened, but he still did not let go of the young man in front of him. He just wanted to
Taste the blood he spilled on his blade.
"Okay, there's only one left..." Wentiangu twirled his long hair, raised half of the broken knife and gently stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick it back and forth, as if savoring the delicious mixture of blood and gunpowder smoke, he looked at Mie Canglan coldly and said, "
Do you want to end it yourself, or do you want me to do it?"
"We can give it a try." Mie Canglan raised his face high, and the fierce fire light illuminated the young Shen Han's eyes. A corpse next to him could not cool down his fighting spirit. Wentiangu frowned and saw Mie Canglan standing upright.
There is a blood scar that runs straight through his body. It was the knife wound that hit him head-on. He is not dead yet. Could it be that the weird cold air gave him immortality to a certain extent?
"No way..." Wentiangu sneered, shaking his head repeatedly but showing a hint of panic, "That stranger with a body of ice and a spirit of fire... doesn't exist at all!"
After speaking harshly, Wentiangu swung the broken knife, soared high into the sky and then fell vertically. The man and the knife were in a straight line, and he stabbed downwards with all his strength. His true energy was greatly damaged, and he could no longer use any superb moves.
, and now he is rushing towards Mie Canglan with all his murderous intent.
Mie Canglan also had disordered Qi in his body, but there was still endless cold and hot Qi churning in his palms. When Wentian Gu flew down, he simply pressed down on his Dantian and pressed down his whole body. He held up a ball of dazzling blood with his hands,
He held up the strong airflow that Wentian Gulian slashed down with a knife.
"You..." Wentiangu's voice was choked, and he saw debris on the ground beneath Mie Canglan's feet sweeping across, spinning and flying upwards, but it could not shake the young man's energy that calmed his dantian. He actually resisted with the blood light in the shape of smoke in his hand.
His strong sword energy made it difficult to move forward for a while, but the upward energy aroused by the sword energy backfired throughout his body.
"You kill the people of the Qinglian Sect, no matter what, you are far better than a private enemy!" Mie Canglan shouted in a deep voice, his eyes turned up like a yaksha asking for his life. As a person in the dark and cold world of the underworld, Wentiangu couldn't help but feel horrified after seeing this.
Shocked. At this moment, Mie Canglan exerted force with both hands and firmly held down the crazy knife in Wentian Gu's hand. The cold and hot air surged up, and the internal energy was shaken, triggering the violent wildness under the holy object. An astonishing wave of
Brutal force burst out.
"Ah!" Wentian Gu was pulled and spun around in Mie Canglan's hands. He felt that he was not a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, but a savage beast that had grown up for thousands of years and had extraordinary strength!
Mie Canglan shouted in a deep voice, and with just a burst of force, he threw Wentiangu and his sword out, spinning into a counter-whirlwind in the air and throwing them far into the bloody flames.
Wentiangu turned around sharply, but his body was still engulfed by the flames. Although he could control the flames to lift his body, he was still thrown into the fire with such fierce force. In an instant, his whole body was torn apart and burned. It was not as painful as crying.
Wentiangu just turned the scimitar in his hand, pulled his body back and recited the magic formula quickly, pulling the flames into a dragon-like energy, trembling around his body to prevent him from falling to the ground.
"If you come again, I will accompany you!" Mie Canglan's long hair flew upside down, and he looked as cold and arrogant as the reincarnated Shura. Wentiangu jumped out of the heavy flames, and did not dare to move rashly with his feet on the fire. Just now and Mo Qingfeng Huo Ming
The fight had already consumed most of his true energy, and half of his scimitar was broken into pieces. However, Mie Canglan was filled with energy. He didn't know what kind of power he had exploded. If he continued to struggle, he would probably suffer a loss.
Thinking of this, Wentiangu raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Don't worry, Mie Canglan! We have a long way to go, if you..." I saw him leaping high into the night sky, and the fire that dyed the entire night sky followed him.
Then, a storm of flames emerged from the flames of war burning across the earth, sweeping Wentiangu's final words as far away as a curse, "Live until the day we meet again!"
"Damn it!" Mie Canglan knew that Wen Tiangu had taken the opportunity to escape, and a bloody purple cloud rose up with his feet. As soon as he rushed into the air, he was hit by a hot blast of wind. When he retreated, he calmed down.
Looking back at Mo Qingfeng's corpse on the ground and the endless bloody flames of war in the distance, he gritted his teeth and shook his arm fiercely, "Wen Tiangu... just wait for me!"
Wentiangu's figure had disappeared without a trace along with the flaming snake, and disappeared into the bloody light filled with murderous aura and death intention. Mie Canglan spat fiercely, flew to the ground and ran towards the wind.
He stepped over Mo Qingfeng's stiff body, never seeing a hint of clear light permeating it. His heart was only filled with the determination to use the dead body as a stepping stone to move forward, and once again rushed into the still burning carnage.
fire.
The battlefield suddenly opened up, but eighty-nine members of the Qinglian Sect had already been massacred, the buildings collapsed and shattered, and ruins lay everywhere. The ground was covered with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. There were Qinglian Sect disciples who refused to rest in peace, and there were also soldiers from the underworld scattered about. Mie Canglan quickly stepped forward and fiercely
I dug through the corpses and pulled off the masks of the underworld soldiers to see clearly what their enemies looked like.
"Hmm..." When he saw the faces of those people in the underworld, Mie Canglan suddenly trembled in his heart. He saw that they were completely faceless, their faces were dead white and smooth, their facial features were completely missing, and their terrifying faces were buried one after another.
Under the heavy shadow of the helmet.
"Hmph..." Mie Canglan threw away the corpses of those underworld soldiers and stepped high on the mountain of corpses. The smell of blood in the long wind was still strong and compelling, but the shouts of killing were reduced a lot. The Qinglian Sect almost completely changed.
It became an empty gate, with only endless fire and blood flowing like a river.
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