The red eyes are a symbol of the demon race or the fallen demon.

Bai Mo was suddenly shocked, turned around and faced the red eyes with strange red eyes. She wanted to make sure something...

In the darkness, a cold hand caught his wrist, "Don't walk around."

It's Si Bai's voice.

The boy was right beside her.

The time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the red eyes disappeared and disappeared in the black fog. The cold feeling of the coldness of the back that was stared at by someone also dissipated.

But Bai Mo couldn't forget those scary red eyes.

When the rich demonic energy gradually becomes thinner, the entrance of Zhuxiantai is opened to the eyes of everyone—

An ancient aura that had been covered with dust for a long time came to the face, the desolate and messy ruins of the ancient battlefield, the corpses piled up like mountains, and the white bones bloomed from the empty black eyes and mouths of the white bones, and the beautiful Manzhu Shahua was poured down by blood.

Under the faint scarlet moonlight, flowers and leaves stretched out like beautiful bodies...

Manzhu Shahua, who was everywhere in the mountains, looked at it from a distance, and in a trance, she gave people a sense of the ancient battlefield where humans and demons fought, corpses were everywhere and blood was bleeding for thousands of miles, and it once again reappeared in the desolate and heavy feeling in front of her.

“It’s really spectacular!”

Bai Mo couldn't help but sigh, "Legendly, Manzhushahua is the flower of hell. Only by watering it with blood can it bloom and beautify it. Perhaps only such ancient battlefield ruins can you see such a magnificent scene."

The young man in white clothes had a cool face, his beautiful face as handsome as jade, and his beautiful ink-colored eyes reflected in the overwhelming bright red color, but there was no trace of turbulence. His gorgeous thin lips opened lightly and said:

"This is not the real ancient battlefield of the human and demon continent. Strictly speaking, it can only be regarded as a microcosm of the ancient battlefield."

"Miniature?" Bai Mo was stunned by the word, and then smiled: "Yes, after all, Zhu Xian Realm is just a small world created by one side. How could it be a real ancient battlefield? But this Manzhu Shahua should be real, right?"

She squatted down, touched the ground with a red skirt, stretched out her slender hand and folded a branch of Manzhu Shahua into her hand. Her green fingertips reflected the bright red petals, her skin was white, and her branches were even more gorgeous.

When she went to break the flower branches, Si Bai did not make a sound to stop it, and a ray of dark light slipped through her dark eyes.

He took the manzhu Shahua on his fingers and played with it. The bright red flowers were blooming in full bloom. Bai Mo missed it. The red phoenix ancient ring with three patterns intertwined between her fingers, including red lotus, mandala and phoenix, flashed on the surface of the ring.

At this time, Mo Xianyu spoke out: "Master, we should not waste time any more. Find the Supreme Elder Tianxi as soon as possible. The future of the immortal world and the lives of the people in the world are urgent."

The beautiful woman with a good attitude said righteous words. I have to say that this scene can touch a man's heart and arouse his passion.

Baili Xingsu's eyes were calm, but nodded and said, "Xiaoxian, you are right, let's go."

Mo Xianyu lowered her eyes, her expression mysterious and unpredictable, making people unable to see what she really thought in her heart.

Bai Mo took the manzhu Shahua and walked behind Baili Xingsu and Mo Xianyu with Si Bai.

Zhuxiantai set a ban on air and could not fly with swords. The four of them walked in this desolate ancient battlefield, trying to avoid the irregular scattered white bones on the ground, and the stunning Manzhu Shahua blooming from the eyes and mouths of the corpse heads.

The ancient battlefield was extremely vast. In the world full of bones and bright red, I walked tirelessly for about a few days or longer. Finally, a tall tower with the light of the vermilion bird suddenly came into my eyes.

The tower is eight floors high, with a colorful top of the tower, which is beautiful and magnificent at the same time.

This is the Eight Desert Tower in the original work, and it is also the core of Zhuxiantai that has been locked in Tianxi for many years.

Bai Mo looked at the towering sky, the top of the tower was filled with brilliance, and the crescent moon with a faint blood-red and silver brilliance, making it even more mysterious. She felt that the pen and ink could not draw its magnificent charm.

Mo Xianyu raised his eyebrows and looked at the eight-story tower, and his eyes became hot and yearning for him.

There was an intuition in her heart that something was summoning her, and even the blood in her body began to boil inexplicably.

Mo Xianyu tried hard to suppress the heat deep in her beautiful eyes, licked her red lips, and asked as much as possible: "Master, how can we enter this tower?"

You guess ~

Bai Mo raised his eyebrows and smiled jokingly with bad intentions in his heart.

Those who have read the original work and know the plot must know how to enter the Eight Desert Towers, but now...

If you release the spiritual consciousness of the Nascent Soul cultivator and go around, you will find that the entire Eight Desert Tower is nowhere to be entered.

The woman in red casually clutched her sleeves, with a happy expression, her eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and she made up her mind to sit by and watch the whole thing.

It is best if you can't get in and go home directly, which can save her a lot of trouble.

Just as it was sounding, a faint and quiet voice of a woman was like a fairy, and she heard a bit of cold and jade-like voice, which sounded softly throughout the ancient battlefield: "...Who are you?"

The owner of this voice was Tianxi, the number one female fairy in the immortal sect who only heard her name but did not see her.

Bai Mo narrowed his eyes, not at all surprised by this scene.

A trace of heat flashed in Mo Xianyu's beautiful eyes, and his pink fists were clenched under his sleeves so that he would not rush forward regardless of his identity and report to his home.

According to the status and status, Mo Xianyu is not the turn of the way.

Baili Xingsu took a light step forward, bowed his hand and fists, his eyebrows and eyes were as cold as picturesque, and he said with neither humility nor arrogant words: "Elder Tianxi, the younger generation and others are disciples of Qingyun Sect."

"It turns out that he is a disciple of Qingyun Sect, and he is also my disciple. For thousands of years, no one has been able to reach this place like you... I have been trapped here for thousands of years..."

Tianxi's voice drifted between heaven and earth, revealing a lonely sadness and loneliness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Upon hearing this, a hint of ridicule flashed through Si Bai's ink eyes.

Lips, dangerously raised.

At this time, Tianxi asked again: "After saying that, you risk your life to enter the Zhuxian Realm and come here to find me, why?"

Baili Xingsu said word by word about the cracks in the demon sealing monument, the demonic energy leaked, and the precarious situation of the Immortal and Demon Continent, without exaggerating the words, just a very calm and objective statement.

The words are over.

Tianxi said: "The demon sealing monument is damaged and the demonic energy leaks out. In fact, I also have some responses..."

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Chapter completed!