Ranbai half lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes covered the bottomless look. His expression was so calm that he had no emotions, a kind of extreme coldness and indifference intertwined.

She glanced at the blood in her hands and seemed to sneer. The ending sound was crushed in the cold wind, as if mocking and ruthless.

Ranbai has always been as good as he wants, not seeking life or death, so why not be afraid?

This illusion is the most feared scene in the original owner's heart.

——Massacre within the demon clan!

And now,

The illusion reappears this scene.

Ranbai narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and his pupils were strange and dark. She seemed to think of something interesting and chuckled very lightly. The corners of her red lips opened gently, with a kind of excitement and elegant weirdness.

at the same time,

Outside the fantasy,

Duanyuan Peak.

The sound of the piano is lingering and lasting for a long time.

The young immortal king's white clothes are like snow, on the top of the mountain, without any dust in the world.

And at this moment,

Yu Chen looked at Qingying's small figure running over, his fingertips paused slightly, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, his pupils were deep and cold, and he looked down at the snow-white rabbit in front of him.

The immortal king's voice is cold and his tone is indifferent: "Why are you back?"

The little rabbit was the one that Ranbai took away. He followed Ranbai around these days and was playing wild. This was the first time he came back. At this moment, he tilted his little head and waved his soft and fluffy claws gently.

Yu Chen became silent and his spiritual consciousness spread.

Fantasy.

He had no intention of invading others' illusion, but suddenly he found that wisps of black mist overflowed from the man's environment, but it was instantly annihilated, not easy to detect, as if it had never appeared.

The immortal master paused.

Demonic energy.

Yu Chen, the Xuanqing Sect’s trial of the illusion, has always known that once he cannot overcome the source of fear, he is doomed to fail.

But there is another extreme practice that rarely appears.

Massacre in the illusion.

In the trials of all ages, no one has ever experienced such a situation.

This matter has nothing to do with him. The right and wrong of others is the cause and effect, and what he does is ultimately borne by himself.

The immortal king was quiet for a while, his expression was always free of joy or sorrow, and his deity was cold and desireless.

The little rabbit next to him shook his ears and jumped in place with a bit of impatience, scratching the ground with his claws.

No one knew what the Immortal Lord was thinking, but in the end, he still spread a wisp of spiritual consciousness and penetrated into the illusion, but saw the cruel scene of blood flowing into a river and white bones.

The sound of the wind seemed to be still.

In the night when there is no dawn, there is only a blood moon covering the sky and the sun.

A figure was seen from a distance from the high level stained with blood.

Red-clothed ink hair, holding a sword in one hand.

The evil intention is awe-inspiring and condescending.

The long sword was blood-red and winded with red blood.

That kind of picture,

Somehow, Yu Chen remembered it for many years.

After a second or two, the Immortal Lord retracted his spiritual consciousness.

That was the first time he broke the law in several years.

He didn't know what that man had experienced before that person had experienced such an illusion.

only.

The young immortal king sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, his figure hidden in the fog of fairy, his white clothes were like snow and frost in the cold winter.

His cold and delicate bones are unrestless, and his appearance is like a god, and his indifferent temperament. Even if he closes his eyes, what makes people notice at first glance is still the cold and solemn temperament that is tall and above.

In the illusion,

The red-clothed Demon Lord was straight and straight, with a vicious and violent aura. His sword pointed to the sky, and the sword blade as thin as Dongshuang reflected a cold light. He just wanted to destroy the illusion with one sword, but a figure appeared in front of him out of thin air.

White clothes fall from the sky like snow.

When his clothes fluttered, his astonishing face was always cold and indifferent.

Almost at the moment when he noticed someone appeared, Ranbai's wrist suddenly flipped, the sword blade swept across the sky, and the wind flew, and was surrounded by awe-inspiring murderous intent and approaching the illusory figure!

The cold light of the sword blade reflects the girl's eyes in the abyss.

A whistle!

The most harsh sound of the sword energy collided.

Xue Ji suddenly unsheathed and flipped over the blade that was approaching in front of him-!

The immortal king held the sword in one hand, with long joints. The sword edge of the soul sacred sword was only an inch away from him. He was blocked by Xue Ji and was crossed by his heart. The sword energy was radiant, but he was not surprised, he only defended but did not attack, his light-colored lips lightly opened, and he spit out four words briefly. The sound quality was clear and cold, and he always contained the laws of the great way: "Concentrate the heart, calm the spirit."

The words and turns were like broken ice sinking into the cold pond and falling into Ranbai's ears, making her move pale, pressing her fingertips against the hilt of the sword.

The distance between them was only a sword, and they were so far away, standing on the top of the high-level.

The night was silent and cold, and the blood moon was pouring down huge darkness, the wind was rushing, the mourning was everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

But Ranbai captured a faint fragrance lingering in the air in that moment. It was not fragrant or strong, but cold and clean. The coldness of ice and snow was shining with the eternal solemnity that no one else could do, which made people sober.

She looked at the slender figure in white clothes in front of her, and the silver-white sword was standing in front of her heart, only an inch away, reflecting the deep and warm eyes of the Immortal Lord, as if she saw the vast world of everything reincarnation, but was calm.

After a long time, Ranbai stared at the figure in front of her and slowly read out two words, and turned from her lips and teeth. She had an indescribable meaning, and a hidden feeling came out of her mouth. In this blood-flowing world, it was revealed by her, giving people a ridiculous ambiguity but cold: "Immortal Lord."

The fingers of the Immortal Lord buckled on the silver-white sword hilt are cold and slender, with a very beautiful contrast, making the cool tone look sharp.

He reminded calmly: "No killing is allowed here."

The illusion was indeed extremely realistic, and her current physical condition was as serious as before, and her consciousness could hardly bear it. Ranbai stared at Yu Chen's appearance and suddenly took action. She raised her hand and quickly touched Yu Chen's hand, pressing her cold fingertips against Yu Chen's cold and hard joints.

Such a sudden action without any warning made Yu Chen stunned for a moment, looking at her silently without avoiding it.

"Phantom Body?" Ranbai's face looked a little strange.

Although it's very similar...but it's not a real person.

Can Yu Chen's illusion mirror appear here?

Shouldn't it be fear?

The original owner and the Immortal Lord Yu Chen of Xuanqing Sect have never known each other. She is afraid of Yu Chen???

What a confusing environment operation.

Then I actually kept in mind her in the illusion.

Tsk.

Ranbai originally planned to destroy the illusion directly, but Yu Chen's illusion body appeared here very strangely. Bai would not tease him for a moment.

The girl was silent for two seconds, then leaned forward and hugged the Immortal Lord.

She wrapped her hands around Yu Chen's waist, her long eyelashes drooped slightly, and her curves were very lingering. Her white jaw rubbed against Xianjun's thin and fair neck. Her movements were a bit secret and intimate, and her tone was lazy and weird, with a little smile: "But what should I do if I can't control it."

Suddenly being hugged like this, the immortal king's body was slightly stiff. He stopped for a second or two, and his long white fingers pressed against the girl's shoulder.
Chapter completed!