Heavy rain fell from the sky and strong winds blew.
Huajiazi looked at the ceiling and murmured strangely: "Why is it raining so hard? Hasn't summer arrived yet?"
Snap!
Another thunder and lightning fell, and with a snap, a statue of a god above the temple was split in half by lightning. The statue was none other than the demon-slayer fairy Hua Qianxi who was admired and praised by the people of Lingxiao Kingdom.
Huajiazi hurriedly chased him out. When he saw the crushed mud on the ground, he was stunned and couldn't say a word.
…
The main hall of the test temple was sealed off by Feng Qingyang with a barrier, blocking the curious footsteps of Huajiazi and the prying eyes of some ghosts and snake gods.
"Ahhh! Kill the devil! Kill the devil!"
Suddenly, the woman who was unconscious in Feng Qingyang's arms suddenly opened her blood-red eyes, and her big round eyes were replaced by thick hatred.
Feng Qingyang's heart ached, and he grabbed the woman's crazy hand with his big hand.
On those small hands controlled by the blood-red dark light, the purple-red dark light surged fiercely, as if it wanted to dig out his heart!
"Xi'er, are you really willing to kill me?"
Feng Qingyang met the woman's furious eyes gently, and the tender light was like a ray of sunshine in the darkness, shining straight into the woman's eyes.
The big blood-red eyes became painful.
It was like two souls were struggling and fighting in her body. Her face became pale and distorted...
"Feng Qingyang, go...go!!!"
In pain, Chen Xi pushed Feng Qingyang away violently, and she shook her head uncomfortably, as if trying to shake off something.
Feng Qing raised her eyebrows and turned her palms.
Suddenly, he transformed into the appearance of the Demon Lord.
Silver hair was flying, purple-red phoenix eyes fell sharply on Chen Xi, and the purple-red dark light pushed out by his two palms instantly enveloped Chen Xi.
Chen Xi's body shook, as if his whole body was trapped by double the atmospheric pressure, unable to move.
The nine-turn psychic ring on her finger suddenly burst into light.
Two purple-red rays of light met, and a beam of sharp light burst out from the colored ice lotus on Chen Xi's neck.
Feng Qingyang transformed into a wisp of smoke and got into Chen Xi's nine-turn psychic ring without hesitation.
…
Humans have three souls, one is the heaven soul, the second is the earth soul, and the third is the soul of life.
When unexpected situations occur to these three souls, people will lose their minds and do some crazy things.
In the Nine-Turn Psychic Ring, the purple-red sky turned scarlet for some reason.
What was supposed to be a paradise with green grass, chirping birds and fragrant flowers has now become a mess in the hands of a crazy woman who hacked and killed with the Wentian Sword.
A small yellow cat with peach-shaped eyes was trembling all over, huddled behind a large bare tree in fear, its eyes tightly covered with its little paws, not daring to look directly at the madness in the distance.
"Kill-kill-kill! Kill the devil! Kill him..."
The crimson light swung out from the head of the Wentian Sword, turning everything it passed into ashes.
Suddenly, the red-eyed woman turned around suddenly, her sharp gaze fell on a certain tree trunk, her gaze was like a torch, and she shouted in a cold voice: "Come out!"
"Fairy sister..."
Hua Miao held her head and slowly revealed a smooth little pup from behind the big tree. Suddenly she noticed a sharp light coming from her. She shuddered and immediately stood at attention. She raised her paws and surrendered: "Sister, it's me.
Me! Don’t kill me!”
The red shadow in the distance drew a smooth arc in the tight air.