The robes of the twelve guardians were raised, holding sharp blades, hanging in the sky, and together they exuded an aura that made the world tremble.
Like the messenger of the dark night, descending into the Chaoyang Hall!
The roar of the dragon came from afar, deafening, like thunder!
A dragon roar surged like a violent wind, spreading throughout the nine heavens and rolling among the sea of clouds. Every dragon scale on the body was as sharp as a blade!
The mammoth hundred-foot dragon soared into the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and the twelve protectors were full of momentum, majestic and majestic.
The man on the back of the hundred-foot dragon was dressed in splendid clothes that had already been dyed bright red by blood.
Ye Mohan held the massacre sword in his hand, his phoenix eyes were long and narrow, and a blood mole at the end of his eye was as brilliant as the rays of light. When his clothes fluttered, there seemed to be a faint smell of blood flowing in the sky.
He stared at the Chaoyang Hall, which accommodated one hundred thousand disciples. His stern face was cracked with extreme cruelty, and the bloodthirsty aura that had been hidden for a long time seemed to explode in an instant. His quiet, elegant, and secretive purple eyes were no longer calm.
Like the sea, it seems to have set off a tsunami and wind waves that can overturn mountains, seas, heaven and earth.
Madam Tianhuang, who was in Lingdie's carriage, noticed the changes outside. She lifted up the pearl-like gauze curtain and looked outside. When she saw Ye Mohan, her eyes shrank sharply, filled with shock.
Shouldn't this person die in the dungeon of Jiuzhou Shrine?
How could he appear in Shenxuan Academy?!
"Mrs. Tianhuang, if you dare to hurt her in the slightest, tomorrow my Holy Domain Iron Cavalry will trample your Heavenly Domain and kill all your Tianhuang clan."
Ye Mohan stood in the hazy sky, with lightning flashing through the black clouds above him. The twelve guardians around him were as powerful as killing people, and a hundred-foot giant dragon looked down upon everything.
His extremely suppressed voice was tinged with a trace of bloodthirsty hoarseness, and he looked down at the Psylocke carriage like a butcher soaked in blood.
At this time, dozens of martial arts masters stopped in mid-air, neither advancing nor retreating. They looked back at Madam Tianhuang.
"kill--"
Madam Tianhuang gave the order without hesitation.
The martial arts masters all took action, emitting power that shattered the world.
Dragons roared everywhere.
The hundred-foot giant dragon swooped down, and Ye Mohan jumped out lightly, as fast as lightning.
Everyone saw the bloody afterimage passing quickly in the strong wind, heading straight for thirty martial arts masters!
Red shadows quickly shuttled between these martial arts masters.
A moment.
behind them.
In mid-air, a figure stood steadily.
Ye Mohan was so gloomy and evil, and the sword blade in his hand was flowing with bright red blood.
The strong wind blew the hem of his clothes rustling.
He turned his back to dozens of Wu Xuan masters who were standing still, his broken hair lightly covering his coquettish and bloody brows, and then he lazily raised his eyelids, revealing an extremely cruel smile.
At the same moment, the bodies of dozens of martial arts masters behind him exploded and turned into rain of blood.
Ye Mohan slowly turned around, and the hundred-foot dragon flew past and carried him back.
Liu Hongyi stood in front of the Spirit Butterfly carriage, looking at Ye Mohan with fascination, her heart beating violently.
She had been in the Sanctuary for so many years, and from the first time they met, her heart only beat for the strongest man in the Sanctuary.
Even today, there are no exceptions.
She has always been crazy about him, even willing to tear her soul apart and dedicate it to him.
She saw.
The hundred-foot giant dragon carried Ye Mohan to the gilded platform of Chaoyang Hall. He was dressed in blood-clothed clothes and had a tall and spiritual figure. He walked down slowly and elegantly.
Ye Mohan came to Chu Yue's side, stretched out his hand, and saw the dragon scales coming out of the body, converging into one, turning into a large black cloak, and falling into Ye Mohan's hands.
He put the ink-like cloak on Chu Yue's body, gently held Chu Yue's hand, frowned slightly, and asked: "Why is it so cold?"