God hates you!

Hearing this name, Fan Qing suddenly grabbed his heart, and a trembling feeling came down from the top door and instantly penetrated his whole body.

The name of Gods and Ghosts is actually full of evil deeds, with fierce flames surging, and it is hard to write about. Ten years ago, the ghosts and Ghosts had found some luck, and they practiced the secret technique of the Nine Treasures of the Netherworld to the realm of the Six Desire Demons, and ran rampant in the southern country, and no one could control it. In the end, it is said that they died during the great changes in Mount Donghua.

Before that, the name of God's hatred will be above the ghost's hatred.

The Form Cong is proficient in the Five Aggregation Yin Demon Art, and is best at turning women who have practiced Taoism into genus Yin Demon Art. At that time, Nan Songzi, who obtained the residual version of the "Five Aggregation Yin Demon Sutra", was able to become famous on both sides of the Cangjiang River. The Form Congregation will only be ten times stronger. Of course, the more people who have been killed for practicing the Demon Art are ten times more, and more than a hundred times more.

The female cultivator who fell into the hands of the semen was really hard to die, and Fan Qing could not be afraid of it.

Semen completely grasped Fan Qing's psychological changes, and laughed slowly. He knelt down and slowly turned Fan Qing's body, letting her pillow on her knees, her head drooped slightly, and her eyes were charming and bright, facing her eyes that were wide open because of fear.

Because of the method of imprisoning the form aggregate, Fan Qing could not see the other person's face clearly. Only the pair of eyes occupied the entire mind. He felt that the smoke screen was heavy and the color was bright red, like a bright gauze tent. In a flash, it seemed that a bright moon rose up and broke through layer by layer.

This is a kind of pupil technique that is good at color aggregate. When this pair of eyes shines, Fan Qing has no strength on his body and is confused. Those "red gauze tents" actually symbolize Fan Qing's own defense and are reflected in the demon's eyes. Under the breeze and bright moon, it floats and rolls, eats the magic light and penetrates the heart and embeds the magic pattern on the soul.

At this point, Fan Qing's only struggle power completely disappeared, his eyes were still open, but he was empty and unoriented, as if he had lost his soul.

Se Yun smiled slightly, leaned down, the rose-colored lips connected with Fan Qing's lips and teeth, opened his teeth, and a pill that had been placed at the bottom of his tongue rolled in. At the same time, she held Fan Qing's hand on the back of her neck and injected the continuous source of demonic energy, which only rolled in the female cultivator's internal organs.

Although Fan Qing had lost consciousness, he still had an instinctive reaction. The hand of the semen made her very painful, frowning, curled up, and her body trembled, and a layer of sweat overflowed in an instant.

Above the level of Huandan, there is no natural need for sweating. This situation is caused by a stress reaction caused by damage. All the energy is flowing out. Sweating once is almost the same as injury, making her body weaker. In the sweat, there is an extremely faint fragrance that evaporates and blends with the smell of this jungle.

After doing all this, Se Yun's face turned a little flushed, and his breath was unstable, which was very consumed. She didn't rest, and reached out to point her fingers between Fan Qing's eyebrows and penetrated into the Five Ancient Yin Demon Sutra a secret technique of controlling souls. Only then did she be satisfied and patted Fan Qing's waist and hips to make her get up.

Fan Qing held his body and stood up slowly. His movements were a little stiff at first, but it quickly returned to normal. His eyes were regained, but they were very silent. Then he walked forward and headed towards the turbulent direction of the vitality deep in the jungle.

"Sect Master Gu is so slow this time, Senior Sheng is even slower than him."

Tens of miles away, Ling Jiao had already collected his sword and directed the monks to deal with various matters after capturing the bandit's nest. But she was very nervous and was not very good at such aftermath. Moreover, there were too many wounded people here, and all the monks who were captured were injured. There were only seven people on her side, so she couldn't take care of them, so she complained about Sheng and Gu.

As she finished speaking, she felt something and saw a figure floating in the jungle.

"Hey, why is Senior Sister Fan coming?" Ling Jiao was impatient with the miscellaneous things around his hands, so he immediately found a reason, "Maybe there is something wrong there, I'll go and have a look."

The other monks were so busy that they hit the back of their heads, so they didn't have time to pay attention to her.

Ling Jiaofei passed by and greeted him from afar. She and Fan Qing had been in a relationship for seven or eight years and had a very good relationship. She invited Fan Qing to join the patrol team. But this time, Fan Qing seemed to be in a bad mood and did not respond immediately.

After looking back, Ling Jiao was a little surprised without Gu Zhi's shadow: Is there really something wrong there...

Before she could stop her, the long sword on her back sounded.

In an instant, the smile on Ling Jiao's face disappeared, his figure suddenly stopped, and he shouted: "Senior Sister Fan stopped!"

Fan Qing had no intention of stopping at all. On the contrary, his speed surged and rushed towards her. Halfway through, he had already drawn his sword, and his sword energy roared and locked her, fierce and ruthless.

Ling Jiao's curved eyebrows frowned, and the long sword behind him turned into a strong light, soaring into the sky, the sword energy roared, and slashed at the tip of the sword that Fan Qing stabbed. The latter was fierce, but in fact his spirit was scattered, and he was just an empty frame. How could he be able to defeat him? When the sword weapon was out of hand, he threw it away and hit the tree, and then he stopped.

The flying sword returned silently to the sheath, Ling Jiao rushed forward a few steps, became cautious again, and came to Fan Qing carefully. The qi and energy entered first. The female cultivator was confused, and the qi and blood in her body rose and fell and reversed, so she instantly felt a layer of sweat, extremely weak and had no power to move.

Ling Jiao's eyes were sharp, and he stabbed in the direction of Fan Qing coming from the direction. The unique secret soul searching technique of Luan Jianxuan was like an invisible sword light, flying around, heading a hundred miles away, but no discovery was made.

Gu Zhi and the injured female cultivator who was saved were gone.

"The leader of Sect Gu is the backbone of Buyun Club. He was temporarily invited by the team. He is very suspicious, only the female cultivator..."

Just as he was thinking, another muffled sound beside him. When he looked back, he saw a thin monk who was hardly knocked down from the sky. He had broken a few bones and fell into a coma. It was the flying centipede. Sheng Tong rushed over and saw Fan Qing like this, his brows were also frowning:

"What's going on?"

Ling Jiao talked about the previous incident. At the same time, Sheng Tong also spread the divine consciousness sensing. He was a dignified real person in Changsheng, and his thousands of miles of range was also in his palm, but he shook his head behind him:

"I saw no clues, hey, let me see what Deacon Fan is doing."

As he said that, he also went to take Fan Qing's pulse. After a moment of searching, he exclaimed: "Come on."

Ling Jiao walked forward as he spoke. As soon as he saw Fan Qing's face, he saw the female cultivator's eyes suddenly opened, and two full moons rose up, pulling his mind and making people unable to extricate themselves.

In a shock, Ling Jiao's wisdom sword cut off the illusion and instinctively retreated. At the same time, layers of rays of light outside his body were rising, stacking thousands of layers.

"Danxia's robes are indeed well-deserved!"
Chapter completed!