hey demon

Chapter 156
Rotten Swamp, a dangerous place on the border of the Dali Dynasty. There are many poisonous miasmas and snakes in it.

I don't know when the colorful red mist filled the air, covering the entire swamp.

Crying, the cry of piercing gold and cracking rocks echoed in the swamp, and the shadow of a divine bird was looming in the red mist. It was engulfed in a sea of ​​flames, rushing left and right, trying to break through the blockade of the red mist, but it still couldn't do it.

These red mist seem to be as thin as veil and soft as water, but they can't be burned by fire or blown away by wind, but they are actually extremely strong.

"Damn it, when did such a tyrannical ghost appear in the dynasty."

Standing on Li Yanque's back with a bright silver gun in his hand, looking at the endless red mist that covered the sky and isolated the inside and outside, Dongli Wang Zhao Wushuang's face was extremely ugly.

In Jinyang City, he burned the Qingjiang River with the real fire of Samadhi, severely injuring the Qixuanlong Lord who transformed the ghost, and forced it to escape from tail to tail. In order to completely solve this trouble for the dynasty, he chased and killed him all the way.

Originally, he thought it was a very simple matter, after all, the Seven Profound Dragon Lord was severely injured by him, but he did not expect that this old demon was as slippery as a loach, with extremely rich means of saving his life, and several times in his hands He escaped from death, and in the end he united with two big monsters and led him into this trap.

"This red mist looks like mist but not mist. It contains all kinds of emotions and six desires. It is charming. I can't delay any longer."

Feeling the power that was constantly pulling his soul, Zhao Wushuang's eyes were full of dignity.

Hum, there is light between the eyebrows, the internal scene secret technique·Mountain Crown is running, blessing Li Yanque, the Yin God hooks up with the silver spear, and a red, yellow, and white flame quietly condenses on the tip of Zhao Wushuang's spear. Samadhi real fire.

The sound of scoffing was endless. At the moment when the real fire of samadhi appeared, the surrounding red mist quickly rolled up, emitting wisps of green smoke. The red mist that had been burned by the fire before had not changed at this moment finally changed, as if Like a living creature, it spontaneously avoided the surrounding area.

Seeing such a scene, Zhao Wushuang calmed down slightly.

"Burning the river."

Concentrating his mind and running the inner scene secret technique with all his strength, Zhao Wushuang swung the bright silver gun in his hand.

The tip of the spear crossed the void, leaving behind a thread of fire, red, yellow and white intertwined, and endless power burst out, evolving into a sea of ​​flames, sweeping across the surrounding area, and at this moment, the red mist in the sky continued to recede.

At the same time, outside the red mist, a man and a demon stood side by side, silently watching this scene.

The person is a young woman, wearing a wide-sleeved red gauze dress, with three thousand hairs hanging down to her waist, wearing a red gauze scarf, unable to see her face clearly, only a pair of bright eyes that seem to contain autumn water, one glance makes people feel Can't help but sink into it.

And the monster is a four-winged chilly monster, with a deep cold feeling looming all over its body, as if it can freeze the void, it is a thousand-year-old monster.

"Ghost mother, don't you really need my help? Although this kid's samadhi real fire is only in its infancy, it vaguely restrains your mortal mist. If you really let him escape, it will not be so easy to trap him gone."

Vaguely seeing the three-color sea of ​​flames, and feeling the mood that everything is incinerated, the Four-Winged Chilling Demon spoke, but although he said to help, there was no trace of anxiety in his expression.

Hearing this, the woman called Ghost Mother turned around and took a look at it.

The autumn water was turbulent, as if it contained thousands of amorous feelings, in this eyes, the Four-winged Chilling Monster was throbbing, and almost fell into it.

The feeling of coldness permeates, and the sky is full of snow. Breaking free from the sinking, and looking away, a look of fear flashed in the depths of the four-winged Chilling Demon's eyes.

"Although the world of mortals is ten feet tall, it can trap all living beings, and he can't get out."

Like the sound of a clear spring, the ghost mother spoke. Although the voice was very soft, it had unshakable firmness.

Hearing this, she lowered her gaze, and the Four-winged Chilling Demon didn't say anything more.

And at this moment, the sea of ​​fog was rolling, as if there were endless red mist rolling in from nothingness, constantly squeezing the fiery three-color sea of ​​flames, no matter how much the three-color sea of ​​fire burned, more red mist would always be born .

Huh, the fiery sea of ​​flames was extinguished, and the sky was covered with red mist, just like the beginning.

Seeing such a scene, the fear in the Four Wings Chilling Demon's heart became even greater.

Even though he had been prepared for a long time and set up a trap with Lord Qixuanlong as his guide, the ghost mother could so easily suppress Zhao Wushuang, who had mastered the real fire of samadhi, still made her heart startled.

Getting along with each other, it may be even more unbearable than Zhao Wushuang's performance.

Time passed, ten days passed in a blink of an eye, a ghost and a demon silently guarded outside the red mist.

During this process, Zhao Wushuang also tried to break out of the siege many times, but they all failed. Now his struggle has become weaker and weaker.

"It's been ten days, and the old Taoist Qianyang has never made a move. It seems that he really failed to survive the thunder tribulation."

Tsk tsk smiled strangely, looking at the calm sea of ​​red mist without any waves, the four-winged Chilling Monster spoke, with undisguised gloating in his words.

"Mother Ghost, I will truthfully report your achievements this time to King Cicada. I will leave the matter here to you. I still need to go to Tianmenguan."

After getting the answer she wanted, Chilling Cicada with Four Wings did not want to spend any more time with the ghost mother, so she said goodbye.

Hearing this, she glanced at the clear sky, and the ghost mother nodded.

Hum, the four wings vibrated and turned into a stream of light, and the four-winged Chilling Demon went away in an instant.

"Daoist Qianyang, the King of Cicadas."

Looking at the back of the Four-winged Chilling Demon, a sharp brilliance flashed in the eyes of the ghost mother, and she murmured softly.

"How are you thinking these days, Mr. Long? Would you like to become the deputy landlord of my Red Mansion?"

Withdrawing her gaze and looking at the sea of ​​red mist, the ghost mother spoke again.

It was at this time that the red mist rolled, and a figure was so illusory to the extreme, as if it might dissipate at any time, a pale flood dragon without a tail appeared from the red mist, it was the Seven Profound Dragon Lord.

From the beginning to the end, Zhao Wushuang was not the only one who was trapped in this ten-foot world of mortals, but also the Qixuan Dragon Lord who was acting as a bait, but all these four-winged chilling monsters didn't know it. In its eyes, Qixuan who was acting as a bait Long Jun has been killed by Zhao Wushuang.

Hearing this, Qi Xuanlong Lord was full of fear in his heart when he looked at the calm, unobtrusive ghost mother.

"Qixuan has met the landlord."

The ghost changed into a human form, Qixuanlong Lord bowed to the ghost mother, it is not troublesome for the ghost to change the shape.

Although he was very unwilling, he had learned the methods of the ghost mother. Facing the invitation of the ghost mother, Qi Xuanlong Lord still chose to accept it. After all, he is a real dragon who can be big or small. It also needs the help of the ghost mother to recover from its injuries.

Looking at the Seven Profound Dragon Lord like this, ignoring the unwillingness and resentment in the depths of its eyes, the ghost mother's eyes were filled with joy, and at the same time, there was an extra black hair behind her.

Averting her eyes, the ghost mother turned her eyes to the red mist again. Through the red mist, she saw Zhao Wushuang who had fallen into a deep sleep. His face was ferocious and constantly changing, as if he was having a nightmare.

"There are many troubles in the world of mortals. Instead of struggling meaninglessly, it is better to sink and seek bliss."

Muttering softly, the three thousand strands of hair behind Ghost Mother spread endlessly, protruding into the red mist, wrapping the sleeping Zhao Wu in double layers, turning them into a big cocoon.

After doing all this, looking at the still unchanged sky, the boulder hanging in Ghost Mother's heart finally fell.

"It's time to leave."

All the goals have been achieved, no longer staying any longer, rolling up the world of mortals ten feet away, and taking the Seven Profound Dragon Lord with him, the ghost mother's figure disappeared instantly.

(End of this chapter)