The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

"Alan, it's time to bring me back." A cold voice slowly sounded from the darkness.

As the words fell, a graceful and clear voice immediately responded: "Okay, Master."

A cold wind blew up in the darkness for no reason, and the dim street lights flickered a few times in the wind.

The cool breeze blew by, and the drunken man on the roadside actually woke up a little from his drunkenness.

"Hey, why is it suddenly a little cold?"

As he said that, he walked quickly towards home with a nervous look on his face.

No one noticed that there was a pair of greedy eyes hidden in the darkness behind: "It smells so good."

Nancheng Liyuan is the largest mental hospital in Nancheng.

Watching the clock on the wall slowly point to zero, the dean closed his eyes again and clenched the things in his hands.

"Is Yan Lang really not going to get up and take a look at me?" A gust of wind blew up in the room for no reason, but it fell on the dean's ears like a lover's murmur.

There was no warmth in his heart, he only felt that his whole body was chilled from head to toe, and his heartbeat stopped for a few seconds.

The moonlight peeked out from the window and shone on the ground, pale as snow.

"Is Yan Lang being too cruel? How long did it take for him to completely forget about Alan this time?"

Hearing this, Dean Yan's hands tightened even more, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Under the pale moonlight, a figure appeared out of thin air.

She was dressed in red clothes that looked like blood, with black hair hanging down behind her, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes were slightly glaring. With her beautiful face, she could bear the title of a beauty.

Dean Yan stood up, lowered his eyes, and saluted, without raising his head to look at her. He only said respectfully, "Why did Lord Alan say this? I wonder if you can handle the matter that the Lord has told me. Do you need your subordinates to do anything?" "

Hearing this, Alan's eyes slowly moved down and rested on Dean Yan for a while, then he sneered and said, "Mr. Yan is still the same as before, nothing has changed."

As the words fell, Alan's entire figure disappeared.

Dean Yan stood there for a long time and slowly opened his palms, only to see that the thing originally held in them had turned into ashes.

Seeing this scene, he immediately smiled bitterly and went back to the bed to lie down, because he knew that Alan would not come again.

At the same time, in room 608.

Alan sat lazily on the edge of the bed, looking at Liu Guanlin who had fallen into a deep sleep, with disdain on his face: "Liu Guanlin, are you still awake?"

"Thank you, Lord Alan, for your help."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Guanlin slowly opened his eyes, the turbidity in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he said respectfully.

Alan stared at his eyes for a while and sneered: "Liu Guanlin, do you think you don't have to go back and accept the master's punishment for using some tricks? Don't be too naive."

"Guan Lin doesn't dare." Liu Guanlin stood up solemnly and saluted Alan with his fists clasped.

"Let's go."

"I would also like to ask Mr. Alan to take action."

Alan glanced at him lightly and said nothing. He only raised his hand and a black mist instantly involved Liu Guanlin.

At this time, the night was getting dark, and the crescent moon hung high in the sky.

Yan Qiao slowly withdrew from the practice, her eyes flashed slightly: "It's finally here."

As soon as she finished speaking, she disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, she appeared in the woods a hundred miles away. The Evil-Destroying Sword appeared in front of her out of thin air. She stepped on the sword, and it suddenly turned into a sword light and disappeared into the night.

"Someone is following."

Alan's voice suddenly sounded in Liu Guanlin's ears.

Before he could figure it out, a figure appeared in front of them. "is her!"

After seeing the person clearly, Liu Guanlin's expression suddenly changed.

"It seems that he is your enemy, and he is a powerful enemy."

Alan glanced at the person indifferently and came to a conclusion in an instant.

Liu Guanlin's face was extremely expressionless, "She is the one who caused my strength to be greatly reduced, the one who has great luck."

Looking at Yan Qiao, Alan suddenly sneered and said: "You do have some strength, even I was almost deceived."

Liu Guanlin emerged from the black mist and stood with Alan.

Yan Qiao walked out of the darkness with a calm expression, and the Evil Killing Sword under his feet disappeared into the air instantly.

She frowned slightly, this person's aura.
"Let me come and meet you." Alan smiled delicately, but the coldness in his eyes was particularly eye-catching.

Before he finished speaking, a dark shadow appeared behind Yan Qiao.

Feeling the movement coming from behind, Yan Qiao slowly raised his eyes to look at her. The Evil Killing Sword appeared out of thin air and slashed straight behind him with the power of thunder.

"what!"

As the horrifying screams sounded, the ghost suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"careful!"

Liu Guanlin kept staring at Yan Qiao closely. When he saw her movements, his pupils shrank and he shouted.

Seeing his ghostly shadow being easily dispersed, Alan's eyes flashed red, and his usually charming voice suddenly became sharp: "She is the one who should be careful!"

But in an instant, black mist filled the surroundings, and everything Yan Qiao saw was darkness.

The combination of demonic energy and yin energy not only has the ability to confuse sight, but also has an inexplicable power to confuse people's hearts.

Yan Qiao's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze locked in the black mist, and he clearly captured Alan's movement track.

The Evil-Destroying Sword flew out from her side and struck in the direction she pointed with the power of thunder!

As soon as the power of thunder came out, the black mist dispersed wherever it passed, but the surrounding black mist was too dense, but it was covered up again in an instant.

Feeling the powerful power of thunder, Alan sneered, and countless ghost figures crawled out from the ground and rushed towards the Evil Killing Sword.

"Let me see what other methods you have." Alan's penetrating voice surrounded him in the black mist.

Hearing this, Yan Qiao's eyes flashed, and she raised her hand to hold it in the thick fog.

The huge palm condensed in the void, and with powerful and domineering power, it grabbed where Alan was.

Alan's expression suddenly changed when he noticed the arrival of the giant palm, and he almost narrowly avoided the attack of the giant palm.

But she was still inevitably injured by the thunder power carried by the giant palm, and she frowned.

Looking at the black mist that disappeared due to the power of thunder, her eyes darkened, and she raised her eyes to look at Yan Qiao.

"You should die!" Alan's voice was extremely low, and his pupils turned scarlet as she spoke.

Looking at her appearance, Yan Qiao said calmly: "It's you who should die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black mist filled up again and blocked their sight.

Yan Qiao's expression did not change as he listened to countless screams coming from his ears.

Alan's face suddenly came close to hers, "Are you looking for me?"

As she approached, a biting coldness came from behind. Yan Qiao's aura suddenly changed, and a huge force spread out from her body.

"puff!"