From Leng Palace Princess Gou Cheng Martial Dao Supreme

Chapter 138
"tread!"

"tread!"

"tread!"

The strange footsteps came from the ears, as if beating on everyone's heart.

"laugh!"

The blood rain poured down, and the vigorously burning fire was extinguished in an instant.

The only light source in the dark night disappeared.

Everything was plunged into absolute darkness, icy blood rained down from the sky, and strange footsteps echoed around.

The breathing was heavy.

Accompanied by the sound of the blade being unsheathed.

"Everyone gathers back to back!"

Uncle Mo's hoarse voice was like thunder, ringing in everyone's ears.

The crowd surged and quickly gathered together.

Duanmu Wan'er grabbed Jiang Zirou's wrist with such force that she could feel the coldness of her fingers and tremble uncontrollably.

"what is this?"

Jiang Zirou asked in a low voice, with a dark crimson light in her eyes, the darkness didn't affect her much.

"It's weird..."

Duanmu Wan'er trembled, "Don't panic, Uncle Mo and the others will protect us."

You are already scared like this... Jiang Zirou sighed and raised his guard silently.

"what!"

A shrill scream exploded in people's ears.

The crowd that had finally calmed down suddenly became chaotic.

"who is it!?"

In the darkness, Uncle Mo's eyes were sharp, and he looked in the direction of the screams.

"It's Little Six...Little Six is ​​dead!"

An uncontrollable sound of fear came, with a crying voice.

Jiang Zirou also turned around, looked behind her, her pupils shrank slightly.

On the ground, half of his body was bleeding.

The death was extremely tragic. It was cut in half, and the internal organs of the upper half of the body were hollowed out, leaving only shriveled flesh, fat and pale ribs.

People around can't see it.

But those present are all powerful fighters, and their five senses are far beyond ordinary people.

Even if you lose your vision, you can roughly tell how tragic things just happened just by relying on your senses of hearing, smell, and touch.

Someone died.

And it was tragic.

But the weird footsteps still never went away.

Instead, it becomes denser as time goes by.

Everyone's spirits were tense, their muscles were tense, and their eyes were wide open.

There were blue veins and blood streaks on the neck.

The body is like a bow and arrow full of strength, ready to leave the string at any time, but in this state, both the spirit and strength are consumed extremely quickly.

not to mention.

Bloody raindrops from the sky were pouring down on everyone.

The rainwater has a fishy smell, and it seems to contain some kind of curse power. It is sticky, and the vitality in the body is quickly consumed.

Finally, when everyone's emotions gradually relaxed.

"what!"

Another person died, and the corpse was equally hideous.

People start to break down.

In the dark night, Uncle Mo gritted his teeth and his face became extremely ugly.

Even Jiang Zirou was a little surprised, the first time it was an accident, but for the second attack, even Jiang Zirou didn't find out how the monsters hidden in the mist succeeded.

"Shh!"

Like a knife cutting through the air, the third attack followed.

Everyone's eyes were full of fear. Under such a strange power, even the most powerful Uncle Mo in the team.

I can only pray that the scythe of death will not fall on my young lady's head.

However, it is counterproductive.

In the darkness, the mist surged, and the sharp claws jumped out of it, crossed Uncle Mo's side, and grabbed Duanmu Wan'er.

"Damn! Get out of here!!!"

Uncle Mo's expression changed suddenly.

But it was too late.

Although he couldn't see with his eyes, the strong wind was blowing in his face, and he heard Uncle Mo's roar rang in his ears.

Duanmu Wan'er also understood that this attack was coming towards her.

She closed her eyes, waiting for the arrival of death, with a hint of relief in her heart... Thinking of all the things in her life, she just felt that it was a pity that she would die so dishonorably.

The expected severe pain did not come.

"Teng!"

Platinum-golden flames burn blazingly.

Jiang Zirou's eyes were sharp, and his slender fingers pinched the hooks made of mist in his hands.

"caught you!"

next moment.

The phoenix blood talent was revealed, and the flames enveloped her whole body.

Use your palms hard.

"Crack!"

Jiang Zirou broke the hook claw that wantonly harvested life into several pieces.

But before it hit the ground, it turned into mist and disappeared.

In the surrounding gray mist, there are no creatures that people expected. From the beginning to the end, it is the mist itself that reaps the lives!

The phoenix fire burned, illuminating the darkness.

Duanmu Wan'er turned her face sideways, her fair and charming face was full of disbelief.

She saw that Jiang Zirou was bathed in pure white and holy flames, her pupils glowed with cold light, her long hair was scattered like a waterfall, and her aura was as vast as the ocean, like a phoenix goddess reborn from the ashes, which made people look up to.

"No wonder…"

Uncle Mo's heart was shocked, but his expression remained calm, secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

In the darkness, I suddenly saw a scorching flame.

It is inevitable that the eyes will be injured. People stretched out their hands to cover their faces and let out low cries of pain, but on their expressions, there was more joy in their lives after the catastrophe.

"Be careful, he's here again!"

The crowd tensed again.

Seeing the eyes, the thick gray fog gradually gathered together.

It became a huge creature with hideous horns and wings growing from its back. In that abstract body, the only thing frozen was the pair of blood-colored pupils.

It kept roaring at the crowd.

Being hurt by prey makes it very angry.

Jiang Zirou's eyes were sharp, and her long hair swayed gently in the flames.

"Chong!"

The Yuan Shendao sword was unsheathed, with dragon scales glowing on its surface.

Reach out and wipe lightly.

Yuan Shen Dao sword is burning, and its power is even more terrifying.

The huge gray mist monster began to fear, baring its teeth and screaming, while slowly backing away.

"Drawing the Sword Technique Opening the Sky!"

The sword energy is like a rainbow, soaring straight into the sky.

The gray mist was cut in half in an instant, and the broken body was ignited by the flames.

Twist, burn.

Finally dissipated before people's eyes.

When the blood rain stopped, everyone was wet, but Jiang Zirou was spotless, as clean as before.

The gray fog dissipated.

The way people looked at Jiang Zirou changed.

With surprise and fear.

Uncle Mo took a step forward and cupped his fists respectfully at Jiang Zirou.

"Thank you for saving my life, Miss. If you need help in the future, the Duanmu Chamber of Commerce will definitely help you."

"It's okay, it's just a matter of raising your hands."

Jiang Zirou waved her hand. This fog beast is not strong, but its actions are very strange and very confusing. At the beginning, Jiang Zirou couldn't distinguish its body, which made her secretly raise her vigilance in her heart.

The world is big.

Although I am not weak, there are still many strengths beyond my understanding.

……

The peaceful night passed quickly.

When continuing to move forward the next day, Jiang Zirou sat in the first carriage, which was the largest and most comfortable carriage in the entire convoy.

Duanmu Wan'er wanted to make room for her.

But Jiang Zirou refused.

The entire carriage is very large, more than enough to accommodate two women. Taking advantage of this time, Jiang Zirou happened to get specific information about the Demon Realm from Duanmu Wan'er.

(End of this chapter)