Murong Chen looked horrified and desperate, covered in blood, and looked at the human-shaped ball with blood-red eyes.
Suddenly, in the terrifying colorful mist, a touch of incongruous black suddenly broke through the mist and rushed out of the surrounding area.
A sudden change occurred in Murong Chen's heart.
A trace of hope and a deeper fear suddenly rose in his desperate blood pupils.
He was extremely uneasy.
His hands were already bloody and trembling, but he didn't feel anything at all, and he couldn't even blink.
Blinking at the change.
Xueqiu'er's eyes were serious, this smell was so familiar The black mist was neither urgent nor slow, extremely lazy, as if a king was out on patrol, and no one around him dared to offend.
For a moment, the miasma around him disrupted his pace, as if he was afraid of this thing.
Even the miasma on Murong Chen's body trembled, and he was unwilling but afraid to withdraw from him, wanting to escape from this unknown threat.
Suddenly, Mo Hei seemed to have had enough fun, his laziness disappeared, and he became fierce.
The ink light instantly shredded the colorful colors of death, killing wildly, and constantly tearing away the miasma.
There is chaos in the air Murong Chen didn't care at all what was happening around him, but he stared at the changes without blinking, his hope slowly growing.
The black energy slowly formed a wind, with Murong Feng as the center, spinning rapidly, strangling all the miasma in this area.
The black figure, hazy, slowly appeared in the dissipating miasma.
Murong Chen's heart suddenly rose, his blood-covered hands were shaking uncontrollably, and his eyes were already sore, but he still didn't dare to close them.
Finally, the figure fully emerged.
The face was still that of Murong Feng, but the original sunlight was now filled with evil energy, the mark between the eyebrows was strange and dangerous, and the dark eyes were bottomless.
It turned out that Qing Yi was gone, and now he was dressed in black.
Murong Chen looked at the familiar face, and the sudden joy disappeared in an instant.
This is not the wind.
Xue Qiu'er's eyes were full of shock.
Isn't this the second brother who was hit by a sea beast and changed again during the previous sea battle?
Xue Qiu'er was rescued by Murong Wu at the time and was not seriously injured.
Then a sudden change occurred.
Murong Chen was hit by a sea beast and fell into coma.
Murong Feng was stimulated and attacked.
At that time, they all thought that something bad had happened to him. , I didn’t expect this Murong Feng to come out.
Murong Chen was seriously injured and unconscious at the time and had never seen him, but he and Xiaoxiao were known to the owner, even though he fell down again soon.
Murong Chen looked at the intact Murong Feng at this time, his face was extremely ugly, and he was pale with anger.
"Who are you?"
The voice was furious.
The original Qingyi was now stained with blood, and his face looked terrifying.
"You don't deserve to know who I am."
The voice was still Murong Feng's, but it was deeper and hoarse, with absolute arrogance and dominance.
When Murong Chen heard this, his heart became colder and Feng's body was controlled.
He wanted to take action, but the purple color had begun to gather, but when he touched that delicate face, he had no choice.
This was still Feng's body.
Murong Chen was so angry that he lost too much blood.
When he got excited, his vision went dark, and he staggered and almost fell forward.
Xue Qiu'er looked at Murong Feng with nervous eyes.
This change was different from the last time.
Last time, his ability was strong, but he could still touch the edges.
This time, it was obviously unfathomable.
"What on earth did you do to Feng?"
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Murong Chen only cared about Murong Feng's safety, his voice was urgent, and he was in a panic, but his aura was never to be outdone.
"There has never been a Murong Feng in this world."
Murong Feng turned his head, his eyes were strange, his thin lips slightly opened, and he spat out words one by one, coldly
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