No wind "It's obvious that you control the wind!"
Murong Chen roared angrily, his face was so miserable that he couldn't see anymore, and the loss of blood made him feel dizzy.
"Hmm, it doesn't matter whether it's the truth or nonsense, you have no right to challenge me."
His eyebrows were cold and hard, with dark iron-blooded eyes, and his cold voice was absolutely ruthless.
Murong Chen still wanted to speak, but his vision went dark, his feet were weak, and he was about to fall, but he managed to stand up straight again, his hands clenched into fists, and the blood all over his body was mixed with anger, and he faced the person in front of him coldly. .
Xueqiu'er didn't dare to move at the side.
She looked at the two of them with worry in her eyes.
She wanted to step forward but couldn't.
The miasma has been almost strangled at this time, and the sight is clear again.
The original pleasant sight has now become full of rotten black, and the smell is unpleasant.
Not far away, a man covered in filth looked at this side with resentful eyes, his triangular eyes filled with viciousness and horror. why are they okay The miasma he has planted this time is such that even if Zizun comes, there is no way he can escape alive even though the mastermind is not here.
Murong Fengning clearly felt that someone was peeping at this place, it was a dark force.
The corners of Dark Murong Feng's mouth curled up coldly, dirty things With a flick of his sleeves, the authentic dark power enveloped that side, and then turned around and left, regardless of whether he was hit or not.
The pressure on his shoulders made him turn around, and he saw Murong Chen trying his best to hold him down, with complete anger in his eyes.
Murong Feng frowned and moved his left hand slightly.
As long as he waved his hand, the person in front of him could go directly to the underworld to meet the Lord of Hell, but His hands moved again and again, and he hesitated.
Black eyes looked at Murong Chen, who had been glaring at him fiercely.
His whole body was covered with blood, and his face was slightly corroded by the miasma, but he was still not spared.
His originally handsome face was now pale and still bleeding.
It was obvious that he was already extremely weak, and his body, which was not thin at all, looked so fragile at this moment.
He could faint or die at any time, but he still managed to hold on and did not fall down.
Those fierce eyes stared at him, and there was something wrong in them.
Murong Feng's worry and anger towards him.
Seeing Murong Chen like this, he felt a little unbearable and slightly distressed in his heart.
He was angry, he was not Murong Feng, why would he feel distressed.
There was no Murong Feng in this world.
The Murong Feng they saw and knew was just a ray of spiritual consciousness that separated from him when he was seriously injured and his consciousness fell asleep to recuperate.
It did not exist at all.
And that ray of spiritual consciousness will temporarily control the body until the original consciousness is completely awake.
In other words, he once existed, but in this body, the original consciousness has awakened, and the spiritual consciousness instinctively returns to the original consciousness.
He is him, but he is not.
He tightened his hand, trying to beat away the black energy, but in the end, he moved his hand, and blackness enveloped Murong Chen.
The hand that held him down softened, and the whole person fell towards him, moving towards his arms and dodging.
The blackness dissipated, and the people disappeared, leaving only Xueqiu'er, stunned in place.
What should I do?
I can only go to the owner.
The original green was only left with sticky black, and the snow-white figure turned into a ray of light and left quickly.
The wind passed silently.
Murong Wu was dressed in white and followed Di Jueshang coldly.
Once again, she felt that the person beside her was uncertain and could not be understood with human thinking.
Di Jueshang didn't know what was wrong, so he left Ling Tian to Mu Chen and took her out alone
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