The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 2847 is like spontaneous combustion

In the center of the blood mist, Jun Moyuan let go of the suppression of his own blood, and as his suppression was released, his skin instantly turned red, and smoke rose from the top of his head. The people who watched were shocked for a while.

Leng Wuyou's heart skipped a beat, and his expression changed drastically, "What's going on? Didn't you say there's nothing wrong with it?"

Leng Wuyou's usually expressionless face couldn't hold back at this moment, and the anxiety in his eyes could not be seen at all.

Just now, he told her to trust him, now?

This man is going to burn.

Indeed, from the perspective of bystanders, Jun Moyuan at this moment seemed to be spontaneously combusting.

Spontaneous combustion starts from the inside of the body to the outside.

"Qibao, don't worry, trust me, this is normal, it will be fine soon, wait for me."

Jun Moyuan turned around, smiled lightly at Leng Wuyou, and gave her a comforting look. The flickering light in his eyes gradually calmed Leng Wuyou's irritable heart. At this time, he only reacted to himself. Caring is messed up.

Although Jun Moyuan looked like he was spontaneously combusting at the moment, it was really just a look.

After calming down, Leng Wuyou seemed to be able to hear the sound of blood boiling in Jun Moyuan's body.

So the reason why Jun Moyuan seemed to be spontaneously combusted like this was actually because the blood in his body was boiling and excited.

Looking at the blood-colored ball of light floating above his head, Jun Moyuan felt his body clamoring for desire, and the red in his eyes was stained a little dark.

Just as he stood still, the flickering blood law seemed to have sensed something and stopped his movements. After a while, it slowly circled Jun Moyuan more and more, as if Found something interesting.

Gradually becoming excited, he bumped into Jun Moyuan's dantian with a whoosh.

……

"You go first."

Leng Wushang was covered in blood at this time, his eyes were scarlet, and the whole body was filled with black mist. One could see that his face was covered with hideous black lines. Behind him was Leng Wuchen, and A few ordinary people from the lower realm of Canglan, and more than two dozen casual cultivators who are not very capable.

But in front of him was holding a scythe in his hand, looking at him with gloomy eyes, the skinny old man, and behind the skinny old man, the twenty demons who were dressed in the same clothes as him and were surrounded by demonic energy.

"If you want to leave, none of you can leave today."

The old and difficult noise was like the sound of a cat being strangled and squeezed out of its throat. It sounded so harsh that it made people want to block their ears.

"You are an old man, ugly and mischievous, I really don't know who gave you face."

Leng Wuchen showed a head from behind Leng Wushang, his face was pale, his brows were full of exhaustion, even under his eyes, there was a heavy bruise, it could be seen that he hadn't had a good rest for several days up.

But even so, he was still able to squeeze out some strength to scold this shameless thing.

Maybe it was because of his bad luck, or maybe it was his character that exploded. When he was teleported through the transfer array, he witnessed a cruel massacre. Before he could react, he felt his eyes blur, and then There is one more thing in the dantian.

Round and round like a glass marble.

Before I figured out what was going on, I suddenly heard, "Something is on him, catch that kid, don't let him run away."

Hearing this, Leng Wuchen felt guilty, there was something extra in his dantian just after he came here, and he knew who they were going to arrest without even thinking about it.

Looking at the killing methods of these people, each of them is very strong, if they fall into their hands, it will be hard for me to eat, so Leng Wuchen ran away without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)