Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

The figures of the two flew into the northern wilderness shrouded in death.

After landing on the ground, stepping on thick weeds, Liancheng looked around elegantly.

Looking far away, it seems that there is a shade of greenery all around, and the waist-length weeds sway slightly in the wind, which looks so delicate.

Jinshu Mojun cursed and said: "Damn it, how do I see it is similar to yesterday?"

Qingyan bent down and looked down at the weeds in front of him, and after a while he stood up, "No, every grass here is changing with the wind, because they change too fast, So it tricked the eye into thinking they weren't moving at all."

Demon Lord Jinshu also imitated the way Qingyan just looked down, and stood up after watching for a while: "How can you see, I look the same?"

Qingyan rolled his eyes at him, "Am I the same as you?"

This is Chi Guoguo's provocation, Jinshu Mojun threw his fist at Qingmao angrily, but Qingmao ignored him.

After running for a while, Jinshu Mojun was bored to death, and asked: "It's so big here, I can't see a person, not even a bug, who should we fight with?"

Qingyan shook her head, sure enough, people with simple brains are like this.

At this time, I don't think about how to get out, but... who should I fight with.

However, Jinshu Demon Lord also unintentionally mentioned about the Green Nightmare - there is not even a bug here, except for these seemingly vigorous green grasses, there is nothing.

Qingyan stretched out his hand and picked off a leaf. There was very little body fluid oozing from the leaf's section, and he also found that there was a very small worm slowly crawling on the leaf.

However, he didn't feel the breath of life from this bug.

Qingyan threw away the leaves, took out the fan pinned to her waist, and opened it with a swipe.

Jinshu Mojun looked at him with contempt: "There is not even a shadow of a ghost here, no one will see you pretending to be handsome."

Qingyan raised her eyebrows: "Let me show you."

Jinshu Mojun clutched his chest and retched...

Qingyan smiled and walked slowly, shaking his fan, stepping on the weeds under his feet, making a slight sound. After he walked over, he looked back at what he had walked, and the weeds were rubbed under his feet, which looked like a ravine from a distance across the front.

After walking for a while, Qingyan turned around, and the fan in his hand twirled handsomely, and then his hand holding the fan suddenly exerted force, and the fan, which was condensed with mana, slammed a gust of wind.

This small fan is almost as strong as a strong wind of force seven or eight.

The weeds in the distance are layered on top of each other, like silk undulating in the strong wind, it is very beautiful, not a bit unreal.

Jinshu Mojun walked over against the wind: "What are you doing?"

Qingyan ignored him and slapped him a few more times before stopping.

"Why are you crazy? I won't like you even if you are handsome." Jinshu Mojun looked at him with contempt.

Qingyan closed her fan and put it on her waist again: "If I guessed right, you have completely broken the formation here yesterday, and there is no formation under our feet, but this is the first The northern wilderness layer is an illusion created, and the real northern wilderness is below."

Jinshu Mojun opened his eyes wide, understood for a while, and then said: "You said, this is all fake?"

Qingyan shook her head: "It can't be said that it is completely fake, they want to make it real, but some things are too real, and they become loopholes instead."

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