Cloud painting

Chapter 295
"Baby Hua, go to the center of the sacrificial altar. We will wait for you here." Murong Ziran ordered.

"En." Feng Yunhua nodded, then lifted her long red skirt and walked forward unhurriedly.

Several people watched Feng Yunhua's charming red back.

In the center, where Feng Yunhua walked, one after another of scorching red lights flickered, surrounding Feng Yunhua, it was so enchanting and glamourous.Finally, a dark red light formed, and Feng Yunhua's figure was completely covered by dark red.

Time, a minute and a second passed.

"Huh? Where's Beilin?" Mo Qianmin looked around suspiciously.

"I don't know, I saw him just now." Murong Que also looked around.

How could a living person disappear inexplicably.

Murong Ziran suddenly turned her head, only to feel cold all over her body.Is it all about to start?
In the center of the sacrificial altar, the dark red halo became more and more intense.

Suddenly, a strong scent of flowers came to the nostrils.

Everyone was instantly alert, the fragrance of roses!
That is the fragrance of roses!

As the fragrance of the flowers became stronger and stronger, two black graceful figures appeared in front of everyone.

The woman in front of her was wearing a luxurious black dress, embroidered with swaying roses with golden silk threads.She has a graceful body, a silver-gold hollowed-out mask on her face, and a charming smile on the corner of her mouth.

Behind her is Mo Wei wearing a black hat.

"Senior Zi Ran, long time no see." Hei Qiang said with a charming smile.

"What are you doing here?" Murong Ziran was alert and asked coldly.

"What am I here for?" Hei Qiang smiled, "I'm here to look for Feng, Yun and Hua. You know that I hate her."

"Don't be too arrogant!" Mo Qianmin said coldly: "With us here, we will never let you hurt Huahua!"

"We'll wait and see. Awei, come on!" Hei Qiang's aura began to become murderous and cold.

"Yes!" Mo Weijiao shouted, his body moved forward at an extremely fast speed, his hands clasped together, the black energy accompanied by the rich and fragrant rose fragrance brought a crazy energy vortex.

The world of the blood race is gloomy and gloomy.

The blood clan's land was invaded by black roses.Growing like crazy.

Feng Cang's expression turned cold, and he opened the jade bone mirror, and the fragrance of the surrounding flowers was sucked into the mirror.

"That aroma is poisonous, everyone don't breathe!" Mo Qianmin roared, and then turned off the sense of smell and taste in his consciousness.

Then, everyone joined the battle and fought together.

Hei Qiang watched all this proudly, with a domineering aura on her body.

"Xiao Qiang, don't go on like this!" Murong Ziran said heartbrokenly.

"I even wiped out the flower clan, what are you afraid of?" Hei Qiang raised her pointed chin.

"Great rebellion!" Murong Ziran spat out coldly, and then made a gesture to attack.

Unexpectedly, a mouthful of blood spit out from the throat.

"Hahaha, Murong Ziran, your strength has been greatly depleted 16 years ago. How much strength do you have to resist me now?" No one can resist what is to be done!"

"No!" Murong Ziran said with difficulty.

But it's too late!
In Hei Qiang's hand, a powerful ball of black light with the power to destroy everything hit hard towards the center of the sacrificial altar!

"Miss!" A clear voice called.

For a moment, a ball of warm yellow hit the black light ball, and immediately, blood was scattered in all directions.

The warm yellow figure was like a dead leaf, falling down precariously.There is no life at all.

(End of this chapter)