I heard that the big boss is crazy

Chapter 395 The suzerain is coming (18)

The three people's hearts are also turbulent. They have advanced cultivation bases, and they feel the killing intent more clearly than others.

The person in front of him is obviously not as good as the Nascent Soul, so why does he have such a frightening aura?Just now he could clearly feel that his cultivation could not withstand the opponent's blow.

Rong Li's expression on the side remained unchanged from beginning to end, no fear, no panic, only an inexplicable familiarity, the scene in front of him seemed to have been staged countless times in the long river of time that he didn't know, even more important than here Bloody and brutal.

There seemed to be thick ink in the eyes of the young man, and the black mist was dense, and the eyelashes, which were as fine as a fan of cattail leaf, swept across the eyelids, covering all emotions.

Jun Qing is so keen, he still caught the trace of demonic energy flashing in the other party's eyes, bent his lips, and then looked at the few remaining people with a cold and dark look: "Everyone is gone, how can you stay?"

All of a sudden, the pupils of the monks shrank, and they used their spiritual power to escape, but within half a step, they all turned into dead souls under the fan, and their blood spilled on the ground...

Jun glanced at the ink fan in his hand: "It's a pity."

Throwing it away in disgust, it fell into the blood amber, black and red overlapped, splashing countless blood.

Take out a corner of the gauze, wipe a few drops of blood between your fingers, wait until all the dirt is removed, the gauze will fall with the wind.

Jun turned around lightly, and a blood moon fell low on the opponent's shoulders, ears, neck, along the curve, until the sleeves, shoes and boots were covered with a layer of crimson white.

The whole face was engulfed in darkness, looking eerie, and no one knew what her expression was at the moment.

Jun Qing walks loosely, stepping on bloody flowers, and returns on the moon, leaving behind a string of scarlet footprints.

Suddenly, the evening wind blew, the branches swayed, the full moon half-covered, the shadows of the trees were mottled, and the figures on the ground changed, thin and long, until they fell on the toes of the young man.

Eyelashes slightly parted, Rongli's amber pupils looked calmly at the person coming.

I saw Jun Qing's half body embedded in the blood moon, and Daisy fluttered with the wind, rising and falling, and the branches and shadows intersected behind her, coupled with her slender and slender figure, under the full moon, like a demon Charm.

It was obviously an extremely weird scene, but it made his heart feel strange and his heart beat faster.

"Go back." Jun Qing stepped past the boy, his voice a little ethereal.

The boy calmed down and felt weird, his thick eyelashes drooped slightly, and he followed in silence.

After the two left, all the disciples of Xuanmingzong breathed a sigh of relief. Their clothes were completely wet, and sweat was still protruding from their foreheads. They were just spectators, but they were as embarrassed as deserters.

"It's scary..."

A disciple lay limp on the ground and looked at Chengshan's corpses not far away, his terrified eyes glared like copper bells, reflecting a layer of bloody moonlight, making his scalp numb with horror.

The other disciples trembled even more and turned their heads, but the blood in their minds was still boundless, the killing was still in their ears, and their hearts were in palpitations...

After soaking in the hot spring in the back mountain, Jun Qing steamed his black hair, put on his clothes, and returned lazily.

The disciples along the way all lowered their heads when they saw him, their bodies trembling non-stop, and even those who were eager to take the position of suzerain lost their minds.

Their suzerain is so powerful that provoking him is simply suicidal.

Jun Qing has no expression on his face, the tails of his eyes are still cold like a butterfly-tailed butterfly, and his steps are casual, like a stroll in a courtyard.

Walking to the outside room, he glanced at the young man who was cultivating spiritual power, and the corner of his mouth was light.

As if feeling something, Rongli opened his eyelids slightly, revealing those gem-like peach blossom eyes, the surprise in his eyes was like a dragonfly's touch on water, it flew away, but it left circles of faint ripples, rippling in the heart of the young man.

(End of this chapter)