It suddenly became dark.
Thick and oppressive blood mist entwined with demonic energy surged from all directions, and the ghosts and demons in the Demonic Cave let out piercing screams and cries, echoing throughout the world, and there was a faint sense of excitement to welcome their master out of seclusion.
The faces of several disciples turned pale obviously.
Big beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads. They looked at the black clouds of blood mist surging in the sky, showing extreme fear. Their faces were pale and their bodies were shaking non-stop.
There was a clang, but they lost strength and could not hold their weapons, letting them fall to the ground.
Tong Su raised her head in astonishment and looked towards where the sound came from.
The man's figure gradually appeared in the thick clouds of demonic energy, and was blurry and indistinct. Until he raised his hand, the black clouds of blood and mist quickly retreated in submission, as if they had heard some order.
Everyone was stunned.
The man walked slowly in the air, his black clothes were like ink, embroidered with large areas of blood-red flame patterns.
The black hair was blown loose by the wind, the jade face was like a bright moon, the black eyes were as cold as the cold light, and a blazing fire line between the eyebrows was flamboyant and sharp, reaching to the middle of the forehead.
The red-sword and white-edged Chiming Sword floated quietly beside him, the long and narrow sword body engulfed in bright flames. The temperature between heaven and earth seemed to rise suddenly due to this.
Tong Su subconsciously raised her head, and when she met those cold, deep and narrow eyes, she suddenly felt like she was being burned in volcanic lava!
The man's face is as white as ice and snow, and his facial features are exquisite as if they were carefully carved by a skilled craftsman. His eyes are long and narrow, with a cool color, thick eyelashes cast a dim shadow, and his thin lips are pale in color.
Beside his right ear, there is a blood amber pendant inlaid with moon silver, and the blazing fire pattern between his eyebrows is scorching and narrow, as if the flames are coming towards his face and will burn him to death.
Neither fairy nor devil, beautiful and dangerous, it is the ultimate charm that makes people willing to sink into ecstasy while struggling on the edge of death.
Tianxuanzi.
The Immortal Lord Jingyang, who was at the peak of Mahayana in the past, was extremely talented and beautiful, and was the first person on the right path.
Now he has become a demon and has become the only one in the world, the Chiming Demon Lord who dominates the realm of ghosts and demons!
He rode the wind in the air and walked slowly to the ground. Behind his tall figure was the surging blood mist. He raised his eyes to look at Tong Su and raised his hand gently.
"Atong, come."
A breeze blew up around Tong Su's body, hugging her towards the man. The snow on the ground was surging, and he held her forward.
It seemed that the demonic energy could no longer hurt her at all. She just raised her feet and appeared in front of him in a moment.
"A Tong, you did something bad."
All the disciples were happy.
Tian Xuanzi said softly: "They all want to kill you, you can kill them first."
The joy on the faces of the disciples had not yet bloomed, but was replaced by gray in an instant.
"A Tong...A Tong has no cultivation, A Tong can't do it." Tong Su said in a nervous voice.
She didn't know what her expression was like now, but her heart was shrinking into a ball due to fear at this time, and she didn't even dare to beat with too much force.
But at the same time, she also had a strange intuition - such a dangerous Tian Xuanzi would never hurt her!
Tian Xuanzi ignored the group of disciples prostrate on the ground. The world in his eyes was so small that she was the only one. He looked soft and said with a smile: "You have regained your consciousness? That's great."
He raised his finger, and a bunch of crystal-clear candied haws appeared in his hand.
It's just that the candied haws are not made of hawthorn, but are longan-sized beads that obviously contain terrifying energy, with lifelike patterns flowing on them. The bamboo sticks threaded through the beads are also a strange blue-purple color, with a faint flash of electricity.
Tian Xuanzi slowly took her hand and placed the end of the bamboo stick in her palm. He looked at her quietly with his dark eyes and spoke softly.
"It's my fault, senior brother. It took me so long to give you the candied haws that A Tong asked for. Senior brother looked around and found that there are no hawthorns here, only these few monster inner elixirs. They are red and very beautiful. I'll give them to you, okay?"