The woman in black glanced at the lotus in her hand, quite satisfied, and looked towards the direction of the Lin family's villa, coveting the golden eagle endlessly.
She also wanted to take away the golden eagle, when a long howl came from the distance of the mountain mist, and a figure with the moonlight on its back came from mid-air. Hearing the whistling sound, the woman in black's complexion changed, she turned around, and a blood mist rose, and she disappeared in an instant.
That man came after him, his beard and hair were all white, but his complexion was ruddy. Lin Luoran would definitely be shocked here. This man was Mr. Mu who was far away in the imperial capital.
"Where are people?" Old Master Mu came galloping all the way from the plane under Rongcheng, but saw Huizhu's apprentice, Xiao An, lying on the ground, covered in blood, but the person he wanted to arrest was nowhere to be seen.
"Run away." Huizhu fed Xiaoan a pill, ordered his disciples to carry him back, and then said flatly, "Also arrested Lin Luoran and left."
Mr. Mu was said to be sweating profusely, "You just watched her be taken away?... If her master finds out, how can we explain it?"
Hui Zhu rolled his eyes, flung the whisk in another direction, and said nonchalantly, "Isn't her origin a mystery? I'm going to see her strength and see how she will get out of trouble... If Wuzhongbao defends herself, her master's strength , why should we care?"
Huizhu's words couldn't be more reasonable, but Mr. Mu sighed. He has never been as open-minded as Huizhu. There are fewer and fewer seedlings like Lin Luoran in the practice world, so why bother to rely on nothing? lose one
Huizhu lifted his feet and walked away. He didn't want to say anything at first, but looked at Junior Brother Mu's beard blowing and staring, and explained lightly: "She is using Xuedun, so she can't catch up."
Old Master Mu looked like he ate a fly, Xuedun—it was only five years since the last time, and she was already able to use such high-end products as Xuedun. It can be seen how much she has practiced in the past five years. Dan... Every time Mr. Mu thinks about the past, he is filled with regret.
However, in this world, if you regret taking medicine, probably many things will have different results, right
What Old Master Mu suddenly remembered at this moment was his grandson Mu Tiannan's playful and smiling face, but actually his favorite frown when no one was around.
People with a firm mind are the easiest to be obsessed with. This kind of temperament can be good or bad-one thought can become a fairy, and one thought can transform a demon.
Even if they are the so-called celestial beings who have a foundation of Taoism, how difficult is it to seek a ray of immortality in today's smoky secular world
Mr. Mu was over a hundred and five years old, and felt helpless in the moonlit night, looking in the direction of the Lin family's villa, did they ever know that their woman was captured by a demon
What responded to Mr. Mu was the slightly hostile cry of the golden eagle in the silent moonlight.
Xiao Jin was born with inspiration and had the strongest sensitivity to evil, and suddenly lost Lin Luoran's aura, Xiao Jin's guardian heart was in crisis, Li Xi'er and the others were not its masters, how could they order it to do things, Xiao Jin hissed a few times With a sound, the wings spread out, soared into the sky, and chased in the direction where Lin Luoran's breath disappeared.
Mr. Mu looked thoughtfully at the direction where the golden eagle flew away. I heard that this eagle is a bit strange. Could it be that he went to find its owner
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Lin Luoran woke up again, in an underground palace full of blood.
She was still half asleep and half awake, feeling that she was in a boundless sea of blood. When she opened her eyes, she realized that the scene in front of her was far more terrifying than the dream.
Two steps away from where she lay down was a pool of red blood that was constantly tumbling, and the thick smell of blood told Lin Luoran that this was definitely not dye—it was human blood!
Lin Luoran felt powerless all over, unable to struggle to get up for a while, she turned her eyes and took a panoramic view of this place.
Speaking of underground palaces, she has only entered two in her life so far. One is the pitiful underwater underground palace of the white-clothed female corpse in the secret environment. It is obviously a mausoleum palace, and it is full of lotus flowers. Among them, there is also a remnant lotus, with only lotus leaves but no flowers... Could it be that the one held by the woman in black was born in this pond
The black lotus growing in the pool of blood.
Lin Luoran suddenly couldn't help shivering.
Because she was lying on her side, Lin Luoran twisted her head vigorously and saw the top. It seems that the underground palace of the female corpse in white is much smaller. It's just that there are meandering cracks on the walls, and blood seeps out from the top to the surrounding walls. These bloods are not counted as drips, and finally all gather in the blood pool and become one of them.
"Tick tock—" A drop of something cool fell on Lin Luoran's cheek. She looked down and saw that it wasn't just the ceiling and walls, there was no dry place in this place, and even half of her body was lying on the ground. In a pool of blood, a green skirt was stained with blood, the color looked so good that one would spit out the overnight meal.
She was so soft all over, she didn't know how long she had been lying here. She experienced this feeling of being unable to use her strength from Zou Yaowei's subordinates in the alley of the Blue Bird Club. Needless to say, it was naturally caused by the woman in black.
"Come out, where are you!" Lin Luoran yelled loudly. She thought she was yelling violently, but it was actually a weak mosquito. The last time I was hit by Zou Yaowei's powder mist, it seemed that the beads took the initiative to detoxify me. Lin Luoran felt that something was wrong, and was about to check the beads when the voice of the woman in black sounded:
"At such a young age, he has a late-stage qi training, which is really an enviable talent..."
Lin Luoran raised her head, and the face of the woman in black stayed a foot away from her head, as if sizing up Lin Luoran's appearance.
After a while, the woman in black said "tsk tsk" twice, and slid her fingertips across Lin Luoran's forehead, "It's a pity, she looks pretty good, but now she is going to sacrifice my blood pool."
Lin Luoran struggled to speak, but she couldn't help but said: "You killed so many people to practice like this... Is it worth it?"
She dragged her parents to practice together, and the road ahead was already bleak. With the blood piled up like this, the ones who cultivated could only be "demons". If cultivating immortals is to travel freely between heaven and earth, what about cultivating demons
"Is it worth it?" The woman in black smiled coquettishly, first she bent down, couldn't straighten up, and finally laughed so hard that tears almost flowed out.
How can a famous disciple like you understand the feelings of waste cultivation
Is it worth it... She also used to seek immortality in the deep mountains and green waters. Because of her poor aptitude, she was practicing when others were practicing, and she was still practicing when others were resting.
But what about the result
When the woman in black thought of the old things many years ago, her emotions would inevitably become agitated, causing the pool of blood to roll endlessly—that's why she hated this woman who was lying on the ground like this, and who had cultivated to the late stage of Qi training at a young age !
If she is a waste of cultivation, then all the geniuses in the cultivation world will fall with her!
The woman in black laughed again, the water in her eyes had long since disappeared:
"It's very quiet now, we can discuss Dan Dao!"
While speaking condescendingly, she looked in the direction of the blood pool, as if there was something interesting over there. Lin Luoran couldn't help turning her head to look—
It was her unconscious right hand, her wrist resting above the pool of blood, and a bright red wound was at the bead, ticking, slowly dripping blood into the pool.