In the thick black mist, Chu Wuyong is like a dark king, controlling everything.
And Song Qingyun was like a bug caught in a spider's web, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape the fate of being prey.
At this time, Song Qingyun's forehead was already covered with cold sweat, his heartbeat was fluctuating, and the knuckles holding the magic weapon in his hand were white and trembling slightly, and his whole body was in an abnormally tense state. He looked around aimlessly, as if something terrible might jump out of the surroundings at any time.
Chu Wuyong stood in the black mist, his eyes were calm, and the deep black eyes seemed to be soaked in the thick black mist, making it impossible for people to see the emotions inside.
Looking at Song Qingyun who was struggling at a loss in the mist, although Chu Wuyong had the chance to win, he didn't feel the joy of winning the game at all.
For him, this game is just a passing scene. If he wanted, he could have won at the very beginning, before Song Qingyun made any moves. But in order to hide his own strength, he has dealt with Song Qingyun until now.
He's been procrastinating long enough now that he doesn't need to waste any more time.
There was a glimmer of light in Chu Wuyong's dark eyes, and the next moment, his figure disappeared in place.
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Song Qingyun was still vigilant and expanded his five senses to the maximum range, sensing the movement around him.
The dark mist lingered around him, making it impossible for him to see the situation around him clearly.
The illusion created by the magic weapon he was familiar with has now become a shackle that shackles him, making him unable to find Chu Wuyong's location at all, and the situation is very passive.
Song Qingyun turned his neck that was tense due to excessive tension. The situation he was in now made him very clear that he could not win this game.
When Song Qingyun thought of this, the gloom in his eyes almost turned into reality, overflowing from his eyes.
Chu Wuyong—Even if you can win me, I won't let you win easily.
At this moment, Song Qingyun keenly noticed a slight change in the fog around him. This slight change, if he hadn't been tensing his nerves all the time, trying to put all five senses to the maximum, he might not have noticed it at all.
After realizing that something was wrong, Song Qingyun's heart skipped a beat, but it was too late - I saw a slender and powerful hand stretched out from the dark mist, and between the slender and powerful five fingers, there was a brilliant light shining .
And the owner of that hand had already stood behind him at some point, only to give him the last blow.
Just when Chu Wuyong was about to strike and make Song Qingyun incapacitated, Song Qingyun suddenly said, "I admit defeat!"
There are two criteria for judging the winners and losers of Qingyun Zongmen's big competition. One is that one side has no fighting ability, and the other is that one side voluntarily admits defeat, but neither of them can harm the loser's life. A game of life and death.
Therefore, Chu Wuyong paused immediately after hearing Song Qingyun's words of admitting defeat.
After all, the game stipulates that as long as the opponent admits defeat, there is no need to fight again.
But at this moment of pause, something happened suddenly, Song Qingyun suddenly turned around, and quickly threw an unknown object at him.
Chu Wuyong originally wanted to dodge quickly to avoid Song Qingyun's plot, but with his strength, he could dodge ten feet away in an instant. But for some reason, when the thing was thrown at him, his mind suddenly swayed for some reason, which immediately made him lose the opportunity to dodge.
After touching Chu Wuyong's skin, the crystal-clear fragments that shone with unusually brilliant brilliance quickly melted into his body.
At the same time, a trace of devilish energy immediately overflowed, lingering around Chu Wuyong's body.
Song Qingyun saw that the fragment he threw at Chu Wuyong had an effect, and the color in his eyes flashed away, and then he quickly stepped back a few steps, and deliberately shouted loudly: "Chu Wuyong, what happened to you?" Will there be the breath of a demon cultivator?"
Chu Wuyong stood on the spot, looking at Song Qingyun not far away from him, the murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and a purple awn flashed in his pupils at that moment, but just a flash, he hid in the deep again After the black pupil.
In his previous life, as the Demon Lord that everyone in the cultivation world talked about, Chu Wuyong never imagined that he would be plotted by such a person in front of him who was like an ant in his previous life.
Although Chu Wuyong really wanted to kill Song Qingyun immediately, he understood that as long as he killed Song Qingyun now, no matter whether his identity as a demon cultivator would be confirmed or not, he would immediately be killed by those sitting in the spectator seats. The elder beheaded.
Chu Wuyong didn't make any movements, but the peak masters and elders in the spectator seats who were sensitive to the demon cultivator's breath, all changed from their original relaxed appearance to a very serious one. Coupled with Song Qingyun's words, almost most of the people immediately looked at Li Luo, who had not changed his expression at all and remained calm.
Elder Zhao, who was sitting next to Li Luo, looked at Li Luo, who seemed to be unaffected and whose expression hadn't changed at all, and a faint, malicious smile could not help but escape from his lips. He would like to see how long Gu Qingchen can maintain such an aloof demeanor that he hates!
On the surface, Li Luo tried his best to suppress his desire to blurt out "shit" in order to maintain the high-cold character of the character, but the villain in his heart has long since turned over how many tables.
What exactly is going on? Originally, there was no such plot in his book at this time. Before Chu Wuyong left Qingyun Sect, he never revealed his identity as a demon cultivator. He also didn't believe that Chu Wuyong would be so stupid as to expose himself in front of so many people, so what's going on now
And among the many disciples watching the battle below, there were three disciples with a faint red light shining in their eyes. The faint red light was like a darkly burning flame, flickering on and off in their eyes, very strange. But the attention of the people around them was all on the viewing platform and the platform, and no one noticed the abnormality of the three of them.
At the same time, separated from Qingyunzong by more than half a continent, it stands on a high mountain in a forest surrounded by white mist all the year round. In a beautifully decorated small building, there is an originally lazily leaning on a bed inlaid with gold layers. The enchanting woman on the imperial concubine's bed under the shade of the silk red gauze curtain suddenly opened her closed eyes. A smile full of interest appeared on the beautiful and boundless face, "Your Majesty's guess is really correct, it's really interesting~"
Although I don't know what happened to the other devilish energy that came out before the flashing familiar devilish energy appeared, but that extremely familiar breath must be that person, the one who made people feel so familiar hundreds of years ago. All the cultivators changed their faces when they talked about it, and the man whom all the demon cultivators adored—Chu Wuyong.