Chapter 163 Immortal Lord, stop flirting, be careful of your... (Seventeen)
The phantom datura blossoming outside Iceland sways gently in the wind, swaying gracefully, delicate and graceful.
Even its smell is pleasant, not strong, but light and elegant, but it can also evoke the deepest ambitions in people's hearts. If you are not careful, you will lose yourself in the river of desire and cannot extricate yourself.
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Warm blood fell from the sky and sprinkled on the fiery red sea of flowers, eventually disappearing in that color and gradually disappearing without a trace.
Then the ground trembled almost imperceptibly, and the man who had been hiding in the sea of flowers with his eyes closed stood up. He raised his hand to wipe the lingering blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the deepest part of Xuanbing Island with a gloomy look.
The clone was destroyed, and Jiang Bai himself also suffered considerable damage. It felt like all the bones in his body were broken, and there was no place that didn't hurt.
He frowned, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and with a flip of his wrist, he summoned a yellowish talisman. His lips moved, and his voice was stored in the talisman.
When the sound transmission talisman disappeared from his sight, he suddenly sneered: "Qingyun Valley is really a bunch of trash, you can't rely on them at all..."
On the other side, Yu Huo couldn't help but raise his hand to grab the vine that was climbing on his shoulders and neck, trying to pull it down.
Unexpectedly, the vines nimbly moved around him, and at the same time, the remaining vines brushed the ground, wrapped around his wrists, and trapped his troubled limbs in circles, not wanting him to get more injured by struggling.
Yu Huo was a rebellious person, and because he was seriously injured and had not recovered yet, he was unable to resist and was so angry that he almost rolled his eyes.
The night-shining pearls emitting faint light on the ground were blocked by the leaves at this moment, and the vision returned to the thick and extreme darkness again.
But precisely because of this, his senses were suddenly magnified several times.
The sound of my own swallowing filled my ears, echoing and colliding in the empty huge 'cocoon'.
The tree juice, which is sweet and refreshing, feels like being burned by fire the moment it passes through the throat, leaving a burning mark along the way.
Yu Huo, feeling powerless all over, could only be forced to swallow the juice of the vine continuously. He even began to imagine how miserable he was at the moment. He felt a rare sense of shame in his heart, and his eyes turned red with anger.
"Don't move, okay? I won't bully you. I just want to heal you."
The sparse leaves hanging from the vine brushed across his fair face, sliding lovingly on his delicate cheeks, and the numbness they brought stimulated him even more.
Especially those slightly closed fox eyes, red and charming, showing a different appearance from before.
The mist is thick, cold and gorgeous, and the charm is extreme.
It is so beautiful. The slightest touch is like a wildfire. Even the slightest spark will cause irreversible consequences.
The leaves lingered for a long time, and the itchiness they caused seemed to penetrate into his flesh. At this moment, the words the other party had just said completely lost their credibility.
During the struggle, the leaf covering the night pearl was shaken off. Yu Huo grabbed it unwillingly and squeezed it with all his strength. The crushed leaf was wrapped in a deeper layer of dark green, covering up its originally vivid color, giving it a thick and mysterious appearance.
I don’t know if it was because he was dazzled by the color, but the green-robed immortal king, whose hands and feet were bound, closed his eyes tightly, as if he had given up struggling.
For a full half minute, his eyes remained fixed on the inconspicuous cluster of young leaves. His thoughts turned to his gradually strengthening heartbeat, and the crimson color that was about to bloom in his pupils finally faded...
The mist that had risen from nowhere had filled his entire body, seemingly covering his tear-stained eyes. Unexpectedly, this white mist made the Immortal Monarch's handsome face appear even more hazy, almost unreal in its beauty...
In the stillness and windlessness of the air, the vines rustled tirelessly, lured away by the temptation.
The swallowed banyan tree juice had the unique healing effect of the wood creatures in this world, bringing Yu Huo's precarious health back to within the warning line.
When he regained consciousness, he was still surrounded by dense vines.
Yu Huo looked down at his clothes that were torn by the sharp blade, and saw that the scars that were deep enough to see the bone had already scabbed over, and there was no need to worry about any future problems.
The vines seemed to have fallen into stillness at this moment, completely losing their previous arrogance and toughness.
Yu Huo said nothing and took a step forward.
The next second, the vines rustled across the ground, quickly making way for a path that was only wide enough for one person to pass through.
Yu Huo raised his eyebrows and walked forward along the path. After a while, he heard the sound of gurgling water. He reached out and pushed aside the vines that blocked his view, and saw the tied-up leader of Qingyun Valley.
Under the opponent's feet were vine fragments cut by awls. Those fragments penetrated into the soil and grew again in a few breaths, coiling up layer by layer, trapping him in place and unable to move.
This is the characteristic of the banyan tree - it takes root wherever it finds its feet and becomes a forest from a single tree.
As long as Jiang Feng hides his original roots, he will never be able to kill them all.
Looking at the other person's angry and helpless face, Yu Huo chuckled heartlessly.
The head of Qingyun Valley turned his head alertly upon hearing this, but his vision was filled with clean white. The soft Seven Killings Silk suddenly wrapped around his neck, tightening again and again without any explanation.
He was stunned for a moment, his face, which had turned purple, was filled with anger. He immediately formed his five fingers into claws, summoning a series of high-speed cones, and stabbed them towards the people not far away.
Unfortunately, without the burden of his sect disciples, Saint Su Yue is now invincible...
An ice wall suddenly stood in front of him, and a cold breath came up from the soles of his feet. The head of Qingyun Valley looked down with difficulty, only to see that the ground was covered with a layer of thin crystal ice at some point.
A crackling sound reached his eardrums, and the ice layer suddenly rose at this moment. The ice spikes pierced into his body with unstoppable force, instantly ending all life in his body.
The Nascent Soul crawled out of the mouth of the silent person in a daze, but before it could escape, it was intercepted in mid-air by a bare hand and roughly stuffed into a porcelain bottle.
The head of Qingyun Valley was relieved that he was not killed on the spot, but the next second, he felt his fragile Nascent Soul being enveloped by a chill, and his teeth made an uncontrollable clicking sound.
The ice element poured in recklessly. He was trapped in a small porcelain bottle, feeling cold all over and couldn't help cursing.
"Saint Lord Su Yue, I am the head of Qingyun Valley after all. You have humiliated me today. When I am free from this predicament, I will make you pay for it!"
Yu Huo sneered, "Master Qing, I find you're not very clear about your own position. Who do you think you are? How dare you keep me waiting?"
After two seconds of silence, the porcelain bottle let out a sharp roar: "Who is Sect Leader Qing?! My surname is Sima, and my given name is Chi Mu!"
Yu Huo frowned in disdain: "Sima Chimu? My last name is Sima, and my name is Zagang!"
After saying this, he lifted up the porcelain bottle and shook it wildly in his hand until the head of Qingyun Valley was knocked unconscious. Only then did he leave with satisfaction.
He walked along the path separated by vines, killing people along the way, and finally harvested more than a dozen small porcelain bottles and found the frightened disciples of the Liangyi Sect.
The delicate Huang Shulan burst into tears the moment she saw him: "Master!"
Then he quickly got up from the ground, opened his arms and pretended to throw himself into the arms of his master, but unexpectedly a vine quietly reached out.
Huang Shulan didn't notice, and his ankle was suddenly grabbed and pulled hard, and he fell on his butt!
He sat on the ground and cried even louder, causing everyone to forget their fear and cover their ears with their hands.
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