Nine Heavens

At the moment Liu Juan left the crowd lightly, a nimble black figure also shot into the darkness at an extremely fast speed, which also drew a sneer. However, this time, the sound of sneering spread out in the night sky, but it was shaken back, and the black veil couldn't help but exclaimed: "Huh!"

It was just a soft cry, but in an instant, all the red-clothed warriors suddenly turned to look in the direction of the exclamation. At the same time, both hands immediately reached for the weapon at the waist, and their icy eyes shot at that person through the black veil one by one, and then turned to the blue night.

In particular, the tiger-striped cat in Shifeng's arms ran up a big tree, scratching the bark with its claws, causing dust to scatter, and let out low growls. His eyes were like two ice cones, piercing straight into the sky. Hearing the low growl of the tiger-striped cat, everyone woke up, rubbed their eyes vigorously, and looked at the red-clothed warrior and the manic cat in horror.

However, the red-clothed warrior didn't seem to pay attention to the reaction of the crowd at all, his eyes kept searching the treetops as high as the sky.

Just when everyone's attention was focused on the sky, a strange change occurred under their feet. A thin layer of mist was approaching from all directions at an imperceptible speed. It was a thin layer at first, so thin that it was almost invisible to the naked eye. its existence. This layer of mist finally covered every inch of the ground in the crowd, followed by the second layer, and the third layer... One layer was thicker and faster than the first layer. Finally, when the fog filled their chests, the crowd noticed the change under their feet, and their vision in the distance became blurred.

The already dark sky became even more elusive. Liuhe Dong felt a little ominous in his heart, because at the moment when his vision was blurred, he glanced at Juaner and the direction of the distance, and found that the two of them were gone. He looked back at Fengyue I didn't dare to say anything.

The fog in the crowd has thickened, and the distance between each other can only be seen a few feet, but the sky seems to be brighter. So everyone unanimously looked up to the heights, hoping to find the source of the fog. However, the clearness in the sky lasted for a while, and the sky was filled with dark clouds when and where. The dark clouds rolled down, lower and lower, and the color became darker and darker, and finally it was black. The night sky, which was already black, was now as black as ink, and you couldn't see your fingers.

The crowd couldn't help becoming anxious, fearing that something might happen to their relatives, they called their father and mother for a while, and clamored. Liuhe Dong was also afraid of being separated from Fengyue'er and Cheng Hua's family, so they hugged each other and comforted each other.

In the pitch-black sky, several flashes of light suddenly tore the darkness above the head into cracks, and thick green clouds emerged from the cracks, instantly condensing into a terrifying face. His dark green face was filled with dark eyes, and billowing black smoke was constantly spewing out from his eyes. A huge blood-red mouth dripping blood rushed towards the crowd, and the crowd was so frightened that they cried for their parents and screamed for their mothers. Amidst the noise, the angry shouts of the red-clothed warriors could be heard from time to time. Just when the crowd was still in shock, heart-piercing thunder rang out again and again from the sky and the earth. Accompanied by the sound of thunder, the torrential rain suddenly hit the sky and covered the ground, and the crowd underground complained even more.

Amidst the cluttered voices, a childish voice cried sadly: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo kitty! Kitty! Where have you been, Come back, come back..."

The sad voice was so weak in the roaring thunder, but no matter how weak it was, the White-faced Tiger King could hear it, and he was infinitely grateful. At this time of death threats, there are still people thinking about themselves, what a happy thing that is, for a moment the white-faced tiger king was immersed in happiness, and he forgot the danger in front of him.

Until another childish voice came, the white-faced tiger king suddenly woke up, and his two eyes instinctively shot at the miserable green face, but looking at that face, he felt a little fear in his heart. I know very well that with my own cultivation, how can I be the opponent of Thunderbolt Xuanmo. What kind of role is the Thunderbolt Xuanmo? The five envoys of the Demon Lord at the evil spirit point are all extremely cruel and domineering. Today, these people, together with themselves, seem to have reached their limit.

The bloody mouth was already approaching the canopy of the tree, and the crowd became even more flustered. The figure of the white-faced tiger king involuntarily swelled up, and in just a moment, the several-foot-long body swung from the tree trunk into the void, and looked up at the tree. There was a roar of bloody mouth.

The Thunderbolt Profound Demon just glanced at it, and swallowed the crowd with lightning speed without stopping.

The white-faced tiger king let out a strange cry, and moved towards the benefactor with even more lightning speed. At the moment when the white-faced tiger king was about to die with his benefactor in despair, he keenly felt that the white mist rising from the ground was full of mystery, and immediately, a hint of excitement flashed in his desperate eyes. Protecting the benefactor behind him, the white-faced tiger king stopped roaring, and stared at the bloody mouth in a daze.

Finally, at the same time as the sky cracked and the thunder exploded, his mouth was full of blood, and his pale fangs bit down fiercely. Everyone closed their eyes, waiting for the arrival of the god of death.

Time passed by every minute and every second, but the people who thought they should die didn't feel the slightest pain. They opened their eyes in doubt, and suddenly saw two figures standing high in the sky, a Taoist man in white, with a peaceful face and silver glittering all over his body. , Whisk the dust with the crooked arms, fluttering gently with the wind. A jet-black figure, with a ghostly face and eyes, and a layer of dark clouds rolling around him.

What's going on, the people who escaped from the dead discussed in low voices, and some bowed their heads and thanked the heavens for their protection. Following the appearance of the two figures, thunder and lightning stopped, and the torrential rain stopped. Although the sky was still dark, it was much better.

The two figures in the sky were still facing each other. Looking at them, the crowd below gradually became quiet, and finally, silently, they raised their heads to look at the two, as if admiring the arrival of two gods.

Quiet, surprisingly quiet; boring, surprisingly boring.

Anyone can see that the two figures above may fight at any time. If you fight to the death, you will die at any time.

Looking at each other, the eyes of the figures in white were serene at first, then sharp, then aggressive, and then became cruel and bloodthirsty. With a black figure and a miserable green face, sarcasm flashed in the dark eyes. The eyes are intertwined, and the figure is also changing with the passage of time.

The white-faced tiger king watched all this excitedly, and finally when the ball of silver blossoms began to circulate continuously and the ball of ink continued to swell, the white-faced tiger king let out a huge roar, suddenly his body soared, and he opened his huge mouth to pick up Cheng Shifeng like a Lightning rushed into the vast sky.

There was an uproar in the crowd, everyone looked at all this in amazement, you look at me, I look at you, especially Liuhe Dong and Cheng Hua, looking at the huge white tiger in the sky, with their beloved daughter in their mouth, screaming heart-piercingly He said, beat his feet and chest, and stomped his feet.

The Thunderbolt Xuanmo glanced at it disdainfully, and just waved his black-smoky arm lightly, and the white-faced tiger king in the blue cloud fell vertically into the deep valley like a kite with a broken string, his throat full of tears. He groaned, but he still held the six or seven-year-old girl in his mouth, refusing to give up!

Just as the Thunderbolt Xuanmo waved, the white figure shot out a green awn and pointed at the crowd at their feet, and then the white mist in the crowd quickly churned, enveloping everyone, and after that, the white mist moved strangely. Generally, it shoots southward.