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His eyebrows and eyes were as they were at the beginning, with a faint gloomy aura, but Zhao He felt disgusted when he saw it before, but now for some reason, a fear rose in his heart, and he subconsciously retreated.

Yan Rong took a step forward unhurriedly.

Zhao He's voice trembled, and his pupils shrank, "Don't come here.. You are not a feast! Who are you! ”

In his impression, the other party is a waste, how can he be so powerful.

Yan Rong said lightly, "Shizun is resting, don't disturb her." ”

Zhao He saw that his eyes were dark and gloomy, as if there was a layer of frightening aura all over his body, and he immediately pointed at him in fear and trembling, "You are not Yanrong, you are a demon cultivator, right?? ”

The fear, disgust, and fear in the other party's eyes pierced Yan Rong's nerves, and he couldn't help but think about whether Shizun would look at him like this in the future, and he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, and then looked at Zhao He's eyes, full of killing intent.

Zhao He was so frightened that he immediately farted and urinated, not caring that he had been a villain who was greedy for life and afraid of death before, and wanted to climb to his master's side, "Master! Save the disciples! Master! ”

Yan Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, the expression on his face became more and more gloomy, and he immediately grabbed this Zhao He and lifted it up, and pinched the other party's neck.

Zhao He's feet struggled violently, his neck was pinched crimson, his face was so swollen that his face seemed to be broken, his eyes kept rolling out, and the flying sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, making a piercing sound.

"Hmm—" A slight mutter came from there.

Yanrong's pupils shrank, and his subordinates couldn't help but relax.

That Zhao He took this opportunity to break away from his movements, and hurriedly fled from this place with the flying sword.

Yan Rong glanced at it and didn't catch up.

Because as early as Fang Cai, he had already sent a trace of demonic energy into this Zhao He's body, as long as the other party was still in this small secret realm, he would kill him sooner or later.

The pace was a little hurried to the man's side, and Yan Rong called in a low voice, "Master? ”

Shen Mubai woke up from a coma, there was some emptiness in the dantian, even her body was very tired, she opened her eyes in a trance, and what came into her eyes was the top of the pothole.

"Master." A low and deep voice came from the side, not hiding his concern.

Shen Mubai looked at it fixedly and took a breath, "Yanrong." ”

"It's in vain." Yan Rong helped her up and responded obediently.

Shen Mubai looked around and said a little dazedly, "Where is this?" ”

Yan Rong lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a calm tone, "After Shizun fell into a coma that day, the disciple didn't know why he only felt a heat in his body, and the spiritual energy in the dantian was abundant, so he couldn't control himself and killed those monsters under the sword. Later, the apprentice walked in that place for several hours with his master in his arms, and suddenly saw a faint light, followed it, and found that it was the exit. He raised his eyes, his eyes were dark, "Master, is there any difference in the apprentice's body?" ”

Shen Mubai saw that his aura around him was much more stable than before, and while he was taken aback, he hurriedly said, "You come here." ”

Yanrong obediently leaned over.

Shen Mubai put his hand on his dantian, and when he noticed the changes inside, his eyes were stunned at first, and then he thought that this was the male protagonist, and calmed down again.

As everyone knows, Yan Rong took all her expressions into his eyes, and his finger bones trembled slightly.

Is that really the case? Master...

If you enter the Mahayana period in 300 years, what will you do then?