Delicate, bright red!

The night was dark, a little scarlet, it was so peculiar.

It was a peculiar woman, with a big red robe.

The long black hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, her jade-like cheeks were dripping with a little water, like a hibiscus out of water, and the smart eyes on her face, long eyelashes, straight nose, and ruddy mouth made her look beautiful like an elf and pure like an angel.

The girl's proud and beautiful twin peaks have just emerged from the water, glowing with a seductive luster, seductively rising the most primitive desires.

Peerless. Nana came. The gestures are full of elegance and refinement. Glancing around, Qingli Xianyan showed a sneer,

He followed the hazy moonlight and looked out, and at this moment, a crescent moon hung in the sky.

Slowly closed his eyes, there was no sadness or joy on his face, and he couldn't see joy, anger and sorrow.

But in the sea of inner knowledge, it caused a burst of turmoil.

"Stop when it meets water," these four words were repeated by him.

Yang Qifeng didn't expect that he would encounter water so quickly.

Just now, his eyes looked directly at the red-robed woman, not her appearance, but the little drops of water on her cheeks.

That's not sweat, Yang Qifeng judged it at the first time.

The long wet hair indicates that the other party has just taken a bath.

This water droplet also carries water, Yang Qifeng doesn't know if this is the target he encountered.

At this moment, the ease of leaving from Tianlong City has disappeared cleanly, and he was still glad that the prediction of that person was simple eight words, or eight characters that were well understood, and there were no unfathomable words in it, which required him to guess carefully.

But at this moment, Yang Qifeng suddenly discovered that these eight words also have infinite mysteries in them.

The woman in the red robe sat cross-legged, suspended in the air, and above her knees, a long sword was placed horizontally.

The sword is three feet long, as thin as a cicada's wings, crystal clear, and cold.

Silence, in the ancient temple, there was a cold silence.

The misty night swallowed up all the light, and tonight, in particular, was dark.

The three groups of people, without any communication with each other, turned a blind eye, and no one deliberately found fault and provoked.

Time passed little by little, and the night outside became more and more intense.

The wind howled, crunched, crunched, creaked.

The door was blown open by a whistling wind, and the whining sound penetrated the heartstrings.

A black wind rushed in from outside.

Enter the ancient temple and turn into a figure.

The body is two feet long, burly like King Kong, bald, black skin, nose is inverted, holding a magic wand in his hand, seeing the red-robed woman, her eyes lit up, and she crossed a distance of more than ten meters in two steps, and sat down next to the red-robed woman, about three feet.

Boom, the ancient temple shook, and shook frequently.

This thunderous sound made a pair of eyes look at it together.

"This could be a demon gathering place,"

"Let's go quickly while the demons haven't come yet," although the voice was low, there were no mortals in the ancient temple,

With sensitive vision and perverted hearing, Yang Qifeng immediately recognized that it was the leader of the group of dozens of cavalry who spoke.

The eyelids are not moving, if the red-robed woman appears here, the unexpected situation is acceptable, when the black man of the second zhang appears, everyone knows that there is a big problem with this ancient temple.

For this cavalry leader, Yang Qifeng praised in his heart, people are not stupid, and the reaction is not bad, but choosing to flee at this time is definitely self-defeating.

The black strong man, ordinary people look ordinary, but he is proficient in the art of looking at qi, at a glance, he can clearly see that the black strong man is constantly emitting black qi, entangled with him.

The black gas is vast, swallowing the world, it is pure black, pure darkness.

This is demonic energy, and the black strong man is a demon.

Only the demon clan can have such pure demonic energy, like those demon cultivators, in the end, they are halfway monks.

There are no good people in the demon race, this is not to say that the people of the demon race are all evil people.

This argument is not true at all.

The demons have no concept of good and evil, they are the law of the weak, and the weak must submit to the strong.

The strong can dominate the weak and slaughter, which in the eyes of the demons is like killing chickens and dogs.

If you don't have a concept of good or evil, it's very unfair to call them evil.

This night, the ancient temple became more and more strange.

I don't know what kind of guy will appear next.

Yang Qifeng felt the dozens of cavalry, and under the leadership of the cavalry leader, he stood up, carefully controlled his body, did not let his feet make a sound, and walked quickly towards the gate.

Knock knock knock!!!!!!!!!!

The sound of the horse's hooves sounded, and the cavalry moved quickly, and after leaving the ancient temple, they quickly came to the horses, untied the ropes, turned over the horses, urged the mounts, and galloped away to leave here.

Yang Qifeng slowly opened his eyes, and he looked out.

The direction in which the horses disappeared, a boundless night shrouded in incomparable calm.

"Kill yourself!" the ruddy lips opened slightly, and four words came out of her mouth.

It sounded clearly in the ancient temple, and Yang Qifeng withdrew his gaze.

Because he knew that those dozens of cavalrymen would surely die.

The strength of dozens of cavalry is not strong, and the strongest of them is only the strength of the demon pill.

In a small country in the mortal world, he can be a general, guarding one side, and among the big countries, he can be regarded as stepping into the ranks of generals.

But here, the strength of the demon pill is far from enough.

There was little wind sound, the yellow demon wind rushed in, a young man, wanting to be handsome, but slightly evil, with hands but no legs, a long and narrow tail, black scales reflecting the light, standing upright, the upper body of a human body, the lower half of the body of a snake, surrounded by a cold atmosphere.

There was a skull in his hand, his long hair was scattered, and his blood was dripping with blood, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

But according to the traces, it can be known that the owner of this head is one of the knights who left.

As soon as he put it in his mouth, the slender red snake letter spit out, bent and bent, and licked it on the top of the skull.

The teeth are sharp, like brittle bones.

One bite, one bite, and in the blink of an eye, the head was eaten alive.

In the eyes of the red-robed woman and the black strong man, this scene was ignored, but on the contrary, Yang Qifeng had some fluctuations.

Cruel, this snake demon is so ferocious, eating people's heads, like a snack,

I knew that monsters eat people, but he didn't have this way of eating, not swallowing one bite, but biting one bite at a time.

This scene brought a lot of impact to Yang Qifeng.