Chapter 788 Black Flower

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The cold wind blew across the wasteland, and with the impact of the monsters below, the ground beneath my feet gradually became stained with blood. Black flowers with a strange aura bloomed in the thorny place.

There was silence between heaven and earth, and the roar of monsters in my ears became louder and louder.

Sang Luo looked at Shuo Feng and asked,

"Did Death Moon ask you to come to me? Or was it because you were ignorant?"

She didn't know Death Moon well, but she knew that this person was as smart as a monster and never acted according to common sense. Even if he was dead, he was still feared.

Who knows if he has left any moves in the future?

"It is the intention of the demon god. He wants to summon the souls of the demon clan and change the pattern of the fairyland, and the most critical step lies in you."

Shuo Feng looked at Sang Luo and said bluntly,

"Your special destiny may be the key to breaking the situation, and this is also the key to me finding you."

The death of the master that day was actually caused by some cause and effect. It was just that he had been too tired after all these years of planning and had lived enough.

Use your wealth and life to find a way for him to win in front of the devil.

Originally, he wanted to avenge his master no matter what.

He didn't care about anything else. If his master died in her hands, he would take her life.

But when he opens the bag of tips, he will know the master's intentions.

He didn't allow him to avenge him, and he didn't allow him to be an enemy of Sang Luo.

Perhaps the master had already seen clearly how special she was, so he died in her hands on purpose.

"My destiny is special"

Sang Luo stared, indeed, if she really had a destiny, she should be special.

After all, she was not originally from this world.

But she did something that changed the original trajectory of the world.

The system brought her to this place, but now, she couldn't believe it.

"What else did you say?"

Sang Luo asked.

Shuo Feng shook his head,

"Gone."

There were very few words left by the Master.

At this point, the cooperation between the two has been temporarily reached.

At this time, the blocking talisman array could no longer bear the attack of the monsters below, and cracks began to appear.

Shuo Feng's expression changed slightly, and he wanted to take action to suppress it.

But at this moment, Sang Luo stopped his hand,

"no."

She also wanted to find Chu Yanshu.

Maybe he's down there.

Shuo Feng frowned and was about to speak.

But the next moment, the extremely powerful Wia from above descended, and a mouthful of blood flowed out of his throat uncontrollably.

Sang Luo also felt this change in spiritual energy, and his expression changed slightly.

Above the sky, Shen Sanniang was holding a long sword. The cold air on the blade was overwhelming. With her as the center, frost flowers formed every inch until it covered the entire sky.

"The ruthless swordsmanship, Shen family, Shen Sanniang."

Shuo Feng narrowed his eyes and called out the long knife in his hand.

"It came so quickly!"

Sang Luo summoned the long sword in his hand, also looking a little defensive.

She clearly blocked the space. Why did Shen Sanniang come so quickly?

Is it possible that the Shen family has some secret communication method?

Or.

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At the end of the abyss, Chu Yanshu and Duan Wushang stood in the center of the spiritual formation, looking at the turbid breath surging below and the flower glowing with black energy.

Chu Yanshu raised his hand to touch the flower, but found that it was blocked back the moment he touched it.

Duan Wushang rubbed his arm.

"Why does it feel so uncomfortable to stay here? Why don't we go up first?"

People who practice Taoism have the instinct to sense danger.

As one's cultivation goes higher, this instinct becomes stronger, and the less danger one can perceive.

It has been a long, long time since he felt like his life was being threatened.