Chapter 638

The reason why it is said to be the black moon team is that they like to wear black moon pattern robes and wear pattern masks on their faces when they are in action.

So many people call Tong Mu the ghost team. It's mysterious and powerful. It's also a headache for many pirates in the sea.

The largest area of phantasmagoria is just the ocean area, and the great prosperity of pirates can be felt as early as in Cangzhou.

Tong Mu doesn't even know the king of the magic temple. The leader of the ghost team, who is curious about this, is just a member of the magic group. Even you sent someone to look for them and wanted to invite them to join the magic temple. But a few years ago, Tong Mu seemed to have evaporated.

Up to now, it is a topic that many people in the southern region of illusory world are fond of talking about, but since another mysterious organization appeared, people now have basically forgotten the previous Tong Mu organization, and the leader calls himself Mei Tong!

On the contrary, the names of Meizu and Fengzu have long been well-known, but they are only limited to 19 empires and neighboring dynasties, because the magic temple has always been in a low-key position.

If one day the name of the magic Temple emerges, it may shake the whole land of the magic world, even the moral world will be affected, or the moral world at a higher level.

The little old man behind Wenshi walked forward and slowly walked to the cold no trace opposite him. With his fierce murderous spirit, his robes were broken layer by layer, exposing a skinny body full of luster.

"Wenguang, come back." A cold voice resounded in the air, only to see Wenshi still standing in the same place, staring at the opposite cold traceless face without blinking.

Old man Wenguang turned his head, and his murderous spirit was restrained. He looked at Wenshi with some doubts. He didn't know why he asked him to go back when he was in high spirits.

This has never happened before. Although the old man didn't open his mouth to ask, the expression on his face obviously wanted to know why.

Aragonite light said: "for me." It was as if the air flow had become static for a moment. The faces of Wen Guang and Wen he were full of disbelief.

It's obvious that Wen Shi paid so much attention to the kid on the other side. What this means is very clear. However, old man Wen Guang didn't show dissatisfaction and just walked back slowly.

But it's strange that the original broken robes are put together again, wrapping the old man's body again, which seems a little magical.

Wenshi came slowly, and his robe made him look a little more cold and fierce. With the wind blowing, he floated. That pair of cold pupil inside, twinkle the light of demon.

The next second, a strong and hot red ember gas condenses on the body, and then the sword blade behind him suddenly comes out and falls into the hand, which is a long sword that seems to be a little worn-out. Then the next second, a little streamer flashes from the tail of the sword to the sword.

The whole body of the sword takes on a new look, and the cold wind fills it. It looks very strange. Zhao Yunting's face flashed a touch of consternation, the sword actually has a spirit.

Leng Wuchen looked at the sword, his heart trembled, his eyes were covered with a layer of magical color, his hands could not help holding more tightly.

Aragonite's eyes twinkled with cold light, looked at his cold traceless face, and said gently: "let's go! Otherwise, Lord moye will be in a hurry. "

Leng Wuchen nodded slightly, and the murderous spirit diffused from the surrounding of his body. The invisible black ember gas also rushed out, and a spontaneous self-confidence filled his heart at the moment!

The next second, Leng Wuhen's eyes exposed a touch of murder, his hands quickly hidden from the soul, the whole action, without the slightest delay, as if overnight.

"Shadow spirit, shadow bomb!" Boom! Several shadow bombs directly broke the surrounding air, just like a giant nuclear bomb, carrying a terrible explosive force, in the position where aragonite stayed, instantly burst open!

At this time, Jiaren and Jiashu also retreat to Zhao Yunting's side, watching the battle between Leng Wuhen and Wenshi. Wen Guangwen and the two old men live under a big tree, watching everything in front of them, with a sneer on their lips.

The smoke of gunpowder, the dust of agitation, the cold traceless fast moving body shape, just now his attack is just to test the strength of the other side, because he is not very clear about the strength of the other side, so it is impossible to be easily mastered by the skill he just performed.

This cold traceless is also very clear, so the moment he launched the attack, he quickly moved his figure, in order not to let his action be captured by Wenshi.

When the smoke dispersed, as expected by Leng Wuchen, Wenshi was still standing in the same place, basically intact, and his robe was still shaking in the cold wind. If it wasn't for the thick dust, it seemed that everything just happened didn't exist.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Yunting looks at Wen Shitou suspiciously. Seeing that he has not been hurt by Leng Wuhen's powerful attack, she can't help asking.But Jiashu sneered: "that man's speed is very fast. He left the place at the moment of the explosion, and then returned to the origin again after the explosion subsided!"

Jiaren's eyes were shining, and he calmly opened his mouth and then analyzed: "and that person should be able to achieve instant hidden spirit. Although the other person's action is very fast, I still caught the action of the other person's fingertips bouncing slightly. It should not be the speed of his body. It seems that it's really difficult."

"So strong?" Zhao Yunting surprised way out.

"But we are not mediocre people." Slowly and Jiaren.

No trace? Is his name traceless. Zhao Yunting had doubts in her heart. It turned out that he was not Chai haoxuan at all. If so, he should have hidden many things. Otherwise, who would have hidden his real name.

However, Zhao Yunting is happy for the first time, because she knows the real name of this seemingly mysterious and tenacious young man, traceless, pretty nice name, I will remember, thank you for letting me know that eyes and ears may also be cheated, and hoodwinked.

But Jiaren and Jiashu are not sure what kind of influence their casual words will bring later, and Zhao Yunting is not sure what the name stands for and what the real meaning is. I'm afraid no one will think of it.