Chapter 3436

Dyed white and half drooping eyes, long eyelashes cover the deep and bottomless eyes, and the look is calm without any emotion. It is an extreme combination of cold and indifference.

She looked at the blood in her hands and seemed to sneer. The ending was crushed in the cold wind, like mockery and ruthlessness.

Ranbai is a man who always does whatever he wants. He doesn't want to live or die. What's the fear.

This dreamland is the most frightening scene in the original Lord's heart.

——The slaughter within the demon clan!

And now,

The dreamland recreates this scene.

Dyed white slightly narrowed her long and narrow eyes, and her pupil color was strange and dark. She seemed to think of something interesting. She smiled very gently, and the bright red lips opened gently, which was a kind of excited and elegant strangeness.

meanwhile,

Fantasy abroad,

Duanyuan peak.

The sound of the piano lingers for a long time.

The young fairy king is dressed in white like snow. He is on the top of a high mountain and does not stain half the dust in the world.

And now,

Yu Chen looked at the small figure running over lightly, his fingertips slightly paused, his long eyelashes slightly drooped, his pupil color was deep and cold, overlooking the snow-white rabbit in front of him.

Xianjun's voice was cold and his tone was indifferent: "how did you come back?"

The little rabbit was the one that ran Bai carried away. It ran around with ran Bai these days and played wild. It was the first time to come back. At the moment, it tilted its little head and waved its soft claws gently.

The dust is silent, and the divine knowledge spreads.

Fantasy.

He had no intention of invading other people's dreamland, but he suddenly found that the black fog overflowing from the man's environment was obliterated in an instant, imperceptible, as if it had never appeared.

Xianjun made a move.

Evil spirit.

Xuanqing sect always knew that once it could not overcome the source of fear, it was doomed to failure.

But there is also a rare extreme approach.

Slaughter the past in fantasy.

No one has ever had such a situation in the trials of past dynasties.

This matter has nothing to do with him. Others are non causal. What they do is ultimately borne by themselves.

Xianjun was quiet for a little while, with an expression of eternal no joy, no sorrow, and godlike indifference and no desire.

The little rabbit next to him pulled his ears and shrugged down. He was quite impatient and jumped in place, scratching the ground with his claws.

No one knew what Xianjun was thinking, but in the end, he still spread a wisp of divine consciousness and penetrated into the dreamland, but saw the cruel picture of blood flowing into a river and white bones.

The wind seemed still.

There is only one blood moon in the night without dawn.

On the high level stained with blood and red, I saw a shadow in the distance.

Red clothes, black hair, one handed sword.

The evil intention is awe inspiring and condescending.

The long sword was blood red, winding with red blood.

Such a picture,

Somehow, Yu Chen has recorded it for many years.

After a second or two, Xianjun took back his divine consciousness.

It was the first time he broke the law in years.

He didn't know what the man had experienced, so he could experience such a dreamland.

Just.

The young fairy King sat on the top of the mountain, his figure was hidden in the fairy fog, and his white clothes were like snow, like frost in winter.

His cold and exquisite bone appearance was without waves and waves, and his divine residence like appearance was also a godly indifference. Even with his eyes closed, what attracted attention at first sight and dared not offend was still the cold and solemn temperament of his height.

In the dreamland,

The devil in red was upright and fierce. His sword pointed to the sky. The blade as thin as winter frost reflected Sen Han's awn. He just wanted a sword to directly destroy the illusion, but there was a shadow in front of him.

White clothes like snow fall from the sky.

When the clothes are floating, the amazing face is always cold and indifferent.

Almost at the moment of perceiving someone's presence, dyed white's wrist suddenly turned over, the blade swept across the air, hunting the wind, wrapped in awe inspiring killing intention, and approached the illusory figure!

The cold light of the blade reflects the girl's eyes in the abyss.

A clank!

The sword Qi collided and made the most frightening and harsh sound.

Xueji suddenly came out of the scabbard and turned against the blade in front of her -!

Xianjun holds the sword in one hand, with slender bony joints. The soul mourning sword edge is only an inch away from him. It is butted by Xueji and lies across his heart. The sword spirit is strong, but he is calm. He only defends but does not attack. He has light color and thin lips, and spits out four words briefly. The sound quality is clear and cold. It always contains the law of the road: "condense the heart and calm the mind."

That word, like broken ice sinking into the cold pool, fell on ran Bai's ear and made her move. Her fingertips pressed the hilt of the sword, and her color was pale.

The distance between them is only one sword apart. They stand on the top of the high level.

The night was silent and cold, the blood moon fell, the huge darkness, the wind hunting, sadness everywhere, and a strong smell of blood floated in the air.

However, dye Bai caught a touch of light fragrance lingering in the air in that instant. It was not fragrant or strong, but it was cold and clean. It was cold like ice and snow in the clearness. It showed that others were always solemn and taught people to be sober.

She looked at the slender figure in white in front of her. The silver and white long sword was across his heart, only an inch away, reflecting the deep, warm and cool eyes of Xianjun. It seemed that she saw the vast reincarnation of heaven and earth, but it was calm.

For a long time, ranbai stared at the figure in front of her and slowly read out two words. She tossed word by word from her lips and teeth. Unexpectedly, she had an unspeakable meaning and gave birth to a secret and unknown feeling. In this bloody world, she said it from her mouth, giving people an absurd ambiguity but cold: "Xianjun."

Xianjun's fingers on the silver sword handle are cold and slender. They have a beautiful contrast and appear cold and crisp.

He calmly reminded, "no killing here."

The dreamland is really very lifelike. With her current physical condition, she was so seriously injured that she could hardly bear it. Ran Bai stared at Yu Chen, and suddenly had an action. She raised her hand, quickly touched Yu Chen's hand, and pressed her cold fingertips on Yu Chen's cold and exquisite joints.

This sudden action without any omen made Yu Chen slightly stunned. He looked at her silently and didn't avoid it.

"Phantom?" ran Bai's face was a little strange.

It's like... But it's not real.

Can there still be a phantom of Yu Chen here?

Shouldn't it be fear.

The original master and Xuanqing sect Yuchen Xianjun never knew each other. She was afraid of Yuchen???

What a confusing environment to operate.

Then she was still in charge of her in the dreamland.

Tut.

Ranbai originally intended to destroy the dreamland directly, but there is a strange phantom of Yuchen here. If you don't flirt with Bai, don't flirt.

The girl was silent for two seconds, then leaned directly and hugged Xianjun.

Her hands surrounded Yu Chen's waist, her long eyelashes drooped slightly, and her radian was very affectionate. Her white jaw rubbed Xian Jun's thin and white neck. Her actions were a little intimate and ambiguous, her tone was lazy and strange, with a little smile: "but I can't control what to do."

Suddenly he was so hugged that Xianjun's body was slightly stiff. He stopped for a second or two and put his white long finger on the girl's shoulder.