Chapter 3440 What Should I Do if the Disciple Always Wants to Deceive the Teacher (27)

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Ranbai lowered her eyes halfway, her long eyelashes covered her bottomless eyes, her expression was so calm that there was no emotion, a kind of extreme coldness and indifference intertwined.

She glanced at the blood on her hands, and seemed to sneer, and the ending sound was crushed in the cold wind, which seemed mocking and heartless.

This person, Ranbai, has always done whatever he wants, neither seeking life nor death, so there is no need to be afraid.

This illusion was the most terrifying scene in the heart of the original owner.

——The massacre within the Demon Race!

And now,

The illusion recreates this scene.

Ranbai narrowed her long and narrow eyes slightly, her pupils were strange and dark, she seemed to think of something interesting, she smiled very lightly, and the corners of her red lips curved slightly, showing a kind of excitement and elegance.

at the same time,

outside the phantom,

Broken Yuan Peak.

The sound of the piano lingers and lasts for a long time.

The young fairy is dressed in white clothes like snow, on the top of a high mountain, untouched by the dust of the world.

And at this moment,

Yu Chen looked at the small figure running over lightly, paused with his fingertips, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, his pupils were deep and cold, looking down at the snow-white rabbit in front of him.

Xianjun's voice was cold and his tone was indifferent: "Why are you back?"

That little rabbit is the one that Ranbai carried away. It has been running around with Ranbai for the past few days. It was the first time to come back after playing wild. At this moment, it tilted its head and waved its soft and fluffy paws gently. .

Yu Chen fell silent, his consciousness spread.

illusion.

He had no intention of invading other people's illusions, but suddenly discovered that there were strands of black mist overflowing from that person's environment, but they disappeared in an instant, undetectable, as if they had never appeared.

Xianjun made a move.

Demon Qi.

Yu Chen, Xuanqingzong's trial of illusion, always knew that once he couldn't overcome the source of fear, he was doomed to fail.

But there is another extreme that rarely occurs.

Slaughter the past in the illusion.

In the trials of all ages, no one has ever experienced such a situation.

This matter has nothing to do with him, the cause and effect of others is not causal, and what he does is ultimately borne by himself.

Xianjun was quiet for a while, his expression was forever neither happy nor sad, as indifferent and desireless as a god.

The little rabbit next to it pulled its ears down and jumped impatiently on the spot, scratching the ground with its paws.

No one knows what Xianjun is thinking,

But in the end, he still spread a ray of consciousness and penetrated into the illusion, but saw the cruel scene of blood flowing like a river and dense bones.

The sound of the wind seemed to be still.

In the dark night that never dawns, there is only a blood moon covering the sky.

Above the blood-stained high-level, a figure can be seen in the distance.

Red clothes and black hair, holding a sword in one hand.

The evil intentions are awe-inspiring and condescending.

That long sword was blood-red in color, with dark red blood stains winding around it.

such a picture,

Somehow, Yu Chen remembered it for many years.

After a second or two, Xianjun withdrew his consciousness.

That was the first time he broke the law in several years.

He didn't know what that person had experienced to experience such an illusion.

only.

The young fairy sits cross-legged on the top of a high mountain, his figure hidden in the mist, and his white clothes are like snow and winter frost.

His indifferent and delicate bones are calm, his appearance is like a god's mansion, and his temperament is also indifferent to the gods. Even with his eyes closed, the first thing that attracts attention and does not dare to offend him is still that tall and cold man. Awe-inspiring temperament.

In the illusion,

The red-clothed Demon Lord is straight and straight, full of evil spirits, pointing his sword at the sky, the blade as thin as winter frost reflects the cold light, just now he wanted to destroy this illusion with a sword, but suddenly appeared in front of him A touch of figure.

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The white clothes are like snow, falling from the sky.

When the clothes fluttered, that stunning face was always cold and indifferent.

Almost at the moment when he sensed someone's appearance, Ranbai's wrist suddenly flipped, and the blade swept across the air, hunting with the wind, and approached the illusory figure with awe-inspiring killing intent!

The cold light of the blade reflected the girl's abyssal eyes.

Clank!

The collision of sword qi made the most awe-inspiring and ear-piercing sound.

Xue Ji pulled out of the sheath suddenly, and turned against the sword blade in front of her——!

Xianjun holds the sword in one hand, with long and slender joints, the sword of Hunsha is only an inch away from him, and it is resisted by Xueji, lying on his heart. Gently open, spit out four words briefly, the sound quality is clear and cold, always contains the law of the great way: "Concentrate the mind, calm the mind."

That word paused, like broken ice sinking into the cold pool, falling on Ranbai's ears, causing her to pause, her fingertips pressed against the hilt of the sword, her color was pale.

The distance between them is only a sword, and they are so far away from each other, standing on the top of a high level.

The night was silent and cold, the blood moon cast a huge darkness, the wind was whistling, mourning was everywhere, and a strong smell of blood floated in the air.

But Ranbai caught a light fragrance lingering in the air in that instant, it was not fragrant or strong, but it was cold and clean, with a coldness like ice and snow in the clearness, revealing the eternal awe that others did not have, Teach people to be sober.

She looked at the slender figure in white clothes in front of her, with the long silver sword lying in front of his heart, only an inch away, reflecting the deep and cool eyes of the fairy, as if seeing the reincarnation of all things in the world, but the waves were calm.

For a long time, Ranbai stared at the figure in front of him, and slowly read out two words, which came out of his lips and teeth one after another, with an indescribable meaning, faintly giving birth to secret and unknown feelings, in this blood-flowing world In the meantime, she said it out of her mouth, which was absurdly ambiguous but cold: "Xianjun."

Xianjun's fingers clasped on the silver-white sword hilt are cold and slender, very beautiful against the background, appearing cold and sharp.

He calmly reminded: "No killing is allowed here."

The illusion is indeed extremely realistic, even her current physical condition is as badly injured as before, and her consciousness can hardly bear it. Ranbai stared at Yu Chen's appearance, and suddenly made a movement. She raised her hand and touched it quickly. With Yu Chen's hand, the cold fingertips pressed on Yu Chen's cold, hard and delicate joints.

Such a sudden movement without any warning made Yu Chen startled for a moment, and looked at her silently, without avoiding it.

"Phantom body?" Ranbai's face was a little strange.

It looks like...but it's not real.

Can Yu Chen's phantom mirror appear here?

Shouldn't it be fear?

The original owner and Xuanqingzong Yuchen Xianjun did not know each other at all, she, afraid of Yuchen? ? ?

What a confusing environment to operate.

Then in the illusion, she still cares about her.

Tsk.

Ranbai originally planned to directly destroy the illusion, but Yu Chen's phantom appeared here very strangely, and Bai would not be molested if he didn't flirt with it.

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

She wrapped her hands around Yu Chen's waist, her long eyelashes drooped slightly, her curves were very tender, her white chin rubbed against Xianjun's thin and fair neck, her movements were a little secretive and intimate, her voice was lazy and strange, with a slight smile Fei smiled: "But I can't control what to do."

Suddenly being hugged like this, Xianjun's body was slightly stiff, he stopped for a second or two, and his long white fingers rested on the girl's shoulder.