The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 760 When You Are Filming a TV Series
Could it be that there are some other changes in this, no, this totem is a time bomb, she must find a way to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Leng Wuyou narrowed her eyes, and inadvertently her eyes drifted to the red marks on the ground. The moment she saw these marks, her eyes suddenly narrowed.

Why hadn't she noticed these traces before?Is she blind?It is obvious that she cannot be blind, so it can only explain these traces, deliberately weakening her sense of existence.

Leng Wuyou's spiritual consciousness spread out, observing this huge pattern from the perspective of God.

In Leng Wuyou's spiritual consciousness, this pattern was completely presented.

The bloody pattern is like a wandering snake. At first glance, it looks like an ordinary pattern, just like a pattern on the ground. However, if you look closely, you will find that these patterns seem to be connected together, echoing each other and connecting with each other. , there seems to be a faint aura wandering in it.

Leng Wuyou's spiritual sense swept over these lines inch by inch, and suddenly she paused, and a cold light burst out from her eyes.

Her figure suddenly flashed to the side, a black ray of light struck from her back, hit the ground with a bang, and directly hit a bowl-sized crater on the ground.

The attack was in vain, and a hoarse and difficult voice sounded in the entire hall, coming from all directions, drifting up and down, near and far, making people a little unpredictable and unable to tell where he was.

"Since I let you escape, it's really a pity, and I will let you live a little longer."

Hearing the voice Leng Wuyou's face was cold and terrifying, her eyes suddenly turned violent, her voice was like a pool of nine secluded lakes, icy to the bone, "You dog, plot against me, I really think I can't catch you."

Even get such a special effect for yourself, do you think you are filming a TV series?

Listen to that voice, fluttering, almost far away, I really think of myself as a ghost.

If he wanted to be a ghost then, Leng Wuyou raised his hand and said that he would not mind helping him for a while, it would be free of charge.

Man in the Dark: Ghosts need your help.

Leng Wuyou looked indifferent: Aren't you a ghost?

The man in the dark: ...

Leng Wuyou's eyes flickered for a few times, and the power of the soul wrapped his eyes. The originally pitch-black phoenix pupils became a little deeper at this moment, as if there were two rounds of whirlpools swirling in the eyes, and if he was not careful, he would be caught Breathe it in, it's breathtaking.

Leng Wuyou raised his head expressionlessly, and his eyes shot in one direction. In the eyes, the power of the soul quickly condensed and formed two crescent-shaped half-arc cuts, which shot directly at a point at the highest point on the top of the hall. and go.

The half-moon-shaped arc slashed at that point, and a light curtain flashed in an instant, and the black light on it flowed non-stop.

The half-moon arc cut through, directly smashing the black light curtain instantly, and as the light curtain shattered, a group of men in black suddenly appeared on the top of the hall.

They were all wrapped in black robes, covering themselves tightly, holding weapons that looked like staffs or crutches in their hands, and each of them stood motionless in place, even the voice of speaking stopped abruptly, like It's a duck with its throat choked.

Obviously, the sudden forced appearance made those people still a little unresponsive. Taking advantage of this moment, Leng Wuyou lightly hooked his fingertips, and the half-moon arc cut line followed her movements, and was firmly controlled by her Weave through the crowd.

In an instant, several black-robed men's necks were drawn, and blood gushed out in an instant. The vivid colors added a bit of mystery and evil to the already eerie palace.

By the time those black robes reacted, they had already lost five companions one after another.

After losing five companions, there were still more than a dozen men in black. They looked at each other, then at the dead man, and all of them focused their eyes on the man in the middle holding the blood-red staff.

(End of this chapter)