Beast Master Xuannv

In a luxurious royal palace, the palace pavilions are extremely tall, covering the sky and looking a bit gloomy. The corridors connecting the palace pavilions are like a woman's waist, twists and turns, but very wide, covering an area of ​​more than a hundred miles.

White jade is the wall, and fox fur is the floor.All bricks and tiles are made of high-quality red warm jade, and the interior is warm like spring all year round, which is extremely luxurious.

In the middle of the palace, there is a bed carved out of warm jade, covered with purple sable fur.

There was a thin young man lying on his side. It was early autumn, and the climate was still very mild, but the young man felt extremely cold, and his whole body was tightly wrapped, except for his pale face.

Pale as a piece of white paper, but seeing his eyes flicker with evil charm from time to time, one knows that this weak young man is also a very difficult master.

The young man coughed a few times from time to time, his bright red lips seemed to drip blood, the red demon ruled.

He didn't seem to feel warm yet, and was shivering.

The young man felt a little warm after the original fire of the fire phoenix was ignited in the purple golden cauldron next to him.

A figure quickly passed by outside the door, "Pu Tong" knelt in front of the boy, the temperature in the room made him sweat profusely.

"Ghost, my subordinates can't catch his breath anymore." Hei Ming knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground, his head was only a line away from the ground, "This subordinate is incompetent, please forgive me."

"Ahem, have you lost your track?" Guijun slightly parted his red lips, covered his mouth with his sleeve and coughed lightly, and seemed to be muttering to himself, as indifferent as ice, extremely cool.The tone is not questioning, but affirmative.

"Yes." If you listen carefully, you can hear that the seemingly calm voice is slightly trembling, and his figure is also trembling slightly.There was some crystal liquid on the back of his hand, but his head was too low to see the expression on his face.

"Idiot, if you can't catch a seriously injured person, what's the use of me keeping you?" Gui Jun still had no expression on his face, and waved his sleeve robe.

Hei Ming was shocked, and hurriedly said: "Ghost, please..." Before he could say his life, Hei Ming's body exploded into a bloody sauce, and the smell of blood immediately filled the air.

A mass of white soul body rises from the blood sauce, and a circle of black air swims around the soul body, which is a unique symbol of the ghost race. The distorted face can still be seen faintly on the soul body, as if still begging for mercy.

"Trash." The slender left hand grabbed the void, and the white soul body spread out, turning into countless pieces of white light, flying to various places, and the soul flew away, and it could no longer practice reincarnation.

The ghost clan is originally a clan of souls who have escaped from the underworld and are not controlled by the heavenly clan. They rely on powerful mana to cultivate their own bodies. They can also be called undead clans, because as long as their souls are immortal, they can cultivate their bodies and age. Afterwards, he can abandon his physical body and condense into one body again, thus achieving eternal life.

That Shuo Mu obviously knew this too, so even their souls were destroyed.

There was another light cough, and his handsome face was still white without a trace of blood.

Gui Jun raised his head and looked up at the void. The black air and the blue sky merged without distinguishing each other. After a while, he turned around suddenly, waved his sleeves, and brought a powerful voice that did not match the weak body---

"Forget it, I'll see how far you guys can grow! But no matter how much you jump around, you won't be able to get out of my hands, and I hope it won't be too boring, Jie Jie..."

The sinister laughter echoed in this resplendent and resplendent Palace Feather, exuding a chilly yin energy.

A handsome face with a youthful look, but a pair of eyes that are more vicissitudes than seeing through the world...