Butterfly Dream of Longevity Tribulation

Every sentence of her ridicule pierced Cang Xuan's heart.

What she wanted to do was undoubtedly to anger Cang Xuan, and obviously, she did it easily.

Cang Xuan hibernated and left the country for thousands of years, secretly wooing and gathering the forces of all ethnic groups leaving the country, nothing more than hoping that one day he would no longer have to be afraid of the heavens, and no longer need to hide in hiding.

Her words just now really touched his weakness.

Hearing only her words, Cang Xuan lowered his head, a cold light flashed in his long and narrow phoenix eyes, and he shouted sharply: "Haha! What Meng'er wants is only their lives, and this deity can make Meng'er come back immediately. My wish is fulfilled!"

After finishing speaking, the blood sword in his hand immediately flew, setting off magma all over the sky, burning everything around, and igniting a raging fire.

Seeing that Mu Zili and Yifeng were surrounded by layers of magma, the woman in red laughed even more alluringly, but there was a hint of sadness in her dark eyes.

Cang Xuan took the opportunity to brush her wrist with one hand, and when his fingertips touched her spirit veins, his heart sank suddenly, his expression changed, even the blood sword controlled by his spiritual power shook a little, the magma and fire suddenly lost control, and flowed to Every corner of Phoenix Feather Hall.

The woman in red who was imprisoned in front of him was as cold as ice, and even in his arms, she was shivering.

"If you want to survive, get out of her body obediently! Otherwise, you should know the way I dealt with your father back then..." Cang Xuan lowered his phoenix eyes, kissed her thin lips, and whispered in her ear.

The woman in red in her arms was shocked when she heard the words, her smile froze at the corner of her lips, her long eyelashes slowly drooped, and a stern chill flashed in her dark eyes.

In the center of the main hall, Mu Zili and Yifeng's physical strength was gradually exhausted, their body skills and sword moves were not as agile as before, and they were really powerless to block the attack of the blood sword.

There are many burns on both sides of Yifeng's butterfly wings, all relying on Mu Zili's barrier protection, he is still lucky, but even Mu Zili's cloud breaking technique can't cut through the magma created by the blood sword.

Just as the Phoenix Feather Hall was filled with flames, everything was about to be burned by Cang Xuan's anger, but a loud roar was heard, and a Xuanniao guard rushed into the crumbling Phoenix Feather Hall.

"Reporting to the lord, I found the traces of the demon army in the west of the departure! I have assembled all the guards of the black bird, please show me the lord!"

Cang Xuan looked cold, looked at the person coming, and said: "Order the Shui Clan to be the vanguard, and go to meet the enemy quickly! Immediately summon other monster clans in the environment and rush to Wuxi to prepare for the battle. The other old demon tribes stay behind in Yunshui Palace. Order, do not act rashly!"

Since returning from the human world and leaving the country, he already knew that it was only a matter of time before the demon army broke into the country, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

Quickly made him feel a little at a loss.

Although he has been preparing for this day for more than ten thousand years, but today is his big wedding with Meng'er, which should not have been the case.

Just when Cang Xuan was distracted talking to the guard, the blood sword controlled by his mind showed its flaws, and Mu Zili's cloud breaking technique took the opportunity to find an exit in the hot magma.

"Yifeng, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time, you go first."

Mu Zili pinched a sound transmission technique, signaling Yifeng to take the opportunity to get away.

Although Yifeng's practice is shallow, he is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. In the face of a catastrophe, how could he abandon them and escape alone.

Therefore, he slightly shook his head at Mu Zili, his blue eyes full of composure.

"I promised Meng'er a long time ago that no matter life or death, she will never be separated. Now she must be controlled by Cangxuan's demon method, and her mind is fascinated, so she is so abnormal. As for holding back Brother Mu, since Cang Xuan has other interests, you and I might as well take Meng'er away while he is off his guard."

Seeing that he refused to leave, Mu Zili became anxious. Cangxuan has been a demon for tens of thousands of years, and the two of them are definitely not his opponents. Seeing that the flaws exposed by the blood sword are about to repair themselves, if this opportunity is lost, only Fearing that both of them will die here, how can Meng'er be rescued?

"Yifeng, the situation is urgent, don't act rashly. Cangxuan has a deep affection for Meng'er, and he won't hurt her easily. Now that the subduing demon army is here, my master Wude Shenjun must be nearby. If you get away, go quickly." Find him. Only Master himself can have a chance to subdue Cang Xuan. As for me, I have my own way to escape."

Mu Zili stood up in his green shirt, his sword eyebrows frowned, and when he pinched out the sound transmission art, he was already in the midst of the flames, and a faint green light floated out, wrapping Yifeng, who had injured wings, without waiting for him After responding, he flicked his sleeves, sent him out of the Phoenix Feather Hall, and landed on the tall sycamore tree outside the hall.

Obviously, although his actions were quick and accurate, they failed to escape Cang Xuan's eyes and ears.

The broad-leaved sycamore, which was originally green and gloomy, ignited spontaneously in an instant, and Yifeng who fell on the treetop had no time to breathe, and was forced by the sudden fire to shake his wings and fly away in pain.

Huge fireballs fell from the sycamore tree, and even with Mu Zili's tree shadow enchantment protecting them against the wind, they couldn't stop the impact of those fireballs, and the blue figure disappeared into the sea of ​​flames in an instant.

Cangxuan's act of igniting the phoenix fire to burn the sycamore tree was really beyond his expectation, he wanted to take advantage of Cangxuan's unpreparedness to help Yifeng escape, but he didn't want to, it hurt him.

I only hope that he will be able to escape this catastrophe due to his good fortune.

Seeing the flames outside the hall soaring into the sky, the flames inside Fengyu Hall gradually dimmed.

Cang Xuan's cold voice suddenly sounded, "If you want to fight with me, you are not qualified yet!"

Before the words were finished, the attack of the blood sword suddenly intensified, forcing Mu Zili to retreat, and when he tried his best to condense his energy and perform the Consonance Technique to fight against him, he happened to see the red shadow from the corner of his eyes, and saw her leaning on the blue sky. In Xuan Huai, there was no trace of blood on the beautiful face, and the corners of the slightly raised eyes suddenly lifted, just in time to meet his gaze.

Those eyes were dark and dull, but they were clearly looking at him, their cherry lips parted slightly, and they mouthed: "Mu Zili, today is the day of your death!"

He trembled all over, and when he lost his mind, he let the blood sword have a gap, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of bright red swords appeared and came towards him.

He tightened his brows, feeling that the catastrophe was inevitable, and he lost his human form in an instant, turning into an invisible and shadowless aura.

But those sharp swords seemed to have heavenly eyes, and they were still pressing on him step by step.

At the critical moment, he felt intoxicated by the red shadow in front of him, and the bursts of fragrance touched his heart. The woman in red who was supposed to be in Cang Xuan's arms suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking most of the sharp sword for him.

"Dream!"

A startled shout came from Cang Xuan, who was more than ten feet away, with wide-eyed phoenix eyes.

His silver-white robe has turned blood red in the blink of an eye, making his fair face pale, and when he flicked his sleeves, the blood sword has turned into dust.

The blood had already soaked her fiery red thin gown, and in an instant, the place where she landed was filled with blood.

Seeing her thin body slowly leaning back, Mu Zili immediately showed his figure, pulled her into his arms, squatted halfway, and hugged her tightly, his clear black eyes were full of sadness.

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