Those dark clouds drifted closer, and everyone realized that they were not clouds, but flames!
They are black flames that cover the sky, they do not represent light or heat, they radiate the cold horror of death and despair, which makes people almost suffocate, and a sense of cold fear comes out from the depths of the body.
The majestic and magnificent sect seemed to have turned into an underworld. Everyone trembled in horror, but they couldn't help being in awe of the person who released such terrifying coercion and soaring black flames.
Everyone in Xuantianzong knows that their young master has left the customs!
After 30 years of retreat, the young suzerain was successfully promoted to the ninth rank!
Everyone knows that the young master of Xuantianzong is a peerless genius who has been promoted to the ninth rank!
A slender figure of fiery red lightly appeared at the highest point of the main house of the Young Sovereign's cave, his beautiful eyes like autumn water looked at the direction of the back mountain in a daze Did he succeed?
Among the mountains, a man in a purple-gold robe came strolling through the air. His footsteps were slow and elegant, but with just one step, he had already reached the beauty in red on the roof of the main house of the Young Sovereign's cave.
The black dragon in the sky let out a long roar, and the black flames in the sky rushed towards it like a tide. The dragon swallowed the water like a sea whale, swallowing all the flames in the blink of an eye, and its figure was completely exposed in front of everyone's eyes.
The beauty in red stared at the advanced Xuanlong in the sky obsessively. She didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a while, but he succeeded!
The mysterious dragon flew down from the sky, and when it landed in front of the beauty in red, it had become only the length of a palm, entwined softly around the man's hand.
He smiled lightly and walked up two steps, wrapped his arms around the slender waist of the beauty in red, and said, "My young lady, is this how you welcome me out of customs?"
The beauty in red, that is, Mo Huang, the wife of the Young Sect Master of Xuantian Sect, fixedly took a look at the Young Sect Master, and said softly: "Congratulations, the Young Sect Master has fulfilled his wish, and his cultivation has grown rapidly."
The young sect master didn't even look at the disciples inside and outside the sect who were kneeling on the ground outside the sect, he hugged Mo Huang wantonly, and landed in front of the gate of the young sect master's cave, went straight into the bedroom, put Mo Huang on the couch, Touching her temples, she smiled lingeringly: "I'm out of customs, are you unhappy?"
Mo Huang lowered her eyes: "How could that be?"
"Tell me, I've been in seclusion all these years, what happened to my little beauty?"
The young suzerain is like a gentle and good lover, speaking softly.
Mo Huang was stiff all over, bit her lip and said: "It's still the same"
Snapped!
A resounding slap swept across Mo Huang's incomparably beautiful face, leaving five bright red fingerprints.
Her jaw was clenched, and her face was forcibly raised, facing the gentle black pupils of the Young Sect Master.
"Then tell me, where are the two female disciples guarding Mo Ling'er's soul crystal? They were burned to ashes by you, right? You haven't improved your cultivation, but your courage is getting bigger and bigger."
Mo Huang didn't say a word, she was too naive.
Most of the two female disciples were tampered with by him, and he was afraid that he would have discovered the moment she killed someone.
If it weren't for the fact that this retreat was too important to him, he would have broken through to find his little beauty.
The Young Sect Master looked at Mo Huang's stubborn and silent appearance, and sighed softly: "It really looks like it!"
He lowered his head and kissed her fiercely, and pressed her under his body. The fiery red clothes were torn apart and scattered on the oak, and the delicate and delicate body like warm jade was for him to twist and play.
Very similar! It's a pity, after all, it's not
The crazy atmosphere gradually dissipated. Mo Huang lay lazily on the couch, staring at the golden threads flowing on the gauze, motionless. She felt like a person sinking into a swamp, seeing the catastrophe was just around the corner. But there is no way.
She even gradually did not understand what fear and despair meant, she just watched herself sinking little by little numbly.
She doesn't even remember what she used to be like. When she dreamed back at midnight, she only felt strange when she saw herself decades ago. Has she ever smiled so happily and recklessly?
For this devil-like man beside her, she betrayed her family and killed her parents and sister, but she didn't even realize her humblest wish.
Knowing that in his eyes, she is nothing more than a tool from beginning to end, and a tool that has no value in use, but she still can't stop her extravagant desire.
She doesn't even know what her heart is made of, and she gets hurt again and again, as long as he looks at him with a little fake tenderness, she will forget all the pain again, and she is willing to do anything for him.
She doesn't want to think about whether she regrets or not,Maybe when the time comes, her heart and her person will be completely reduced to ashes, and that will be her true destination.
"You have never used the furnaces I gave you? For thirty years, your cultivation has not improved a bit, and you will be farther and farther away from me, my dear wife."
The Young Sect Master sat up, nonchalantly playing with Mo Huang's long black hair.
Furnace cauldron? !
Mo Huang gritted his teeth with hatred when he thought of the handsome male immortals with fire roots sent by the young master.
Not knowing where the strength came from, she opened her eyes wide, looked at the Young Sovereign, and smiled charmingly: "If it's your little beauty, are you willing to let her choose the stove?!"
A gleam of blood flashed in the young master's dark pupils, he lowered his head and bit Mo Huang's jade neck fiercely, and said with a sneer, "You have learned to make me angry? Why are you comparing yourself to her? What are you? How can she use it?" With those trash?"
Mo Huang sneered: "Yes! I am nothing, so what are you?! You are nothing in front of her!"
Before the lingering aftertaste was exhausted, the atmosphere in the dormitory dropped to freezing point because of Mo Huang's words.
Mo Huang didn't regret it, and even if the young suzerain shot her to pieces the next moment, she didn't feel afraid, but would be happy that she was finally freed.
"Gou Chishi asks to see you!"
The cautious voice of the servant disciple came from outside the house, inadvertently breaking the stalemate between the two.
"I am her master! I will let everyone know, what is the Mo tribe's supremely talented saint? She is just my forbidden pet. As for you, my dear wife, don't make me angry anymore, otherwise, I will I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for the day when your sisters reunite!"
The young patriarch Xuan Hao slowly opened his brows, smiled lightly and retracted his gloomy gaze, stretched out his hand to touch the tip of Mo Huang's nose affectionately, got up and left without hesitation.
Mo Huang pulled the silk quilt dumbly, covered her naked body, closed her eyes tightly, and let the tears fall from the corners of her eyes one by one.
She couldn't help but think of decades ago, when she was the only daughter in her family and the apple of her eye.
The Mo tribe is an ancient family of alchemy and tool refining, and several of the suzerains of Xuantianzong are from the Mo tribe.
In the past, Xuantianzong was called Momen. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com