Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

The black-robed man glanced at the man's gradually changing appearance, and then turned his attention to the boy.

The whole person revealed a pleasant feeling, as if the hunter had found his favorite prey.

Qiang Mo's eyes were light, and there was a slight flash of dislike, but he did not continue to speak.

The man in black robe looked at the three people in front of him, his tone as if he was evaluating several goods:

"These few... they're quite good stuff."

Yuan Xi was the first to bear the brunt, his complexion gradually changed, and his slightly lowered voice sarcastically said:

"It turns out that these days it's a man who treats himself as a god..."

Ye Su laughed "pochi", and the atmosphere suddenly became playful because of the girl's words.

The man in black robe snorted coldly, no nonsense, but a mass of black energy quickly brewed in his hand.

It didn't take long for the black energy to shroud the three of them, and the man also swallowed it.

Qiang Mo's eyes were thin and cold, he held down Yuanxi beside him, and said with his spiritual sense:

"Follow him first."

Yuan Xi paused for a moment, then put away the movements he was about to make, and did not move obediently.

Surrounded by black air, I couldn't see a trace of things clearly, and then I gradually felt a movement.

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Not long after, when the black qi dissipated again, the scene in front of him had changed drastically.

A building like an altar suddenly appeared in front of several people.

And the man in black robe sat on the high stone bench in the middle of the altar.

Looking down at the four people underground, he said to the man:

"Don't hurry up and help this priest protect the law!"

The man's expression changed, fearing that the man in black robe would get angry, he hurriedly walked down the steps to the stone platform in the middle, and his expression was obviously a little nervous.

But... more, it is greed.

The black-robed man had a cane in his hand at some point, and the top of the cane seemed to be inlaid with a dazzling black gem.

With the bursts of voices coming out, the altar gradually contained thick black qi.

As if accepting some kind of summons, they rushed to the three people under the altar.

Qiang Mo's indifferent expression remained unchanged, his eyes were cold as he looked at the black air gushing out in front of him, and a cynical smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The plain hand swirls slightly, and with the flash of a faint light, the Ming Flute transforms directly in the young man's hand!

Immediately afterwards, those black qi dissipated into the air the moment they touched the meditative flute.

At the same time, there was a sound similar to the howling of a ghost.

Yuanxi's subordinates were naturally unambiguous, and directly summoned the Jade Bone Fan, and the majestic black energy in front of him dissipated under the suppression of these two spiritual weapons.

Ye Su looked at the scene in front of him and knew that going up would only add to the chaos, so he simply sat down and took out a micro projector from his pocket.

At the moment of opening, a projected fluorescent computer appeared in front of him.

His fingers skillfully tapped the keyboard in the void, and at the same time, he constantly compared and analyzed the scene in front of him.

...

When the black-robed man on the top of the altar saw the scene below, he suddenly stood up from the stone bench.

Looking at the scene below in surprise, how... possible? ! !

These black qi were all created by the unjust souls of the villagers who died in vain and could not be reincarnated.

But now...

Why is it so fragile?

This, this, how is this possible? !

Why is this!