Chapter 370: Nowhere to hide, the Eye of Hell and the Eye of Insight

The huge crescent moon teared the air, as if it was about to cut a gap in the space. Leng Zhuo was slightly panting by the three layers inside and three layers inside and outside the three layers inside and outside. The thousands of fantasy foxes in the Ximen family were not blown out to play.

These tens of thousands of illusion foxes are transformed from thousands of illusions and hundreds of blades. Needless to say, the attack power is, but the nine thousand nine hundred foxes transformed are illusion bodies, but they also have certain attack power, which is a bit perverted.

No wonder this move can kill all of you even when facing three thousand soldiers. The foundation of a great family that can be passed down for thousands of years is not something that can be blown out.

Leng Zhuo, surrounded by the group, remained in a high tense state. The huge crescent sword light swept over. From a distance, Leng Zhuo had already felt a strong sense of crisis. The tears in his hand suddenly burst into flames and red flames.

The sudden flames immediately engulfed around. Many of the fantasy foxes surrounding Leng Zhuo were immediately swallowed by the flames and turned into dust and drifted away. However, behind them, more fantasy foxes had jumped up again and rushed towards Leng Zhuo.

The Fantasy Moon Crack seems to be a huge high-speed rotating moon wheel, like a rotating sickle. However, this slash is not as simple as it looks from the side. Only those who are shrouded by the Fantasy Moon Crack can see clearly. The shape of the Fantasy Moon Crack is actually a round bright moon.

This attack is not only rotating back and forth, but also drilling at high speed. With a blade of magical changes, it completes a series of changes in the moon, from the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, and the moon to revolve repeatedly, the moon evolves into the celestial phenomena of the moon.

As the moon passed, the fantasy fox turned into pieces one after another. The ground seemed to be pushed by a bulldozer, forming a semicircular trench, more than two feet deep. This attack rushed towards Leng Zhuo, who was surrounded by the fantasy fox group.

Ximen Chuxue didn't go to see it again. The fantasy moon was cut down, and no one could live intact. Her silver eyes looked at the moon in the sky. The silver hair was slightly chaotic in the night wind, and a faint sadness flowed out from Ximen Chuxue standing on the broken wall.

That melancholy and sad expression is definitely a girl and a young woman kills her. However, for Ximen Chuxue, who has practiced the Thousand Illusion Heart Art, that sadness and melancholy are probably just an expression!

The Fantasy Moon Qiang Change Slash swept across the position where Leng Zhuo was, and then stopped for a moment and directly bombarded a hundred meters. Along the way, neither the humans nor the broken walls and remnants could escape the slash, turning into powder and dissipating in the moonlight wind.

Ye Linglong knelt down on the ground dejectedly, looking at the empty front almost incredible. The chaotic airflow blew her black hair. Leng Zhuo was gone, and his heart was so unsuccessful that it seemed to be grabbed by someone. Then he rubbed it hard. She was always strong, and her eyes were filled with splashes of water.

Only after losing it did I realize that his existence had been deeply rooted in my heart and could never be forgotten.

A faint bitterness flowed out of his eyes, and his cherry lips were wide open, but he could not speak a sound. The world seemed to have lost words because of his disappearance.

Liang Hongyu was also a little lost, but the soul contract was connected, and Liang Hongyu quickly realized this: "Young Master is fine, Young Master is fine!"

"Papa,papa!" The applause sounded from the quiet night. Leng Zhuo slowly walked out of a dark corner. Looking at Ximen Chuxue standing on the broken wall not far away, he said, "I have to admit that the thousands of fantasy foxes in the Ximen family are very powerful, and your slash is also very strong, but I still have a little bit of it if I want to kill me!"

"And I suddenly thought of how to subdue you!" Leng Zhuo smiled at the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Ximen Chuxue, who was obviously a little surprised, and said.

"It really surprised me that you can avoid it, but you want to subdue me, hahaha, this is the funniest joke I have ever heard in my life! Even if the ancestor Ximen comes, I dare not say that I can control me, just you!"

Ximen Chuxue suddenly burst into laughter arrogantly. The laughter came far away with the wind. The disdainful gaze swept towards Leng Zhuo and said contemptuously.

Leng Zhuo's face was still the same as usual, not angry at all by Ximen Chuxue's words. Instead, he said calmly: "Can you know it immediately, but before that, I want to ask, you will fulfill the bet!"

Ximen Chuxue cut, a cynical smile pursed at the corner of her mouth, and said, "What if you do it, what if you don't do it!"

Leng Zhuo shouted and said, "If you do it, I can spare your life. If you only plan to perfunctory me, haha, then I have to kill you!"

"Let's wait for you to touch the corner of my clothes and talk!" Ximen Chuxue sneered, feeling quite disdainful of someone's bold words.

"Young Master!" Zhao Yun rode the Blood Cloud Silver Dragon to appear on the side, glanced at Ximen Chuxue, and said to Leng Zhuo.

"All solved!" Leng Zhuo said without looking back.

"Well, although there are still sporadic resistance, it has basically subsided, and the number of people caught is still counted!"

"I understand, please step back. I'll talk about it after I've cleaned up this guy first!" Leng Zhuo waved his hand and said.

"Young master, why not give him to Zilong to deal with it!"

"Ha, no need, I can deal with an arrogant guy! Besides, I have a secret weapon!" Leng Zhuo chuckled and said.

Leng Zhuo said, stroking the void with his hand and opening the summoning array. Leng Zhuo directly pulled out the holy beast of the Nighthawk tribe that had always been listless and only knew that he was sleeping (the holy beast of the Grassland Tribe is a worship beast, not a ninth-level holy beast), and the Misty Nighthawks.

Speaking of the attack that teleported to avoid Ximen Chuxue, Leng Zhuo suddenly remembered the Misty Nighthawk who was randomly stuffed into the mount of the hundred generals. This Misty Nighthawk has an eye of insight, and in his brilliant illusion, he cannot escape the insight of the Eye of insight.

Because of the miscellaneous hair, Leng Zhuo dared to speak wildly. Unfortunately, this miscellaneous nighthawk is like a plague, which makes people stay away from him. No one wants it. It’s a headache!

The Mishaired Nighthawk is quite big, so naturally he cannot stand on his shoulders like an ordinary Nighthawk. Moreover, the shape is too unsightly and cannot stand out from the mighty. However, although the Mishaired Nighthawk is sleeping heavily, he is very awake. After being summoned, he flapped his wings and landed on a broken wall beside him.

Then, continue to sleep soundly!

Not very shameful, too embarrassing.

Leng Zhuo turned to Ximen Chuxue coolly and said, "Don't show that disdainful look. Don't look at this miscellaneous bird that is too lazy to only know how to sleep, but it is the nemesis of your Ximen family's Thousand Illusion Heart Art. I think even you can't escape its eyes!"

Ximen Chuxue sniffed at this and glanced at the generals around her. However, she frowned slightly in her heart. It seemed that she had miscalculated a little. There were such powerful players among these people, so it would be better to fight quickly: "It's really boring, I will solve you directly!"

Ximen Chuxue said as she took a step forward, but the standing Ximen Chuxue was still standing there, but there was only one more Ximen Chuxue on the wall, and she was illusory. Everyone seemed to have not moved, but they had already stepped forward in front of Leng Zhuo.

Phantom Step, one of the martial arts of the Ximen family, can be said to be the top one of the steps, illusory and illusory, one step at a time, making people unable to tell the truth and the false.

Leng Zhuo took two steps back and grabbed the neck of the misty nighthawk. Fortunately, Leng Zhuo is now strong and has a strong body, otherwise he would not be able to carry the fat bird: "I know you can hear that you see that no one wants to kill me. If you don't open your eyes, I will use you as a meat shield to block the knife!"

Shameless, shameless. Although the Misty Nighthawk is very disdainful of Leng Zhuo's threat, it is not an ordinary monster, but a natural spirit beast. Generally, the higher the level of the monster, the more spiritual intelligence it will be, but spiritual beasts are born with spiritual intelligence. Among the monsters, only a very small number are natural spirit beasts. It can be said that the level of rareness is that the value of the spirit beast is not inferior to that of a holy beast.

Ximen Chuxue looked at Leng Zhuo's ridiculous behavior, but couldn't help but laugh and said, "You just want to subdue me with a miscellaneous beast. It's such a ridiculous joke. Let me send you and this miscellaneous beast to the underworld with one knife!"

Ximen Chuxue said as she raised the Thousand Illusion Blades. A faint wind swirled above the holy soldier, disturbing the airflow around her. Ximen Chuxue raised the Thousand Illusion Blades, but her handsome face showed a hint of ferociousness: "Go to die!"

Ximen Chuxue said as she waved the Thousand Illusion Blades, but at that moment, the Misty Nighthawk slowly opened her eyes. Perhaps Leng Zhuo's threat had effect, or perhaps Ximen Chuxue's disdain angered it. In short, it opened its eyes.

The blood-colored pupils have turned the world into a bloody color. The blood-colored pupils are said to be the gate to the Eighteen Hells of Blood. Anyone who is seen by the blood-colored pupils will enter this hell and go around. No one can escape the punishment of hell. Therefore, the blood-colored pupils are also called the Eye of Hell.

The spreading blood color twisted and deformed the space. Countless blood-colored tentacles continued to stretch out and rolled up Ximen Chuxue. Last time, just opened half of his eyes, Leng Zhuo had already trembled all over. He felt a terrible feeling in his heart, sweating all over his body, unable to move. This time, the Misty Nighthawk actually opened his eyes completely.

At the moment of insight, any illusion will be cracked, so it is no exaggeration to say that it is the nemesis of the Ximen family. The Qianhuan Heart Art is too powerful and cannot escape the gaze of the Eye of Insight. However, the Eye of Insight only has the ability to understand, but does not have the ability to trap. The reason why Leng Zhuo could not move before was because of the effect of the Eye of Hell.

It can be said that the Eye of Hell and the Eye of Insight are almost invincible. At that moment, Ximen Chuxue's true body was finally revealed, and she was trapped in the shackles of the Blood Sea Hell. A trace of fear appeared between her eyes. Although it was only that moment, it was enough.

Leng Zhuo moved, and came to Ximen Chuxue in three steps like the wind. The blood-crying sword was placed on Ximen Chuxue's neck. It was not enough. Countless colorful silks were released and they tied them into rice dumplings. Moreover, these colorful silks were connected with colorful spiritual energy, controlled by the colorful holy emperor butterfly in their body. Leng Zhuo didn't believe that he could run away like this.

Looking at the honest Ximen Chuxue trapped, Leng Zhuo smiled and said, "How about it, didn't you say I can't control you? What do you say now!"

"Are you planning to fulfill the bet, or do you want me to kill you!" Leng Zhuo patted Ximen Chuxue's face, "What's the reason why a big man is so beautiful? It's easy to misunderstand it."

Ximen Chuxue looked at Leng Zhuo with a complicated expression and said, "The Eye of Insight, indeed, the only one who can break the Illusion Heart Art of the Ximen family is this Eye of Insight. You can find the Nighthawk with the mutated blood pupils. I have nothing to say, kill me!"

"Really?" Leng Zhuo said in surprise.

Ximen Chuxue turned her head and looked generous in her death. Leng Zhuo looked at her and said, "It's easy to kill you, just use one sword to stop, but killing you will not do anything to me. I need a master like you around me now. No matter how, I don't consider being my follower!"

"Not interested!"

Leng Zhuo looked at Ximen Chuxue, but sneered: "Then don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless. As for me, I will definitely do what I want to do, even if it's a perfect means. Now I want you to be a subordinate, but you just want to die. It can be seen that what you decide is difficult to change. It's really difficult to make you change your mind, but I like this kind of challenge!"

"Your face is really..., tsk tsk...!" Leng Zhuo said as he whispered a few words in Ximen Chuxue's ear, then raised his head and said again: "Are you sure you don't follow me?"

Ximen Chuxue bulged her eyes and looked at Leng Zhuo without blinking. After a while, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay to follow you, but it depends on my mood. I don't like being called around!"

"Yes, it seems that you still know how to turn and dedicate your loyalty. I don't want to be worried when I go to bed at night!" Leng Zhuo said.

After dealing with Ximen Chuxue, the next thing was simple. The bandits had long been trained by Ximen Chuxue and were very obedient. The reputation of the Silver Demon was not revealed. Seeing that their bosses surrendered, they all accepted their next fate.

Ye, quieted down again, but Kong Mingchen's eyes flashed in his eyes, the eyes of insight, the eyes of hell, and the night eagle of two pupils. Kong Mingchen was slightly moved. This kind of spiritual beast with extraordinary talent is once a lifetime.

Kong Mingchen looked at the one who was completely ignored by Leng Zhuo and was heartbroken. He felt very distressed. When he turned his eyes, he had a scheming and had a question. He first took a look at the slightest speech.

Although it is known to the foreign countries as the 3,000 horse bandits, the number of people is actually not that large. In addition, the losses are actually only more than 2,300. However, these horse bandits are indeed not weak. They fight on the grassland all year round, and they basically have the combat power of high-level soldiers. Moreover, they are skilled in horse racing. The most important thing is that they are strong enough, and they are much stronger than the masters of the empire.

If the wolf cavalry camp had not been formed in the Nightingale tribe, the wolf pack would have been alert and although they were attacked, they would have quickly controlled the scene. Otherwise, they would have probably lost a lot of people this night.
Chapter completed!