The panic on the doorman's face disappeared at this moment.
As if remembering something, he smiled mockingly: "So it's you¡ª¡ª"
The door boy's immature face and black eyes were full of contempt.
The silver-haired old lady was stimulated by his eyes, and her fingers holding the red heart trembled.
Her voice was sharp and hoarse: "Don't you have the slightest apology? This is your son! Your own son!"
"Oh, son?" The doorman looked disgusted, "It's just a waste."
"You, what did you say?!" The old lady's protruding eyeballs and pupils were full of terrifying hatred.
The doorman sneered, and said coldly: "Isn't it?"
The contemptuous ridicule and malicious eyes made the old lady seem to have returned to the time that caused her the most pain.
The dead and cold heart in the hand made the old lady completely lose her mind.
She screamed full of grief and resentment: "Yun Shang, you will die!"
The heart in her hand turned into black smoke, wrapping around her.
The old man's appearance changed drastically at this moment.
Her body was climbing steadily, her limbs were elongated, her clothes were torn, and her whole body was transformed from a tree trunk.
The huge tree trunk that is constantly spreading and growing makes the contempt of the doorman disappear.
He opened his eyes wide in panic: "You have become a demon cultivator!"
The old lady's body was still growing crazily. She couldn't hear any sound, but her eyes were red, staring at the doorman full of murderous intent.
The strength of the old lady has already surpassed what the doorman can resist.
The doorman gritted his teeth viciously and turned around, glaring at the stunned people behind him: "Hurry up! If any of you dare to run, I will let you die directly!"
All the Taoists hesitated.
The conversation between the old lady and the doorman obviously made them understand that the view of the celestial master that all the Taoists yearned for has actually been occupied by a group of lonely souls and wild ghosts.
In the past, the golden temple of Tianshi was already a demon cave full of stench and rot.
They don't want to, and they don't want to.
"Hurry up!" The doorman took out his dagger and made a fighting posture. The cold sweat dripping from his forehead already showed the fact that he was about to be unable to resist.
All the Taoist priests gritted their teeth, hesitating and tangled in their hearts.
Mu Yuanyao approached Mu Ran's side in two or three steps; "Brother Mu, quickly remove the magic circle on us!"
Mu Yuanyao deliberately raised his voice, his voice was amplified, and everyone present could hear him.
The doorman struggled to resist the attack, and turned around in disbelief: "Impossible! How could you untie this magic circle!"
Mu Ran bent his lips and smiled, raised his hand, and wrote a spell stroke by stroke out of thin air in the air: "How is it impossible?"
Everyone was shocked when they saw his actions.
Just draw symbols with your fingers out of thin air? !
Following Muran's movements, an extremely dazzling golden rune gradually appeared in the air.
The rune stopped in the air like an engraving.
After finishing the last stroke, more than a dozen golden rays of light flashed across the Taoist priests present.
Everyone hurriedly opened their sleeves.
The black magic circle has disappeared.
A sharp and distorted question jumped out of the doorman's voice: "You, you are a god-level charmer?!"
Mu Ran withdrew his hand easily, and looked at him with a smile: "Why don't you go up one more level boldly?"
Confident smiles, like slaps, slapped the doorman's face brightly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com