Jiang Lan on the Moon

The sea of ​​fog bursts into waves, and the pines are as angry as the waves. The cool river breeze blows the soul-calling flags on the mountain. The night was as cool as water, and the moonlight was covered by layers of clouds and mist. Suddenly, a black shadow flashed past. He knelt down on one knee, cupped his fists with both hands, and said calmly to the middle-aged man in front of him: "Sect Master, the Ancient Spirit Illusion has been arranged in Huangshan, waiting for you to open it." Hearing this, the middle-aged man in front of him who was called the sect leader raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a weird smile. Without saying a word, he suddenly pulled out his sword, raised it to the sky above Huangshan Mountain, raised his left hand, and a red spirit spurted out. In an instant, the red spirit filled the air, and a mass of demonic mist rushed out from the demon-suppressing tower on the top of Huangshan Mountain, turning into ten thousand meters of demonic energy and rushing in all directions. Suddenly, there were several cracks in the forest, climbing up the top of the mountain like red blood vessels, extending all the way to the bottom of the Demon Suppression Tower. Ancient red light burst out from the crack in the tower and enveloped the entire forest. The ancient spirit fantasy finally opens