The ghost-faced peach blossom demon.

Lu Xuan immediately felt his soul tremble. He did not dare to be careless. With a wave of the five-colored mandala in his hand, an invisible ripple slowly spread out and formed a blurry Halo around him. It blocked the impact and dashed through the many branches.

Lu Xuan had just stepped into the flower Forest when PEI Ling arrived. The laughter of the flower Forest resounded again, but the saber intent on his body was boiling, and he was not affected in the slightest!

The two of them rushed into the flower Forest one after another. The smell of living people was like drops of water falling into a boiling pot of oil. The flower demons in the forest woke up one after another and immediately entered their hunting state.

The ghost-faced peach blossom, which had bloomed like a dream, suddenly had dense, sharp red teeth in the center of the pistil, and sharp, poisonous thorns grew out of the twisted branches and leaves at the same time.