Rong Xian recognized Chongguang, who was the man she met three years ago when she was in Shiqiaojian three years ago when she was forced by the old woman to ask the whereabouts of 'Respect the Lord'.
At that time, in order to clear the scene, she also gave this person a slap.
"As I said, we will definitely meet again." Rong Xian smiled warmly, without the slightest haze.
In fact, Rong Xian didn't expect that the person she met back then would be the target she was going to kill today. At that time, she only thought that the person's cultivation level was good. Xiao Qianjie was so big, and they would meet again.
I didn't expect to meet again, but on such an occasion, this person is really hidden deep enough.
Moreover, Chongguang is not only the enemy who coveted the divine weapon to be eradicated by him, but also one of the murderers of the Yu clan.
Well, it was a coincidence that this person had to die anyway.
On the clouds, the confrontation between Chongguang and Black Crow continued.
Chongguang was so angry that he told Mo Xiu with practical actions that he was not afraid of battle, and would accompany him to the end if he wanted to.
The smile on Hei Crow's face slowly subsided, his eyes were blood red, and when he was staring at someone, he looked like a bloodthirsty beast, ready to pounce on him at any time and bite him to death.
"No one has dared to provoke me like this for a long time." His face was morbidly flushed, and the moment his voice came out, it brought pungent blood to the whole world.
The next moment, the black crow has disappeared.
Everyone looked intently, and even Chongguang disappeared.
"What's going on? Where are they?" Everyone was asking this question.
However, Bai Song and the others, Sizhen, the Great Elder, and Old Ancestor Lu looked into the depths of the clouds, where they fought.
The next moment, someone shouted: "Look at the sky."
When everyone heard the voice, they all looked up.
One is the blood-red devilish energy, and the other is the majestic righteousness, each occupying half of the sky.
The two sides are glued to each other, killing each other and devouring each other.
"It seems that there is no way to tell the winner in a short period of time." Sizhen came to a conclusion with great certainty.
The first elder and the third elder nodded in agreement. The two of them glanced at Old Ancestor Lu on the left, then turned their heads to continue watching this rare battle.
A hundred miles away from Yuxiaomen, Rong Xian, who was standing outside the tent, closed her eyes slightly, and the vast sea-like divine consciousness poured out like a tide, and she detected everything silently. When she was there, her expression changed, and the subtle energy fluctuations were transmitted in a mysterious way.
Qu Lang, who was watching the battle, froze, as if he had received some news. He took out the talisman, and the spiritual power poured out of his hand, and the talisman flew into the layers of black clouds above his head with a squeak.
"Huh? There is an order from the Lord." Chen Yan said lightly.
Jiang Jin smiled and stretched out his hand to take the talisman, and said, "This time it's me..." Go.
Before he finished speaking, Ling Fu had already been pinched by a white palm with a Buddhist bead hanging on it.
Jiang Jin immediately swallowed the rest of the words, and Zuo Hufa went out in person, nothing to do with him.
The next moment, in front of Qu Lang stood a holy young man with a string of beads on his wrist.
The young man handed over the talisman, and his eyebrows were full of compassion: "Donor, yours."
Qu Lang was a little stunned. He subconsciously took the talisman and asked dryly, "Who, who are you?"
This momentum suddenly weakened, okay
He clearly summoned a demon cultivator, how come a monk who looks like a monk came out? Could it be that he used too much force and smashed the talisman on this person's head
As if to see what he was thinking, the young man's holy face raised a smile, as if the Buddha smiled, full of Zen.
Then he said, "What is the order of the benefactor, the poor monk will do it right away."
Qu Lang: This sentence is a bit familiar.
#Every magic cultivator called by him will say this sentence#
He was now sure that the monk who looked like a monk in front of him was really a cultivator. He pointed at the deep pit a little tangled and said, "There is a passage at the bottom right, you can bring the people inside out."
The young man's clean eyes moved slightly, his holy breath became unpredictable, and the pitying smile on the corner of his mouth also became playful.
Glancing at Qu Lang, he tutted, "You're interesting, no wonder... you haven't changed people."
He didn't dare to mention Rong Xian's name. Seeing Qu Lang's dumbfounded appearance, he jumped into the pit happily.
Qu Lang: Is this person's mentality wrong
Qu Lang's actions were not secret, and the Great Elder and others all saw it.
The Great Elder exclaimed: "It's him?!"
"Who are you talking about?" Si Wenning asked curiously.
The three elders almost bald his beard: "The magic cultivator called out by the sect master of the magic door just now is the left guardian of Wuxinya, Wuxiang."
No phase
Si Wenning read the name twice, and said suspiciously, "Sounds like a monk."
"He's a monk." The first elder added that although he didn't know where Protector Zuo was born, the aura that only a monk had was definitely not wrong.
A look of surprise flashed across Ling Lan's eyes: "He doesn't look like a monk at all."
How can there be a monk who looks so handsome and has such a strong aura.
The first elder rolled his granddaughter a glance and said, "He is not only a monk, but also a demon cultivator."
"What is he doing?" Sizhen asked casually.
The elder felt it carefully, and shook his head helplessly: "The residual power of the demon cultivator is still raging there, and my consciousness was torn to shreds before it got close."
Sizhen tried it, and finally withdrew his consciousness. He couldn't do anything with that brutal and bloody power, so for now, he had to wait.
When the guardian left jumped into the deep pit and made a move, the first thing he learned was the heavy light.
Chongguang's pupils, who were fighting with the black crow, shrank, and the movements in his hands became more and more ruthless.
Someone moved his enchantment, and that person's cultivation was no less than his.
Chongguang's eyes were full of surprise, and at this time he finally understood the purpose of the magic cultivator - to clear the waves.
Or maybe he knew it from the beginning, but he didn't understand that the magic cultivator was so motivated by the crowd, was it really just for a clear wave
The magic cultivators all have grievances with Qingbo
Or is it that the man behind Mo Xiu has a grudge against Qing Bo
Chongguang can't think of anyone who can command these demonic cultivators, except for Xixin to respect the Lord.
But Venerable Lord Xixin had no connection with Qingbo.
No, no, there is a connection between them, the only connection is - Rong Xian!
Chongguang thought of something in a flash, but even if he thought about it, it was useless. There was only one thing he had to do now, and he couldn't let Qingbo appear in everyone's sight.
Back then, Shen Jiulu and Rong Xian, the two remnants of the Yu clan, had already made Qing Bo notorious. If he had contact with Qing Bo, the reputation of Yuxiaomen would be gone in the future.
His expression tightened, and he used ten percent of his skill to fight back at the demon cultivator.
Hei Crow was injured by a palm, but his face did not show any anger. He laughed, completely disregarding his own injuries, rushing towards Chongguang like a lunatic, shouting: "Happy, come again."
Such a fierce and lifeless style of play made the elders look at him.
Chongguang was entangled for a while, Sizhen looked at him and frowned, and whispered: "Chongguang is in a hurry, but why is he in such a hurry."
Rong Xian: The real target and the false target coincidentally overlap, no one doubts that this seat has other plans (￣▽￣)／
(End of this chapter)