boom!
Meng Xiaofeng fell heavily to the ground, breaking bones and tendons all over his body, but this was not the most terrible. The most important thing is that his sacred body was destroyed, which caused heavy damage to his soul and inner palace. It was impossible to recover in ten or eight years, but now it is more crippled, with no strength at all, just like an ant.
At this moment, let alone the Qi Gathering Realm, even a doll in the foundation stage, with a decent weapon, can easily draw him!
call…
With a breeze blowing, Zhuo Fan slowly fell down, looking at the Lord Saint who had no power to bind the chicken below, and a wicked smile crossed his mouth.
Meng Xiaofeng looked at him with horror on his face, and couldn't stop shaking his lips and said: "You... You are not a human, a monster, a spirit beast, a dragon! I am a saint, no matter how strong a human is, how can you not use the emperor? Jitian Seal, can I destroy my holy body without using the body of the saint?"
"Ha ha ha... You got the correct answer, but you are a bit biased!"
He smiled and shook his head, Zhuo Fan said nonchalantly, "I am actually a half-beast, but my general beast body is not comparable to a general spirit beast or dragon clan. I was refined by the holy beast Dragon Ancestor with his dragon scales. King Kong does not hold. This right arm is also transformed by a unicorn foot of the holy beast soaring into the sky, and when he was in the sea, he was taught the method of exerting force by the overlord. You said that I can use it against you, such a holy boy in the early stage. Are there so many tricks? My basic strength is far above yours, okay?"
What
Eyes trembled violently, and Meng Xiaofeng was shocked unconsciously: "There are so many ancient masters behind you, who are you?"
"The original eight emperors of the sanctuary, the demon emperor Zhuo Yifan; now the housekeeper of the Luo family, Zhuo Fan!"
With a slight smile, Zhuo Fan immediately told him: "As for how I, the Demon Emperor, came back from the dead and came back again, there is no need to tell you more!"
Gurgle!
After swallowing, Meng Xiaofeng panicked and muttered to himself: "Devil Emperor Zhuo Yifan... I heard that he had obtained the Jiuyou Demon Emperor's techniques, so did he avoid the disaster of the last annihilation?"
"That's right, but it's too late!"
"What are you going to do?" Meng Xiaofeng trembled with fear.
With evil smiles, Zhuo Fan stared at him closely, and joked: "What am I going to do? Don't you know? What I told you just now is the secret of my heart. You know so many things about people, shouldn't Is it a bit expressive?"
"The table... means?"
"Yes, sealing your mouth properly is the biggest sign!"
With a grin, Zhuo Fan gently raised his hand, gurgling in his hand, and grabbed his forehead: "I show my heart to you, it shows that you are dead. After all, the mouth of a dead person is the strictest. Farewell, Lord Saint. I hope you can cast a good tire next time and embrace the holy mountain. Don’t be like me, you have to climb up from the bottom step by step when you cast the wrong tire. But I don’t mind. Because I cast the wrong tire right now, but I am sending you the right tire to reincarnate again, hahaha!"
"Don't... Don't... Ah..."
A scream resounded through the depths of the dense forest, and the screams gradually disappeared as the black air soared into the sky. When Zhuo Fan got up and looked down, there was only a pile of ash flying, falling on the beach, and a few pieces of uncompleted clothes and cloth, mixed in the flying, and swaying in the wind.
After spitting out a long breath, Zhuo Fan secretly praised: "You deserve to be a saint, the skill is profound. I haven't used this magical magic formula for a long time, and I have to digest it for a few days when I go back this time. Otherwise, I will over-practice and make it happen. Just like Zhao Cheng's wicked disciple, but the gain is not worth the loss, ha ha ha..."
Whoosh whoosh!
Suddenly, there were bursts of sound, Zhuo Fan's ears moved slightly, he already understood everything, he turned around, and disappeared suddenly.
It's just right, let's report the funeral to the Sixth Sacred Mountain, hum!
Huh!
A flashing body, Yanhuang's figure suddenly landed on this place, and when he inspected left and right, his face was a little confused: "Strange, I just saw Lord Saint's holy body, it is indeed here, how can it suddenly Is it missing?"
"Master!"
At this time, there were a few more blasting sounds, and the disciples of Danxiazong also arrived one after another, bowed and said: "We checked nearby, and no suspicious people were found."
Nodding slightly, the Emperor Yan wandered back and forth a little: "Is it because the fight is over, so they are separated? There seems to be no corpse in this place. In other words, the person who kidnapped Qingcheng couldn't even stop the saint. The person? Doesn’t that mean... the other person is also a saint?"
puff!
Suspiciously, Yan Huang kicked something under his feet and looked down, only to see that it was a pile of ash flies, but in the ash flies, a few scattered pieces of cloth and silk were so familiar.
"This is… "
After inspecting a little, Yan Huang couldn't stop his pupils shrinking, and exclaimed: "This is Master Saint's clothes and cloth? Why is it here? Could it be that... Master Saint was killed?"
hiss!
Unable to stop taking a breath, Yan Huang immediately paled with fright. As soon as his legs softened, he fell to the ground suddenly, completely stunned.
"This is a big deal. The young master of the Sixth Sacred Mountain died tragically in our Danxiazong domain. The mountain master will not offend us. Come, get ready now, collect these good lives, and we will go to the first place together. The Six Sacred Mountains report!"
Half a month later, in the quaint study on the Sixth Sacred Mountain, a middle-aged man with a two-handed moustache, holding a pile of powder and the familiar clothes on it, his eyes were already red.
Immediately afterwards, with a bang, the man's whole body was released, everything in the study, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and book counter was instantly shaken to powder. The Yanhuang who had been shrinking from below was also shocked and flew out, a mouthful of redness couldn't stop spitting out, and his complexion instantly turned pale.
"Who did it? Why is it that my son will be subjected to such a brutal attack if he passes through the Eight Emperors Realm?"
The middle-aged man snarled up to the sky, clenched his fists, his fists rattled, and his eyes were full of killing intent. When he saw the Yanhuang who had just risen, another stride came to her in an instant and grabbed her. Her long hair yelled at her ears repeatedly, almost piercing her eardrums: "Yanhuang, you come to explain to me, what is going on, why is my son in your Danxia Sect? Something happened?"
"The mountain lord calms down, the young lord's business has nothing to do with us, it's not ours!"
"Nonsense, of course I know that it's not you, do you have that ability?"
bump!
With another push, he threw Yanhuang onto the wall and fell off again. The man continued to furiously: "I only ask you, my son died near your sect. Who is the one who did this? You I have to give me an explanation. Otherwise, the old man will let you Danxiazong disappear from the sanctuary in minutes!"
"The mountain lord calms down, we must thoroughly investigate to the end and give the mountain lord an explanation!"
Kneeling on the ground hurriedly, and even kowtow, the Emperor Yan was so scared that he was almost crying.
The middle-aged man also held his forehead sadly, and choked up: "Feng'er, you died so miserably, you didn't even have a corpse. Feng'er, I wanted you to do a good job with that Chu Qingcheng, and treat you in the future. It’s good to understand the emperor realm. Who knows that this time our father and son will become eternal... By the way, what about your disciple? Feng'er is dead, what happened to her? If she is too sad, this seat can make her a survivor. Enter the sacred mountain as you!"
"Uh, she..." Feeling stagnant, Yan Huang's face was bitter.
The brows trembled, and the face gradually became cold: "What's wrong with her? Is it because she doesn't have a deep relationship with Feng'er these days, and she doesn't feel Feng'er's death? Humph, it's really unreasonable, the young master of the holy mountain favors her What is her dissatisfaction with? I really don’t know the blessings in the blessing. Well, since I have no feelings, I have been with Feng'er for a while. The old man recognizes her as a daughter-in-law and can connect her to the holy mountain. However, you have to let her She acted well and had a broken heart. Only in this way could the old man be greatly moved, and it would be reasonable to get her in, and would not arouse the suspicion of other old guys in the six mountains, do you know?"
"Mountain Lord, this... this is not the point!" With a shaky face, Yan Huang became even more bitter.
Looking at her weirdly, the person looked strange: "This is not the point, what is the point? I don't want her to have real feelings for me anymore. Let's play a play and make a fool of others. This is not enough. Come? How did you become a master for so many years that you can't even control an apprentice?"
"No, no, no, Shanzhu calms down. She is my apprentice and has been disciplined for so many years. Of course I know her nature and it is easy to teach, but..."
"Just what?"
"It's just that the premise is...Her people must be here..."
My heart trembled, the man turned his head suddenly, looked at Emperor Yan, completely stunned, and swept away the grief just now, wondering: "What do you mean, what do you mean by human beings, can't you say..."
He lowered his head deeply, Yanhuang didn't dare to reply, so he could only bite the bullet and wait to be criticized again.
"Could it be that... They are not too weak, but too strong. Knowing that Feng'er died, she died in love?" The man's brain was wide open, and he thought of this immediately.
Yan Huang was also taken aback, and his cheeks twitched fiercely.
Death? How long did Qingcheng and your son have known each other, and why did you die? You have taken too much of your son’s charm!
However, seeing Emperor Yan never answer, he thought he was right, stomping his feet with anger, and cursing again and again: "You, it is true that success is not enough. Your apprentice, how can you not watch it well? She is the baby we have raised for a hundred years, and even if my son dies, she can't make any mistakes. You...you damn maid, pay me baby!"
As he said, the man grabbed Yanhuang by the neck, his eyes sullen with anger.
Dare to love Chu Qingcheng's life, more precious than his son's life!
"Mountain Lord, listen to me... Qingcheng, she... it's okay!"
Yan Huang said with a hoarse voice as if it was a voice squeezed out of the door.
Unexpectedly, the person was overjoyed, and the iron claws that he was holding on gradually loosened, and he exhaled: "Then you said she was not here, I thought..."
"She is indeed absent, because she was taken away!" Then, Emperor Yan hurriedly said.
Hearing this, the man's face trembled, the face that had just eased, sank again, and the iron claw tightened again, pinching Yanhuang's neck, and this time it was much tighter than last time...