The brows trembled slightly, and when the Emperor Yan was dead, he said in surprise: "Are you... Zhuo Fan?"
"Or you can call me... Old friend, Demon Emperor Zhuo Yifan!"
"what?"
"At the beginning, other people may not know your love affairs, but among the Eight Emperors, there should still be a few people who know about it, and one of them is me!"
In the dense forest not far away, Zhuo Fan was very satisfied, closed his eyes and spoke: "What I did to you is to end the grievances of the year. Now I give you a chance to end the love of the year, but unfortunately you let it go!"
I see!
Nodding clearly, Yan Huang let out a smile: "It's you who are back, no wonder... In this case, the emperor domain is unified, and you deserve it. After all, you are the real, the head of the eight emperors!"
Wow!
A black air raged, and Yan Huang's last body was also instantly swallowed, leaving only a pile of ashes scattered on the ground. Meng Haodong was holding a piece of powder and a piece of rag in his hand. He was no different from his son at the time, but he was already confused. He looked at the sky in confusion, and roared: "What is going on? Kill? Who is my son's? Where is Chu Qingcheng? Is Yan Huang a murderer?"
"This answer, you will know in the future, don't be too anxious now, Lord Monsanto!"
Slowly opening his eyes, a ray of light flashed in Zhuo Fan's eyes, revealing an evil smile. Standing up, patted the dust on his body, and left here pleasantly. Come quietly, walk gently, without taking away a cloud.
A month later, Zhuo Fan returned to the Luo family headquarters, with a calm smile on his face, went back to his study. Raising his hand and gently pushing the bookcase to the side, it suddenly revealed a shelf with eight pieces of wood. Each piece of wood was engraved with the name of the eight emperors, and now it is three pieces less.
Gently took down the wood chip with Yanhuang's name and rubbed it a little in his hand. Zhuo Fan smiled softly and murmured: "Yanhuang, goodbye, go!"
As soon as the voice fell, Zhuo Fan waved his hand and threw the wood chips behind his head.
With a bang, the wood chips suddenly burned in the air, and when they fell, they fell into a brazier with a sound, and burned.
Zhuo Fan just turned his back to the brazier, his face was arbitrary, and he took a deep breath.
"Zhuo Fan!"
Suddenly, there was a soft sound, and a beautiful figure suddenly pushed the door straight in, with a smile on his face, but it was Chu Qingcheng without a doubt. However, when she saw the wooden frame lined with the emperor's names, she was taken aback: "What are you... doing?"
With a slight smile, Zhuo Fan shrugged indifferently: "Nothing, clean up the clutter!"
"Miscellaneous? Are these things?"
Looking at him suspiciously, Chu Qingcheng looked at the names on the wooden shelves again, scanning them one by one. When he saw the names that were vacant, he felt a little in his heart, and then looked at the ones still in the brazier. Although most of the burning wood chips are missing, there are still clues in the corner of Yanhuang: "Why do you want to burn my master's brand?"
"Well, Qingcheng, she is the murderer who poisoned your family, are you still so concerned about her?"
His face sank, Chu Qingcheng looked suspicious, and shook his head: "I don't know. Although she harmed my family, she is also my master. She has nurtured me for a hundred years..."
"Then you are going to kill her with your own hands, how should you choose?" Before her voice fell, Zhuo Fan looked solemn and said solemnly.
Chu Qingcheng's body trembled and Chu Qingcheng was even more embarrassed. He kept shaking his head, even with tears in his eyes: "I don't know, I can't face her at all... Zhuo Fan, I really don't know what to do..."
"Okay, okay, you don't know it!"
Gently hugging her in his arms, Zhuo Fan patted her on the shoulder and sighed: "Now you don't need to know, I won't lie to you, your master is dead now!"
"what?"
"I have always distinguished between public and private. If I were you, she would have genocide against me, and I would have to kill her. But she raised me for many years and she has a sense of mentoring and apprenticeship. Now she is dead. As a disciple, she deserves it. Serve his filial piety!"
After taking a deep look at her, Zhuo Fan said quietly: "You don't need to cut her at all now. If you have any concerns, don't let go to pay homage to her. It will be considered as the friendship between master and apprentice, and there will be no regrets in my heart. Of course, this is just my approach. If you have any difficulties, just do what you want in your heart and ignore me!"
Shaking his hand hurriedly, Chu Qingcheng hurriedly said, "No, no, no, you are right, it made me suddenly enlightened. Although I can't attack her, but to pay homage to her, I also forget the feeling of master and apprentice. , Just do what you said!"
"Well, you go out and tell the people below, prepare to pay a memorial service!"
Nodded, Chu Qingcheng smiled slightly and turned to leave, but before leaving, he looked back at Zhuo Fan, especially the wood chips, his eyes were even more suspicious.
After her back completely disappeared, Zhuo Fan looked back and smiled happily, then scanned the names on the wood chips one by one, and sneered: "The eight emperors of the sanctuary have gone to the four emperors now, the next four Bit, I practiced the supreme magic way you dreamed of at the beginning, it should be fast too, ha ha ha..."
"Steward Zhuo!"
At this moment, Li Jingtian ran all the way in again and said with a smile: "I just heard that Miss Chu was going to pay homage to her master. So steward Zhuo's plan was successful?"
Nodded faintly, Zhuo Fan chuckled: "Yes, when I went to see Yanhuang, she had already broken through the saint, but it was only a year, so fast, ha ha ha..."
"If you haven't broken through for thousands of years, you broke through in one year?"
Li Jingtian grinned: "Steward Zhuo, your technique is really abnormal. If you can practice hard, you will soon be able to break through the holy realm, or even the emperor realm. By then, what you worry about It won't happen anymore, hehehe..."
Slowly waving his hand, Zhuo Fan was more serious than ever: "From the perspective of the Eight Emperors' cultivation of the Heavenly Demon's Great Huajue, I am more sure that the main purpose of this practice lies in the transformation of characters, not the absorption of all things in the world. People. The cultivation of demons is a cluster of demons. It is advisable to be slow but not anxious. Only by refining demons can stand above demons and reach the highest realm of demons, without being controlled by demons and being bound by cocoons. The cultivation speed of the Great Demon Technique is indeed very high. Temptation. Only if you can resist this temptation can you succeed in cultivation. If you can't resist it, you will be bitten back. Zhao Cheng and Yanhuang are the best examples."
"This principle is simple to say, but it is difficult to do. The wisdom of masters in the emperor realm can be explored by extraordinary people! Old Li, if you old seniors touch the edge of the emperor realm in the future, you must bear this in mind. The road is boundless, don't Impatient!"
"Hahaha... Steward Zhuo is overwhelmed. Tell me what you said to Elder Dan and the others. Old Li, I don't think I have this qualification!" Can smiled and scratched his head, Li Jingtian laughed out loud.
On the other hand, watching Emperor Yan die strangely in front of him, the doubts in Meng Haodong's heart grew more and more. If Yan Huang had nothing to do with his son's death, who else would be involved that day
However, he had personally checked for several months and he still had no clues, so he couldn't take care of it. After all, now, another more urgent matter is waiting for him to discuss with the other old guys.
The layout of the holy mountain to the imperial domain has completely gone on another divergence road, which is equivalent to making wedding dresses for others. How can this make their proud children of these days tolerate it
Isn't this playing their holy mountain people as fools!
"Master Monsanto!"
The seventh sacred mountain, in front of a magnificent lobby, as soon as Meng Haodong appeared, a group of saints bowed down and worshiped, respectfully and politely.
Waved impatiently, Meng Haodong glanced at them coldly: "Are the other mountain owners there?"
"The six mountain masters are discussing important matters inside, and wait for me to inform you!"
"Give it a fart, discuss an egg, and now we planted the tree, the fruit is going to be picked by the family, what else to discuss?" With a resentful wave of his hand, Meng Haodong rushed into it angrily, no one could stop it.
When he entered the hall, the headed old man with long beards saw it, but he smiled happily and beckoned: "Hao Dong is here, sit down. We were still discussing just now, the little boys who sent to the imperial domain did a good job. , Peace and prosperity, singing and dancing, it seems that they still have the ability to lead the group. So next, we plan to send three people down the mountain to replace the eighth emperor, but we don’t know who to send. Hao Dong, your sixth holy Are there any young talents in the mountain, and one from you this time? Hahaha..."
"What's going on? A bunch of trash has been emptied by people, and they are still triumphant and don't know it, huh!"
Shaking his sleeves fiercely, Meng Haodong immediately sat on a bench, gritted his teeth with anger: "Brothers, just listen to those little rascals who are there to invite meritorious services and receive rewards. They are blinded by the holy ears, and send someone to go down and take a look. The eight places in the imperial realm already have the surname Luo. People only know that there is the Luo family, but they don’t even know who the eight emperors of the Holy Mountain School are? Really, they are not as good as a puppet emperor. The puppet emperor, anyhow the people still know the country. The number, but these three little rascals, alas!"
"what?"
Unable to be shocked, the other six people were immediately confused, and anxiously said: "Haodong, what did you... What did you say? To be clear, what is going on? Where did the Luo family come from, why have they never heard of it?"
Looking at them helplessly, Meng Haodong's face twitched and he sighed.
These old guys have been huddling around the holy mountain all the time, they don't know the changes outside, and they don't know the news at all. I thought it was enough to just stare at the resources of the annual tribute, but no one knew that the three little boys outside, like them, went out to do things according to the holy mountain. They were simple and rude, and almost didn't ruin the reputation of the holy mountain.
Later, the Luo family took the opportunity to seize power, and nothing was found out, so stupid like a pig!
After taking a deep breath, and taking another sip of tea, Meng Haodong revealed everything he had seen and heard in the strange eyes of everyone.
At this moment, the six old men were all stunned, but soon became angry again. Even the disciples of the holy mountain dare to be deceived, this Luo family is really unreasonable and doesn't want to live anymore.
But they didn't want to think about what their three holy mountain disciples did in the imperial domain and how many people died. They are still angry, cut...