Mozun is Running Away From Marriage Every Day

Walking into the depths of the Red Maple Forest, Hua Che did not persistently search for road dishes.

He summoned Hanxue and played the flute.

The melodies are sad and melancholy, and the old folk saying, heartbroken flute to kill the flute, is by no means a waste of name.

After injecting the true essence, the sad and depressing sound of the flute became lethal. In an instant, the birds flying in the sky stopped and fell to the branches, the wind and clouds changed, and the flowers and plants wept. As a magic mist drifted far away, instead of stopping, Hua Che urged the sound of the flute more vigorously.

The magic mist instantly dissipated, and Lu Yao, who was wrapped in it, had scarlet eyes, five fingers like eagle claws, and pinched it against Hua Che's neck, even the body guard that Hua Che released could not break.

Hua Che mercifully stopped the flute, and said lightly: "Your concentration is not very good."

Lu Yao's eyes were covered with spider-like bloodshot eyes. He covered the head that was about to explode with both hands, and pressed his voice and said, "Are you sure to kill me?"

"I just sent you back to the Shangqing Immortal Gate. Elder Qianyang will have your own judgment on your sins." Hua Che smiled, "I will not abuse personally."

"Ha ha ha ha..." Lu Yao hissed with a sneer, "I thought we could become confidants and friends who talk about everything, but I didn't expect..."

"Unexpectedly, we two are destined to be incompatible and difficult to coexist." Hua Che continued Lu Yao's words.

No matter the previous life or this life, there is no change.

Hua Che thought that it would be good to kill Lu Yao directly, but when he thought about it later, he changed his mind.

"When you arrive at Kunlun Mountain, you will kneel up from the foot of the mountain, don't forget to bow down along the way, and pay homage to the apprentice who was killed by Lu Mingfeng for your father and yourself. Those are your brothers."

Hua Che released a chain of immortal locks to lock Lu Yao, and sealed Lu Yao's golden core.

"I guess Qianyang elders will start the ancient formation of the Qing Dynasty, so I am here to say goodbye to you in advance, the next life, the next life, eternal life, don't meet me again, and don't get acquainted with me again."

Lu Mingfeng, who was disturbed by the heart demon, showed blood and tears, he knelt on the ground and cried loudly.

Did he know that he was powerless to resist and shouted in despair?

Still regretting it?

I regret why I knew Hua Che back then, and regret why I was saved by Hua Che.

If you hadn't been saved by Hua Che back then, if you didn't know him from the beginning, wouldn't it be where it is today?

If he was sold to a theater troupe by human traffickers, maybe his fate would be better, maybe.

On the periphery of Fenqing Palace, the situation on Xiandao's side is not optimistic.

First of all, Mu Qinian was still in a coma and was not considered combat power. Although Murong Sa was good at cultivation, he was still young after all. Two months before Xie's court, Yin Wuhui had fought head-on, and there was also a serious injury that was not lost to Mu Qinian.

Chu Changfeng was wounded as early as when he was dealing with Lu Mingfeng, and he hasn't worked well until now. He has been treating the wounded monks for five consecutive years, which is extremely exhausting.

The leaders of the three celestial gates all have injuries, and the disciples under the sect are suffering from serious and minor injuries, and there are countless open and dark injuries.

Looking at the Demon Realm, Shifang Rudder only killed three of them. Although the left guard is dead, the right guard is still there. Although Shang Wei hasn’t appeared until now, it’s reported that he is in the mortal realm. I know what plots and tricks are, if they are secret tricks laid by Yin Wuhui.

Chu Changfeng looked at Elder Qianyang and asked, "What do the elders think is the chance of winning?"

As early as five years ago, Xie Wanting tried the water jade purple smoke. Facts have proved that the legend is the legend, and the treasure does not have the ability to reverse time and space.

Elder Qian Yang closed his eyes: "Twenty percent."

Mei Cailian exclaimed: "So low?"

"This is still a conservative estimate." Elder Qianyang said with pain, "I have 8,000 disciples of the Immortal Sect in the Qing Dynasty. I have fought for five consecutive years. As a result, 3,000 disciples were killed and 2,000 disciples were seriously injured. Only these remnants of defeat will be struggling. In order to cultivate the future of the immortal world, it is necessary to make peace with the Fenqing Temple."

"Make peace!?" An old Taoist blew his beard and stared, "It's all for this purpose, bleeding and sacrificing thousands of people. At this time, making peace, is it worthy of the dead monks?"

Elder Qian Yang: "Otherwise, what should I do? Let Yin Wuhui slaughter the future of Immortal Dao?"

Chu Changfeng: "If you intend to make peace, you have to be willing to do it! If the price of his peace is to hand over Xie Wanting, what should we do?"

"This..." Elder Qianyang choked.

Zhuang Tian said: "Yin Wugui hates Xie Wanting deeply, and the head of Chu is justified."

Elder Qian Yang suffocated his neck and said: "Of course it can't be handed over, what does he take us for!"

Chu Changfeng said anxiously: "Be prepared to deal with everything, if it is the time when the fish die and the net breaks..."

Suddenly, Tao Ranli, a senior disciple of Xie Wanting who played the guqin in the distance, exclaimed: "Look, it's the son!"

This "Young Master" made everyone stunned, and it took a long time to realize who he was calling.

I saw the sky above Hua Che Yujian in the distance, and at the same time, the red maple leaves thousands of miles below were swallowed by flames, and the sea of ​​fire became one piece, and the momentum was vast!

Zhuang Tian's eyes were poisonous, and he reminded loudly: "It's Yin Wugui!?"

In the sea of ​​flames, Yin Wuhui was covered in blood and disheveled. He screamed like a human voice, hissing to exhaustion.

Xie Wanting pulled away from the sea of ​​fire holding Jiuyou, Chu Binghuan arrived in time to seal Xie Wanting's injured meridian to prevent the injury from spreading, and said to Hua Che in the distance: "Soul Fire."

Hua Che nodded in response, and also fought back with the power of the soul, extinguishing the overwhelming soul fire in one fell swoop.

At the same time, Hua Che pinched a magic formula, and countless pieces of light spots suddenly appeared in the air. As the magic formula dissipated, those light spots fell back to the ground one after another, turning into one person after another.

It turned out to be the monks who had attacked the Fenqing Temple!

Without exception, no one was hurt more than Yin Wuhui's soul fire!

"What's that trick?" Chu Changfeng exclaimed, "How did he save more than two thousand people in an instant?"

Murong Sa was dumbfounded: "Why, how come you suddenly become so awesome?"

Eroded by the soul fire, the sturdy trees fell one after another, and the vast Fenqing Palace was reduced to a ruin.

Chu Binghuan squeezed the Tingquan sword tightly, chilling wherever the sword gas passed, the vegetation rejuvenated, and the scorched ground came out with tender green buds, and the breeze was smooth, cleaning the **** wind in the air.

Like a mouse exposed to the sun, Yin Wuhui covered his face embarrassedly, and constantly drilled into the dark light: "Sijin of the deity, son of the deity..."

He was seriously injured and was dying.

Suddenly, Yin Wuhui laughed loudly. He looked at Hua Che in the distance, his pupils full of red blood, revealing a soft light that was almost distorted: "Go to **** with the deity!"

Chu Changfeng's face changed in shock: "No, he wants to blew himself up!"

Hua Che shook his right hand, Fei Yuan's sword Ji Feng called back.

Everyone only saw Hua Che's figure flashing, and a red and unrepentant front moved to the rear, as fast as lightning and like thunder.

Yin Hong's blood splattered out, Yin Wuhui's throat was torn, his body trembled convulsively, and he fell to the ground.

Like an earthworm that was divided by a chaotic knife, Yin Wuhui hadn't died yet, and his throat made a "snoring, snoring" sound. No one could understand what he was talking about.

Chu Changfeng, who was about to die and break the net: "..."

Elder Qianyang who intends to use circuitous tactics: "..."

Zhuang Tian, ​​who tried to hug his apprentice, said: "..."

Mei Cailian was stunned: "..."

The demon Lord, who is in the air every day, is just belching like this! ?

Seal the throat with a sword, over?

Hua Che Feng Qingyun glanced at everyone, and the fluttering eyes seemed to say: Otherwise! How complicated can it be? Everyone: "..."

The demons who were still fighting were dumbfounded, from the shock at the beginning to the unbelief at the end, to the end they had to believe.

It is said that the thief must be captured first, and the dignified Demon Sovereign has been cut across the board. What other storms can they cause?

There are only three rudder masters left, is that enough for the flower to fill his teeth?

The right guardian Shang sprite, who was far from the Mortal Realm, hadn't rushed back, was that enough for Chu Binghuan?

They felt desperate.

In the chaos, there is a newcomer who has just cultivated the Demon Dao. He is confused about this scene. He only sees the facts and seeks truth from facts: "The Demon Realm always respects the strong. The rules of Burning Palace of Love, who killed the demon? Zun, who is the next demon, so Hua Qingkong is the new one?"

The companion next to him punched the rookie's head!

After hearing that ear, Hua Che almost laughed, turning around to see how sacred it was...

Isn't it the second fool in the dungeon?

The author has something to say: PS: Second fool, the best in the audience!

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