Chapter 1254

Bang!

Meng Xiaofeng fell heavily to the ground, breaking bones and tendons all over his body, but this is not the most deadly. The most important thing is that his holy body was destroyed, which caused heavy damage to his soul and inner house. It is extremely difficult to recover in ten or eight years. Now he is more like a cripple. He has no strength at all, just like a mole ant.

At this moment, I'm afraid not to mention the Qi gathering realm, even if it's a doll in the foundation period, you can easily delimit him with a decent weapon!

Hoo

With the breeze blowing, Zhuo fan slowly fell down and looked down at the saint who had no power to bind chickens. A strange smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

Meng Xiaofeng looked at him in the eyes, but his face was full of panic. He couldn't stop shaking his lips and said, "you... You're not a human, a monster, a spirit beast, a dragon! I am a saint. No matter how strong human beings are, how can I destroy my holy body without the seal of the emperor and the body of the saint? "

"Hehe... You're right, but you're a little biased!"

He smiled and shook his head. Zhuo fan was noncommittal: "I'm actually a half beast, but my general beast body is not comparable to general spirit beasts or dragon families. My whole body was burned by the holy beast. The Heavenly Dragon ancestor refined his body with his dragon scale, and King Kong did not conceive. This right arm was also transformed by a unicorn foot of the holy beast chongtian unicorn. When he was in the dark sea, Ba Di taught the method of exertion. You say I need so many tricks to deal with a boy like you in the early days of saints? My basic strength is far above you, okay? "

what?

The pupil of the eye could not help shaking fiercely. Meng Xiaofeng was shocked: "there are so many ancient experts behind you. Who are you?"

"The eight kings of the original holy land, the demon emperor Zhuo Yifan; Now Luo's housekeeper, Zhuo fan! "

With a slight smile, Zhuo fan immediately asked, "as for me, the demon emperor, how to come back from the dead and make a comeback, there's no need to tell you more!"

Goo Doo!

After swallowing his saliva, Meng Xiaofeng was worried and muttered to himself: "demon emperor Zhuo Yifan... I heard that he had obtained the skill of Jiuyou demon emperor. Did he avoid the disaster of annihilation last time?"

"Yes, but it's too late!"

"What are you doing?" Meng Xiaofeng trembled with fear.

Evil smiled again and again. Zhuo fan stared at him and joked, "what am I going to do? Don't you know? What I just told you is my deepest secret. You know so many things about others. Shouldn't you show it a little? "

"Table..."

"Yes, sealing your mouth is the biggest expression!"

With a grin, Zhuo fan gently raised his hand, with gurgling black gas on his hand, and grabbed it at his forehead: "if I reveal my heart to you, it means you're dead. After all, the mouth of the dead is the strictest. Farewell, holy Lord. I hope you can have a good baby next time and put yourself into the arms of the holy mountain. Don't throw the wrong tire like me. You have to climb up from the bottom step by step. But I don't mind, because now I'm sending you the wrong one to reincarnate again, ha ha! "

"No... no... ah..."

A scream resounded through the depths of the dense forest. With the black air rising to the sky, the scream gradually disappeared. When Zhuo fan got up and looked down, there was only a pile of ash flying, the beach fell to the ground, and several pieces of clothes, clothes, cloth and silk were mixed in the flying and swayed in the wind.

He spit out a long breath of turbid Qi, and Zhuo fan secretly praised: "you are worthy of being a saint, and your skill is profound. I haven't used this magic formula for a long time. I have to digest it for a few days this time. Otherwise, if you practice too much, you will be like Zhao Cheng's villain, but the gains will not pay off, ha ha... "

Whoosh!

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the air. Zhuo fan's ears moved slightly. He knew everything. He turned around and disappeared.

Just in time to report the funeral to the sixth holy mountain, hum!

Shua!

A flash, Yan Huang's figure suddenly fell in this place, looked around, and had some doubts on his face: "it's strange that he just saw the holy body of the Holy Lord. It really appeared here. How could it suddenly disappear?"

"Master!"

At this time, there were several sounds breaking the air. The disciples of Danxia sect also came together one after another and bowed down and said, "we looked around and found no suspicious people."

He nodded slightly, and Yan Huang wandered back and forth a little: "is it because the fight is over, so they scattered? There seems to be no corpse in this place, that is to say, the people who abducted the city can't even stop the Holy One? Doesn't that mean... The other party is also a saint? "

Poof!

In surprise, Yan Huang kicked an object under his feet. When he looked down, he saw that it was a pile of ash flying, but in the ash flying, there were a few pieces of sporadic cloth and silk fragments, which were so familiar.

"This is..."

After a little closer inspection, Yan Huang couldn't stop his eyes from shrinking and exclaimed, "is this the clothes and cloth of the saint? Why are you here? Does it mean that... The Holy Lord was killed? "

Hiss!

He couldn't stop taking a breath, and Yan Huang was so scared that he turned white. As soon as his legs were soft, he suddenly fell to the ground and was completely stunned.

"Something big has happened. The little Lord of the sixth holy mountain died miserably in our Danxia sect. The mountain Lord will not anger us. Come on, get ready immediately, collect these good students, and let's go to the sixth holy mountain to report! "

Half a month later, in the antique study of the sixth holy mountain, a middle-aged man with a two skimmed moustache was holding a pile of vermicelli and the familiar clothes and fabrics on it. His eyes were already red.

Then, with a bang, the man was full of momentum. Everything in the study, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the bookcase counter were instantly shocked into powder. Yan Huang, who had been timid below, was also shocked and flew out. He couldn't stop spitting out with a mouthful of Yin Hong, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"Who did it? Why does my son suffer from this vicious hand if he doesn't go to the eight emperors? "

The middle-aged man roared up, his fists clenched, his fists rattled, and his eyes were full of killing intention. When he saw the Yan Huang who had just climbed up, another arrow came to her in an instant, grabbed her long hair, roared at her ears, and almost pierced her eardrums: "Yan Huang, please explain to us what's going on, Why did my son have an accident in your Danxia sect? "

"Mountain Lord, calm down. It has nothing to do with us, young Lord. We didn't do it!"

"Nonsense, of course I know it's not you. Do you have that ability?"

Touch!

After another push, he threw Yanhuang to the wall and fell down again. The man continued to be angry: "I only ask you, who is the person who did this when my son died near your door? You have to give me an explanation. Otherwise, I will let you danxiazong disappear from the holy land every minute! "

"Stop your anger, mountain Lord. We will thoroughly investigate to the end and give an explanation to mountain Lord!"

Hurriedly knelt to the ground and kowtowed repeatedly. Yan Huang was so scared that he was about to cry.

The middle-aged man also sadly held his forehead and choked: "Feng ER, you died so miserably that you didn't even have a whole body. Feng'er, I wanted you to accomplish a good thing with Chu Qingcheng, which will be good for you to understand the imperial realm in the future. Who knows that once our father and son say goodbye this time, we will become eternal... By the way, what about your disciple? Feng'er is dead. How is she? If she is too sad, we can let her enter the holy mountain as a survivor! "

"Er, she..." I didn't feel a lag, and Yan Huang looked bitter.

His eyebrows trembled, and the man's face gradually became cold: "what's the matter with her? Is it that she doesn't have deep feelings with feng'er these days, and she doesn't feel feng'er's death? Hum, it's outrageous. The holy mountain young master is very fond of her. What's her dissatisfaction? I really don't know my happiness in happiness. Anyway, since I have no feelings, I have been with feng'er for a while. I recognize her as my daughter-in-law and connect her to the holy mountain. However, you should let her perform a good play and be heartbroken. Only in this way can you move me greatly. It's reasonable to get her in, and it won't arouse the suspicion of the old guys of the other six mountains. Do you know? "

"Mountain master, this... This is not the point!" When his face shook, Yan Huang became more bitter.

Looking at her strangely, the man looked strange: "this is not the point. What is the point? I don't even ask her to have true feelings for my son. Just play a play and fool others. Can't it be achieved? How did you become a master for so many years? You can't even control an apprentice? "

"No, no, no, no, mountain master, calm down. She is my apprentice and has been disciplined for so many years. Of course, I know her temperament and it's easy to teach, but... "

"Just what?"

"Only this premise is... Her people have to be here..."

My heart could not help trembling. The man suddenly turned his head and looked at Yan Huang. He was completely stunned. He swept away his grief and said strangely: "what do you mean, what do you mean people have to be here? Do you say..."

Deeply lowered his head, Yan Huang didn't dare to answer, so he had to harden his head and wait to be criticized again.

"Do you mean... They are not indifferent, but too strong. When they know the news of feng'er's death, she died?" The brain hole was wide open, and I thought of it at once.

Yan Huang was also stunned, and his face smoked hard.

Martyrdom? How long did Qingcheng and your son know each other? What did they die for? You think too much of your son's charm!

However, seeing that Yanhuang had not answered, he thought he had guessed right. He was so angry that he stamped his feet and scolded again and again: "you, it's not enough to succeed but more than fail. Your apprentice, how can you not watch it well? She is the baby we have raised for a hundred years. Even if my son dies, she can't make any mistakes. You... You dead woman, compensate me quickly, baby! "

Then the man grabbed Yan Huang's neck and was so angry that his eyes were ferocious.

Chu Qingcheng's life is more precious than his son's life!

"Mountain Lord, listen to me... She's fine!"

As if it were a voice squeezed out of the door, Yan Huang said hoarsely.

Not from a Leng, the man was overjoyed, and the iron claw he held tightly gradually loosened and breathed: "then you said she wasn't here, I thought..."

"She's really not here, because she was taken away!" Then, Yan Huang hurried.

Upon hearing this, the man's face trembled, and his just relaxed face sank again. The iron claw tightened again and pinched Yanhuang's neck, and this time it was much tighter than last time... This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation