Chapter 1270

His eyebrows could not help shaking slightly. When Yan Huang was dying, he was surprised and said, "are you... Zhuo fan?"

"Or you can call me... Old friend, demon emperor Zhuo Yifan!"

"What?"

"At the beginning of your affair, others may not know, but among the eight emperors, several people should know, including me!"

Not far away in the dense forest, Zhuo fan was satisfied and calmed down. He closed his eyes and said, "what I did to you is to end the gratitude and resentment of that year. Now I'll give you a chance to end your relationship, but it's a pity you put it down! "

i see!

He nodded clearly, and Yan Huang smiled: "you're back. No wonder... In this case, Huang Yu's unification is well deserved. After all, you are the real one, the head of the eight emperors! "

WOW!

A black air surged, and Yan Huang's last body was swallowed in an instant, leaving only a pile of ashes scattered on the ground. Meng Haodong was holding a piece of vermicelli and that piece of rag in his hand. He was the same as his son at that time, but he was already confused. He looked at the sky in confusion and roared: "what's going on? Who the hell killed my son? Where is Chu Qingcheng? Yan Huang, is she the murderer? "

"You'll know the answer later. Don't be too anxious now, Lord Meng!"

Slowly opened his eyes, Zhuo fan's eyes flashed a ray of pure light, revealing a strange smile. He got up, patted the dust on his body and left here happily. Come quietly and walk gently without taking away a cloud.

A month later, Zhuo fan returned to Luo's headquarters and went back to his study with an indifferent smile. He raised his hand and gently pushed the bookcase aside. Suddenly, a shelf with eight pieces of wood was exposed. Each piece of wood was engraved with the name of an eight emperor. Now there are three pieces less.

He gently took down the wooden chip with Yan Huang's name and rubbed it in his hand. Zhuo fan smiled and murmured, "Yan Huang, farewell, go!"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhuo fan shook his hand and threw the wood chip behind his head.

With a crash, the wood chips suddenly burned in the air. When they fell, they just fell into a brazier and burned.

Zhuo fan then turned his back to the brazier and took a deep breath.

"Zhuo fan!"

Suddenly, a light sound was issued, and a beautiful shadow immediately pushed the door straight in, smiling, but it was Chu Qingcheng. However, when she saw the wooden frame lined with the names of the emperors, she was stunned: "what are you... Doing?"

With a slight smile, Zhuo fan shrugged: "nothing, clean up the sundries!"

"Sundries? Is that all? "

He looked at him suspiciously. Chu Qingcheng looked at the names on the wooden frames and scanned them one by one. When he saw the empty names, he felt a click in his heart. Then he looked at the burning wood chips in the brazier. Although most of them were missing, a corner of Yanhuang could still see clues: "why did you burn my master's famous brand?"

"Well, Qingcheng, she is the murderer who poisoned your family. Do you still pay so much attention to her?"

Chu Qingcheng looked hesitant and shook his head: "I don't know. Although she has hurt my family, she is also my master and has raised me for a hundred years... "

"Then let you blade her with your own hands. How should you choose?" Before her voice fell, Zhuo fan looked solemn.

Chu Qingcheng was even more embarrassed when he trembled. "I don't know. I can't face her at all... Zhuo fan, I really don't know what to do..."

"Well, well, you don't know!"

He gently hugged 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've always made a clear distinction between public and private. If I were you, she would have a hatred against me. I need to cut it with my hand. But she raised me for many years and had the feeling of being a teacher and apprentice. Now that she is dead, as a disciple, she should obey her filial piety! "

After taking a deep look at her, Zhuo fan youyou said: "now you don't need to blade her. If you don't pay tribute to her, you'll have done the friendship between teachers and disciples. There's no regret in your heart. Of course, this is just my practice. If you have any difficulties, just do what you want in your heart and ignore me! "

Chu Qingcheng hurriedly waved his hand and said, "no, no, no, you're right. It suddenly enlightened me. Although I can't lay a hand on her, I'll pay tribute to her. Forget the feelings of teachers and disciples, and do as you say! "

"Well, go out and tell the people below to prepare a memorial!"

Nodded, Chu Qingcheng smiled and turned to leave. Just before he left, he looked back at Zhuo fan, especially those wood chips. He was more suspicious in his eyes.

After her back completely disappeared, Zhuo fan took back his eyes and smiled happily. Then he scanned the names on the wood chips one by one, sneered and said: "the eight emperors of the holy land have gone to the four emperors now. The next four have practiced the most high skill of the magic way you dreamed of. It should be fast, huh, huh..."

"Housekeeper Zhuo!"

At this time, Li Jingtian trotted in again and said with a smile: "I just heard that Miss Chu was going to pay tribute to her master. So housekeeper Zhuo's plan succeeded?"

With a faint nod, Zhuo Fan said with a smile: "yes, when I went to see Yanhuang, she had broken through the saint, but it was just a year. It's so fast, ha ha..."

"If you haven't broken through for thousands of years, you will break through in one year?"

Suddenly, Li Jingtian grinned: "steward Zhuo, your skill is really abnormal. If you can practice it well, you may break through the holy land, even the imperial land soon. At that time, what you are worried about will not happen, hehe... "

Slowly waved his hand, but Zhuo fan was more serious than ever: "from the situation of the eight emperors practicing the great magic formula, I am more sure that the main purpose of this skill lies in one word, rather than absorbing everything in the world. People's cultivation is full of demons. They should be slow rather than urgent. Only by refining their demonic nature can they stand on the devil and reach the highest level of the devil's way without being controlled by the devil. The cultivation speed of the great magic formula is really a big temptation. Only when you can resist this temptation can you succeed in cultivation. If you can't resist, you will be eaten back. Zhao Cheng and Yan Huang are the best examples. "

"This truth is simple to say, but difficult to do. The wisdom of imperial realm experts can be explored by extraordinary people! Old Li, if you old masters touch the edge of the Empire in the future, you must remember this. The avenue is boundless. Don't be impatient! "

"Ha ha... Housekeeper Zhuo flattered them. Tell Old Dan that. Lao Li, I don't think I have this qualification!" Can scratches her head with a smile and laughs loudly.

On the other hand, seeing Yan Huang die strangely in front of him, Meng Haodong's doubts are becoming more and more prosperous. If Yanhuang has nothing to do with his son's death, who else in the world will be involved?

However, after months of personal investigation, he still had no clue, so he couldn't care. After all, now, there is another more urgent matter for him to discuss with other old guys.

The layout of the holy mountain to the imperial domain has completely gone to another wrong way, which is equivalent to making wedding clothes for others. How can they bear it?

Don't they treat the people of their holy mountain as fools!

"Lord Meng!"

The seventh holy mountain, in front of a resplendent lobby, as soon as Meng Haodong appeared, a group of saints knelt down and worshipped, respectful and polite.

Impatiently waving his hand, Meng Haodong glanced at them coldly: "are other mountain masters there?"

"The six mountain masters are all inside to discuss important matters. We will inform you!"

"Tell me a fart and discuss an egg. Now the fruit of the tree we planted will be picked by others. What else should we discuss?" Hate shook his hand and Meng Haodong rushed into it angrily. No one could stop him.

When he entered the hall, the bearded old man saw it, but he smiled happily, waved and said, "Haodong is coming, sit down quickly. Just now we were still discussing. Those kids sent to Huangyu did a good job. In a peaceful and prosperous age, they sang and danced well. It seems that they still have the ability to lead Qun Lun. Then next, we plan to send three more people down the mountain to replace the eight emperors, but we don't know who to send. Haodong, do you have any young talents in the sixth holy mountain? Let's go down and have a look from you this time? Ha ha ha... "

"What happened? A bunch of rubbish have been raised. They are still elated and don't know it. Hum! "

After shaking his sleeves, Meng Haodong immediately sat on a bench and gnashed his teeth in anger: "brothers, listen to those little bunnies asking for credit and rewards there, deceive the saint, and send someone down to have a look. Now the eight places in the imperial domain are all surnamed Luo. People only know the Luo family, but they don't know who the eight emperors of the holy mountain sect are? I'm not even a puppet emperor. The puppet emperor of others, at least the servants still know their country name, but these three little rabbits, alas! "

"What?"

Not surprised, the other six people immediately got confused and hurriedly said, "Haodong, you... What are you talking about? To be clear, what's going on? Where did Luo's family come from? Why have you never heard of it? "

However, Meng Haodong took a look at them and sighed.

These old guys have been curled up in the holy mountain. They don't know the changes outside. They don't know any news at all. I think it's OK to just stare at the resources paid in tribute every year all day, but who knows that the three kids outside, like them, go out and do things according to the holy mountain. They are simple and rough, and almost didn't ruin the reputation of the holy mountain.

Later, the Luo family seized the opportunity to seize power. They didn't know anything about it. They were really stupid like pigs!

After taking a deep breath and drinking another sip of tea, Meng Haodong revealed everything he saw and heard in the strange eyes of the people.

At this moment, the six old men were all stunned, but soon became angry again. Even the disciples of holy mountain dare to be deceived. The Luo family really doesn't want to live.

But they don't think about what immoral things their three holy mountain disciples did in the imperial domain and how many people died. They still have the face to be angry, cut

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