Chapter 490

When Wuma often heard the words "emperor of the Eastern Jin Dynasty", his brown eyes flashed in disdain. The emperor of this continent was not worth his attention. He only had some basic martial arts skills, and could not even enter into the cultivation of the emperor

What?

Feng Ling ran?

This name is too familiar. Wuma often disdains his eyes and looks dignified. He didn't expect that fenglingran was the one he was looking for. He just killed Xiao Xi. Now he goes to find the boy. He will not want to go to the holy capital with him, but will want to kill him to avenge Xiao Xi.

Wuma often suddenly regrets that fenglingran is the person that the first family of the capital is looking for. He would not kill Xiao Xi so impulsively.

Although huan'er is his nephew, compared with the treasure and support of the first family of the holy capital, it is nothing to sacrifice a chiu'er. What the Wuma family wants now is glory, the glory of suppressing the Nantian family.

Only in this way can we climb up step by step, until we become the top three families of the holy capital, can we receive the attention of the royal family of the holy capital and be qualified to participate in the treasure contest of the holy emperor.

Wuma often thinks of Shengzong's treasure contest every time, and his heart is just like fighting chicken blood. For so many years, he has been working hard for this goal, including this time to this low-grade continent.

He had to take back the people the first family of Santo was looking for.

That is fenglingran.

No matter what way, he will take fenglingran back to the capital. If he can't, he will faint fenglingran and give him a drug to wash away his memory. As long as fenglingran doesn't remember Xiao Xi, he will give fenglingran to the first family of the capital, and fenglingran will not come to find him in the future.

Such a thought, Wuma often complacent smile, brown eyes twinkle with sharp luster.

……

Nanling palace.

Zhu Xu is forced to summon Xiao Xi's soul for three consecutive nights. Knowing that he can't get back, Nangong Yin can't listen to him and insists on calling.

In the center of the Taoist temple, a woman was tied to a wooden stake with her arms in large letters. The stake and the woman's body were hung with soul call bells. Her delicate face was somewhat similar to Xiao Kui. Her watery eyes were full of fear and tears rolled down her white cheek, but she could not get any sympathy from Nangong Yin.

This woman is Nangong Yin's host for Xiao Xi.

A woman is alive. To become the host of Xiao Xi's soul, she must first separate her soul from her body, that is to say, the woman must Death.

Zhu Xu also thinks that Nangong Yin's behavior is very crazy. He can think of such inhuman things, but Zhu Xu can't help it. If he doesn't follow Nangong Yin's advice, he will kill one person every other day. This crime is recorded on Zhu Xu's head.

Zhu Xu's three outlooks are completely broken. He once thought Nangong Yin was a Ming Lord. Who knows, Nangong Yin is a pervert.

Move, move, move.

If Nangong Yin was not the emperor of Nanling, if Nangong Yin didn't hold the power of life and death, if Nangong Yin didn't threaten him with human life, he would have thrown the dust on Nangong Yin's face.

Nangong Yin is sitting on the Dragon chair beside him. His eyes are full of red blood. He looks like a restless monster. Zhuxu is the pathetic Taoist priest who is watched by the monster. Who can tell him how to do it? Who told him to summon souls?

In this continent, we can't find a second Taoist with such skills as zhuxu.

"Hasn't Xi'er's soul come back yet? In the dark night, kill her. Maybe she's dead. Xier will come back to me when she has a body. "

Nangong Yin's voice is hoarse. It's like a dry land. It's not as clear and moist as before. His red eyes are very cruel. He looks at the woman tied on the stake like a dead man. He doesn't care about this life.

Not to mention the death of a woman, if you can exchange Xiao Xi and kill the women in Nanling palace, he will.

Nangong Yin didn't understand that he couldn't see her face and hear her news. He didn't even know what it was to live?

For the sake of Nanling? How ridiculous? Without her, who would he share the prosperity of the country?

At this time, Nangong Yin suddenly felt that when Xiao Xi was alive, she had been in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Every night he watched her men's clothes half faded and her blue silk was scattered, which was also a happy thing.

Tied to the stake of the woman's startling eyes, keep shaking her head in the dark night, tears like rain, as if in the night to let her go.

In the dark night, he raised his hand and used his internal power. His majesty wanted a complete body without any blood.

When he saw the woman's expression of crying for despair, his hands had been stained with blood, and he could not help it. But his majesty wanted her life, and no one could save her.

When he started at night, the figure of zhuxu flashed and lifted the dust to block the internal force of the dark night.

"Nangong Yin, Xiao Xi can't come back any more. If you kill her, Xiao Xi's soul will not come back. Wake up! If you go on like this, the land of Nanling will be destroyed in your hands sooner or later. " Zhu Xu said indignantly.Nangong Yin chuckled, his mouth raised, and his blood red eyes were still: "I'm awake now, I've never been sober."

If it had not been confused before, Xiao Xi would not have left him, and would not have been separated from his Yin and Yang.

……

The moon is like a hook.

A dark shadow stealthily sneaks into the inn where Fengling lives in Nanling. She points to the quilts on the bed and thinks that she doesn't know the ghost. Her brown sharp eyes flash through the arrogant darkness.

However, just when he thought he was going to succeed, he suddenly felt cold behind his back, and a strong palm Qi hit him. When he found out that it was too late, he took a heavy slap on his back and sprayed a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and his body smashed the thick wooden bed.

"Wuma Chang, tonight is your death date."

Feng Ling Ran's weird scarlet eyes stare at Wu Ma Chang, just like nine hell ghosts climbing up from hell to revenge. It is the first time for Wuma to see such horrible and strange eyes, and its soul is shaken severely. Suddenly, there is a chill on his back.

Wuma often wipes the blood from the corners of his mouth and shakes off the inexplicable chill. His cultivation has not paid attention to the younger generations of other big families. Let alone fenglingran, who grew up in this low-grade continent, this boy is not his opponent.

"Boy, I advise you not to be too crazy. You are not my opponent. If you are willing to go to the holy city with me, I can let go of the slap that you disrespected me just now. If you don't know how to make a toast and don't eat or drink, Xiao Xi's end will be yours. "

Wu Ma often stands up with a thick voice coming from his chest. The guest with shallow internal force in the inn is shocked by Wu Ma Chang's voice in his sleep, and his seven orifices bleed to death. Even Xiao Qi covers his ears and frowns in pain.

Wu Ma often wants to frighten Feng Ling ran with his voice.

Wuma Chang will be disappointed after all.

Feng lingran's beautiful and extraordinary face, without any discomfort, suddenly waved her hand, where she passed, the air seemed to be frozen by the cold air. Wu Ma's often brown pupils shrunk fiercely and gazed at Feng lingran's icy palm.

"Cold poison, you've been poisoned by cold poison so deeply that you haven't died yet?" Wuma is often very surprised. People who have been poisoned by cold must die. It is a miracle that the palms of fenglingran have become ice and have not died.

Wuma often avoids fenglingran's ice palm nervously. This boy's cold poison has been attacking his heart for a long time. Even his palm emits cold poison. If he is hit by this boy, he must also be poisoned by cold poison.

Damn dead boy, you want to drag him to be a backer before he dies? It's really hateful.

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