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On the wilderness, Hong Ling is constantly flying forward, a body of fairyland breath, raging around. At this time, he held an ordinary sword made of white bones, and constantly killed many fairyland ghosts. Su Mo, the tenth emperor of Yan, followed him, drinking ice and snow from exploitation.

Su Mo's eyes were obstructed by Su Mo's view of the white clothed son who had only been cultivated in ghost fairyland. Although this guy's real combat power is actually a terrifying and powerful one, his cultivation is really too weak. The weaker the cultivation, the more difficult it is for Hongling to maintain in the realm of transforming Taoism and deity for too long.

"I really don't understand. This guy has the talent to understand the Tao state. How can his cultivation be promoted so slowly?" Su Mo threw away an ice jade porcelain wine pot, and then took out another pot from the space ring. He poured a mouthful and muttered, "those little monsters in the heaven of the divine world have changed. I'm afraid they are all starting to attack the Taiyi realm now!"

Naturally, Hong Ling would not have thought that he was not satisfied with this cheap father-in-law. He used to take Su Yu as a model, and thought that Su Mo must be a gentle and elegant scholar. But now it seems that this handsome father-in-law is a real show, but if there is any scholar in his body, it is a ghost! Of course, Yan Jun seems to be the legendary ghost king according to the common people's view.

Hiss, a sword smashed a skeleton, unparalleled son turned his head, some proud to see his cheap father-in-law. However, Su Mo seems to be absent-minded.

"What's the matter, father-in-law, you look unhappy! Is the wine not to the taste, or is the injury happening again Hongling received the sword and wanted to go to him, but saw Su Mo pick eyebrows, scared him to lose the idea of taking the opportunity to be lazy.

"Fengdu is tens of thousands of miles away. According to this speed, even if this guy gets there, he can't be promoted to fairyland!" Su Mo looked at Hong Ling with some headache. After he was promoted to Huadao Shenjing, it was difficult for him to be promoted by external force. However, if he did not reach the fairyland, it would be difficult to convince the public that he would be an apostle of the tenth Yanjun.

Sensing that Su Yanjun moved his divine consciousness away from him, Hongling finally exhaled a long breath of turbid air. Su Mo this guy is really too terrible, even if his own cultivation is only to recover one or two percent, but to clean him up is like playing!

"Damn it, my cheap father-in-law, what on earth are you thinking about?" After swallowing his saliva, Hong Ling burst out again. Other people's swords are united and smash some ghost creatures from the bone pile.

The nine turn Xuangong is constantly operating, devouring and refining the powerful spiritual power left by all ghosts. This makes the matchless son of the whole body meridian acupoint orifice in the concussion, will his breath a trace of ascension. Although this promotion has little effect on his promotion to fairyland, it is better than nothing.

After successfully condensing her own heaven way circuit, most of the power that Hong Ling swallowed was swallowed up by these marks. And some of the forces that he forced to leave behind were used to promote his accomplishments. This also indirectly led to his promotion is very difficult.

"It seems that you can't take him to the Styx." Su Mo looked at Hong Ling, who was still killing the dead with his sword, and said in a deep voice: "there are more dead spirits there. As long as he stays for a period of time, he can be promoted to heaven and fairyland."

On the distant horizon, Zhao Yuesheng, the ninth Yanjun's disciple, knelt on one knee and looked at the white haired man in front of him in awe. At this time, she was like a frightened little white rabbit, unable to maintain the previous arrogance and indifference.

"Yan Jun, I failed to kill Su Mo's tenth apostle. Please punish me!" The ninth apostle lowered his head and did not dare to look at the man at all.

"Is it?" The white haired man squatted down slightly and lifted Zhao Yuesheng's chin with his fingers and gave him a kiss. When he let go of the ninth apostle, the woman's thin lips had been bitten by him with a deep bloodstain. Satisfied to lick the corner of his mouth, the man was surprised to ask: "this new tenth apostle, very strong?"

"Yes! If in the normal, subordinates can also compete with it. But when he wakes up the blood in his body, I can't fight it! " Zhao Yuesheng thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "my heaven's mark can't even suppress his flesh and blood pieces!"

"Oh? As an apostle of my ninth Yanjun Yanhuan, can't you suppress a tenth apostle whose rank is lower than you? " Yan Huan stands up and suddenly kicks his foot. Bang! Zhao Yuesheng's body seems to have been hit by a heavy hammer and thrown back heavily. He took out the silk, wiped the blood of his apostles at the corner of his lips, and said with a smile, "let's go, let's go back!"

"Yes Zhao Yuesheng stood up with difficulty, some of whom did not dare to see him.

"Are you afraid of me Yan Huan suddenly turned around and said with a smile, "don't be afraid. I'm just in a bad mood now! Your brother is now in charge of the harem of Ben Yanjun, but today he has a bad temper with me. Turn around and help me coax him up

"I understand!" Zhao Yuesheng nodded hard, and then said, "it's useless for my subordinates to let Su Mo accept my brother as the tenth apostle!"

"Well, don't mention it any more. Su Mo was able to easily kill the first Yanjun's disciples, and his strength was very advanced even among the top ten Yanjun. However, the king of dizang gave him the rank of the tenth Yanjun, so he had to surrender to this position! After you, don't offend him easily! "Yan Huan looked at Zhao Yuesheng with some sighs and sighed: "by the way, the tenth apostle, I heard it was a man?"

"Yes Zhao Yuesheng nodded, as if he knew that Yan Huan would ask.

"Well, is he good-looking, or am I?" Yan Huan slightly raised the scarlet gauze blood clothes, covered his face, as if some shy. Although he is a man's body, but he is incomparably strange. If you don't look closely, you can hardly see his real gender.

"Yan Jun, you can't compare with him!" Zhao Yuesheng bit his teeth and said in a deep voice.

"Is that so?" His face suddenly raised a trace of inexpressible enchantment, and then lowered his eyebrows: "so, he is very suitable to enter the palace of this Yan Jun?"

Zhao Yuesheng did not answer, suddenly saw Yan Huan slightly pull off a hair, throw into the wind. The next moment, these long hair on the rapid rise, directly submerged her. Pooh! The voice of blood and flesh was blurred, but it was the ninth Apostle who was beaten into a pool of thick plasma by all his long hair.

"Zhao Yuesheng, why are you so honest?" Yan Huan shook his head and murmured, "you should know that you can't enter my harem even if you stay with him! Women's deep feelings are really something people can't understand! "

Goo Doo! Goo Doo! The thick plasma slowly closed up, slowly accumulating a fuzzy human figure. Soon, the graceful Zhao Yuesheng emerged from the plasma. She looked at Yan Huan in a daze, as if she had been deeply in love and couldn't extricate herself. When she caught up with the ninth Yanjun, they were very close to Fengdu.

"What a headstrong girl Yan Huan rubbed Zhao Yuesheng's head and said in a deep voice, "go and invite the second Lord Yan, and say that I want to make a deal with him!"

"Yes Zhao Yuesheng nodded and quickly swept into Fengdu.

Tens of thousands of miles away, Hong Ling is constantly flying forward. At this time, the white bone sword in his hand is still continuously releasing great pressure. Many of the remains of the corpse and the dark red resentment left by the ghost after death, constantly released the pure spiritual power, which was quickly refined by him.

Soon, when he opened his eyes, he could see countless red lanterns in the distance. They float slowly in the sky, below are countless women holding white umbrella. Dense fog, dyed red by the lights, constantly around these beautiful shadows.

Su Mo looks at the soul lamp that comes constantly and frowns slightly. In his body, the originally silent Qi machine is recovering, and even a half suppressed Tiandao notch is recovering rapidly. Obviously, he seems to have met a terrible enemy and dare not reserve.

Hong Ling was startled and looked at Su Mo, who pushed her strength to the extreme. Why did Su Yan Jun have such an extreme reaction when these lanterns appeared? Even when the first and second Yan Jun appeared, he was not so solemn.

"Father in law, what's the matter? Are we in trouble? " At this time, Hong Ling also awakened his own heaven way circuit, and grasped the sad God sword in his hand.

"Don't ask so much!" Su Mo shook his head solemnly and said in a deep voice: "when we fight, you will run for me! Run as far as you can, never look back. When you step into the fairyland, and then to Fengdu, to find a woman called Meng Jiang

Su Mo, the tenth emperor of Yan, was saying that all of a sudden there was a slight ripple all over his body. In a moment, his body was pounded away with a bang. The scarlet blood gushed from the mouth of Su Yanjun, which was gorgeous and miserable. When he fell heavily on the ground, the whole world had been covered by countless scarlet lanterns.

Hum, clear sword chant suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, but Su Mo reached out and took out a long blue sword. This is the first time that he took out the magic weapon in front of Hong Ling.

"Why don't you go! Do you want to die here? " Su Mo looked at a dark gold robe of Hongling, a deep voice: "you are dead, who will collect the body for me?"

"No more!" Hong Ling shook her head and said in a deep voice, "I can't go, or Su Yu will scold me to death!"

Whoa! The light wind blows over the wilderness, making the red lanterns hanging between the whole heaven and earth flicker unsteadily. A blood mist of scarlet, at this time, constantly rippling around, making the air with a trace of sandalwood fragrance. But Hong Ling was keenly aware that under the fragrance, there was a rotten corpse gas.

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