Chapter 153

There seemed to be a layer of green smoke on Chen Chuhua's body.

All the green smoke dissipated, and she returned to her original appearance.

"I added a few more insurances." Chen Chuhua said with a smile: "After all, she is Tang Hou, and it is rumored that she is proficient in various miscellaneous knowledge, so I have to be more careful."

Chen Luoyang said lightly, "Are you ready?"

Chen Chuhua nodded: "Don't worry, I'm a capable man."

The so-called capable man here does not mean that he can really follow Tango without being discovered.

To achieve that kind of result, I am afraid that Chen Chuhua, the Martial King of the twelfth realm, would have to go out in person to have any hope.

And it's just hopeful, it may be noticed at any time.

It's just that, even if you send people to follow and stalk you, you will be discovered, but you still have to send people from that faction. This gesture must be made.

Moreover, it needs to be a capable person, not too bad, lest Tango see through it at a glance and think it is empty air.

Only in this way can we better conceal the tracking methods that the Demon Cult really arranged on Ying Qingqing.

Of course, such a painstaking planning cannot be guaranteed to be foolproof.

Tanghou Zhuo Qingxi has a lot of cultivation and knowledge, it's hard to say whether she will see through the tricks of the Demon Cult.

However, Chen Luoyang and Chen Chuhua also had confidence in their methods.

The Demon Cult has been passed down for hundreds of years and has a profound foundation, which is often reflected in these seemingly inconspicuous links.

There are specializations in the surgery industry, but Danhou is always the most proficient in alchemy and medicine.

In fields such as tracking and anti-tracking, it is difficult for her to fight against the accumulated inheritance of the Demon Cult for hundreds of years.

Chen Chuhua made many arrangements, just to avoid accidents as much as possible and maximize the success rate.

"I'll leave it to you." Chen Luoyang said casually.

"Don't worry." Chen Chuhua didn't tease him this time, but asked, "Do you think Yuwenfeng will reach the fifteenth realm?"

Chen Luoyang said lightly: "He originally had this hope."

"Looking at it now, the winner of your battle is very likely to see the gate of the fifteenth realm of martial arts." Chen Chuhua smiled slightly: "It's been five hundred years?"

Martial arts practice is to condense one's own true meaning of martial arts into essence, manifest the true form, and reach the thirteenth state, which is called the state of true form, and can be called Emperor Wu from then on.

In addition, the true form further refines the essence, which is called the state of ecstasy, which is the fourteenth state of martial arts.

On top of ecstasy, there is another level of realm in the legend, which is called enlightenment.

Since it was recorded in the history of Shenzhou Haotu, only one person has appeared, who was active about 500 years ago, leaving behind the most immortal legend in Shenzhou Haotu, surpassing all predecessors, and being looked up to by later generations.

Countless strong men emerged one after another, all trying to climb to the legendary realm.

It's a pity that no one has been able to match it since then, at best it has been close.

The person who is closest to that legend now is naturally the Three Emperors.

Yu Wenfeng, the Emperor of the Sword, came out of the customs with an astonishing momentum, and improved on the original basis.

He may only be one step away from the legendary fifteenth realm.

And the sky-reaching means displayed in the battle of the Demon Emperor Nanyun Mountain was even more shocking.

There are already rumors circulating that the Demon Emperor is expected to reproduce the miracle of 500 years ago and reach the fifteenth realm, the realm of transformation.

"The present is not as good as it was in the past. It is a shame for all the people in this world to leave no sound." Chen Luoyang just said lightly.

Chen Chuhua looked at him and smiled slightly.

She suddenly remembered something, and asked with a smile: "By the way, did Yu Wenfeng ask Senior Sister?"

ha?

Chen Luoyang was taken aback.

He turned his head before he realized that the person the other party was talking about should be the head of the Suzaku Hall, the Empress Yan Mingkong.

This surprised him very much.

According to this meaning, Yu Wenfeng, the sword emperor, actually has the heart of courtship for the female emperor Yan Mingkong?

There are no similar rumors on Divine Land.

Is it because Yu Wenfeng didn't express his position publicly, but only tested Yan Mingkong's meaning in private, so it was only spread in a small range?

Surprised in Chen Luoyang's heart, the fire of gossip quickly ignited.

This is probably one of the most important gossips in Shenzhou Haotu at present.

However, the flame was quickly extinguished.

He calms down quickly.

There must be many obstacles in the marriage between the Sword Emperor and the Empress. If it happens, the impact will be extremely huge, affecting the entire vast land of China, no less than the confrontation between the three emperors, it will definitely be a big change on the earthquake level.

If what Chen Chuhua said was true, and Yu Wenfeng, the sword emperor, really meant it, what was the attitude of the empress Yan Mingkong?

At present, it seems that Yuwenfeng should be wishful thinking.

Otherwise, if the two sides hit it off right away, the matter will definitely not be covered, there will be rumors in the vast land of Shenzhou, and the Devil's Cult will have been blown up long ago.

While Chen Luoyang's thoughts turned, he replied casually: "Yu Wenfeng is not that stupid, he is destined to be entangled with impossible things."

These words are not only trying to figure out what the empress is thinking, but also expressing his attitude as the leader of the Demon Cult, and will not allow such a thing to happen.

Chen Chuhua smiled: "Of course he is not stupid, all hopes are pinned on defeating you in seven days."

"Oh." Chen Luoyang chuckled lightly and declined to comment.

"Okay, I'm leaving first. After making arrangements for Empress Tang and your Qingqing girl here, I should also go north." Chen Chuhua waved his hand: "Yu Wenfeng has an appointment with you for seven days, but I believe that he will fight with you in the past few days." The sky will not be idle, and the foreign race is likely to go south in an all-round way."

Yu Wenfeng is the Emperor of Swords. In pursuit of the pinnacle of martial arts, he wanted to fight against the Demon Emperor, but he ignored Emperor Xia Li Yuanlong.

But at the same time, he is also the patriarch of a foreign race. Middle-earth China has just lost the Battle of the Southern Wilderness, and the Xia Dynasty is in a state of exhaustion.

The wolves in the north wouldn't be ready to move for no reason.

Of course, the Demon Cult had to prepare early for this.

Before meeting Yu Wenfeng, Chen Luoyang had discussed many things with Chen Chuhua, Su Wei and other high-level demon sect powerhouses.

Now when you come back, you only need to make adjustments according to the period of the seven-day appointment.

After Chen Chuhua left, Chen Luoyang breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did he bother to put away the small white jade bottle that Empress Dan gave him.

Inside the bottle is a pill that is also as white as jade.

This is the Worry-Relief Pill that is more effective than the Zifu Xuanling Pill.

One of Tango Zhuo Qingxi's highest achievements in alchemy.

Before that, Chen Luoyang had already inquired about the information about the pill through the black pot.

Even Danfang was picked out, but according to his secret understanding, it is not easy to collect the required raw materials.

Given that the Demon Cultists have a great career, a vast land and many people, if you really want to find them, you can find them all, but it will take time.

Moreover, he, Master Chen, had just learned alchemy, no matter how much he practiced, it was impossible for him to catch up with Empress Dan's lifelong attainments in a short time.

It would be nice to have a ready-made panacea from Tango.

With the black pot in place, he doesn't have to worry about fake elixir.

If there is really a problem with the pill, Master Chen will definitely have a good chat with the other party in a physical way.

According to the result of asking about the black pot, the Zifu Profound Spirit Pill is nothing more than that, and the Worry-Relief Pill, as a holy medicine for healing, can be superimposed and effective with the many elixir of the Demon Cult that I have taken before and the ten-turn Guiyuan Pill that I practiced myself.

Ying Qingqing didn't go back to her room immediately, but came to sit in Tango's room.

Hearing Tango mention some past events in those years, Ying Qingqing tried her best to recall, but unfortunately still failed.

In her mind, there was only a hazy one.

As before, occasionally a picture flashes quickly like a flash of inspiration, but it is hard to see what it is, which only makes people anxious.

"Don't worry, that's what the soul-lost disease is like." Dan Hou took Ying Qingqing's palm and patted the back of it lightly.

Ying Qingqing nodded yes.

Her lips moved, as if it was difficult to speak, but finally she opened her mouth and said: "Grandma, I was in danger before, Master Chen extended a helping hand, and after that he took good care of me. He doesn't need my Haotian sword energy to heal my wounds. I have nothing to offer, so I really have nothing to repay, I can only ask you, can you give Master Chen some panacea?"

Empress Tang laughed: "Silly boy, I don't have much to spare for the worry-relieving pill my old man gave him. I thought he was still injured and hadn't completely healed, but after watching the battle of Nanyun Mountain, I still underestimated the Demon Emperor. .

Jieyou Dan is not as effective for a strong person at his level as it is for people below Emperor Wu. He has basically recovered now, let alone use it.

Give him the Worry-Relief Pill, just to keep him safe in the future. "

Ying Qingqing whispered: "He is the leader of a sect, and there are many subordinates..."

"Forget it." Tang Hou smiled and said, "It's up to you."

When it was time to bid farewell the next morning, Tango really made an extra contribution to the Ancient God Sect.

Although Chen Luoyang was a little curious, the more the better, he naturally accepted it.

With Tango living in seclusion overseas, the panacea in her hands has already been priceless in the vast land of China these years.

After the two bid farewell to Chen Luoyang, they descended the Ancient God Peak, and Empress Dan took Ying Qingqing with her and drifted away.

She gradually became aware of the Demon Cult's stalking and stalking.

However, Empress Tang didn't get angry, nor did she take action to punish these people who followed her. She just took Ying Qingqing and tried to get rid of them.

After confirming that there was no tail following the two of them, Tango slowed down again.

After half a day's work, they stopped.

Tango looked around and found a quiet place in the mountains and forests, and then there was an extra handful of light gauze in his hand.

After the light gauze is unfolded, it covers a corner of the dense forest.

After a slight flash of light, the veil seemed to become transparent, and it seemed to disappear into the forest.

But in fact, it opened something that looked like a formation barrier, hiding the figures of the two.

Tango remained silent, stretched out a hand and pressed it on Ying Qingqing's back.

Ying Qingqing vaguely guessed what the other party was doing.

After a while, Tango's hand was pulled away from Ying Qingqing's back.

A thin blood-red thread seemed to be pulled out from Ying Qingqing's back by her.

Tango flicked his fingers, the blood line dispersed and disappeared without a trace.

Then, she held Ying Qingqing's hand again.

After a while, Ying Qingqing's palms itch.

Tang Hou moved his palm away, and Ying Qingqing saw a worm crawling out of her palm, the wound did not bleed, and the surface of the worm was golden.

"He values ​​you very much." Tang Hou said, putting Xiao Chong away.

Ying Qingqing pursed her lips, but said nothing.

Then, she suddenly saw the kind smile on Tango's face gradually fade away.

The other party asked slowly: "Girl, may I ask where you are? Where is my poor granddaughter Qingqing?"

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