The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 1254: I was the one who made the wrong vote…
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Boom!
Meng Xiaofeng fell heavily to the ground, breaking bones and tendons all over his body, but this was not the most terrible. The most important thing is that his sacred body was destroyed, causing heavy damage to his soul and inner palace. It is impossible to recover in ten or eight years, but now it is more crippled, with no strength at all, just like an ant.
At this moment, let alone the Qi Gathering Realm, even if it is a doll in the foundation stage, with a decent weapon, you can easily draw him!
Huh...
A clear breeze was blowing, and Zhuo Fan slowly fell down, looking at the sage below who had no power to bind the chicken, a wicked smile crossed his mouth.
Meng Xiaofeng looked at him with horror on his face, and couldn't stop shaking his lips and said: "You...you are not a human, a monster, a spirit beast, a dragon! I am a saint, no matter how strong a human is, How can I ruin my holy body without using the emperor's heaven seal and without the body of a saint?"
"Ha ha ha... You got the correct answer, but you are a bit biased!"
He smiled and shook his head, Zhuo Fan made no comment: "I am actually a half beast, but my general beast body is not comparable to a general spirit beast or a dragon. Refining the body, the King Kong does not hold it. This right arm is also transformed by a unicorn foot of the holy beast soaring into the sky. When in the sea of darkness, the overlord taught the method of exerting force. You said to deal with you such a holy boy in the early stage, I Do you need so many tricks? My basic strength is far above yours, okay?"
What?
The pupils of the eyes trembled violently, and Meng Xiaofeng was shocked unconsciously: "There are so many ancient masters behind you, who are you?"
"The original eight emperors of the sanctuary, the demon emperor Zhuo Yifan; now the housekeeper of the Luo family, Zhuo Fan!"
With a slight smile, Zhuo Fan immediately tells: "As for me, the Devil Emperor, how to come back from the dead and come back again, there is no need to tell you more!"
Goooo!
After swallowing, Meng Xiaofeng panicked and muttered to himself: "Devil Emperor Zhuo Yifan...I heard that he had obtained the Jiuyou Devil Emperor's techniques, so did he avoid the disaster of the last annihilation? "
"That's right, but it's too late!"
"What are you going to do?" Meng Xiaofeng's heart trembled, and Meng Xiaofeng shrank constantly.
With evil smiles, Zhuo Fan stared at him closely, jokingly: "What am I going to do? Don't you know? What I told you just now is my deepest secret. You know so many things. , Shouldn’t it be a little bit?"
"The table... means?"
"Yes, sealing your mouth properly is the biggest sign!"
With a grin, Zhuo Fan gently raised his hand, gurgling in his hand, and grabbed his forehead: "I show my heart to you, it shows that you are dead. After all, the mouth of the dead is the most Yeah, goodbye, Lord Sage. I hope you can cast a good tire next time and throw it into the arms of the holy mountain. Don’t be like me, cast the wrong tire, you have to climb up from the bottom step by step. But I also Don't mind, because now I cast the wrong tire, but I am sending you the right tire to reincarnate again, hahaha!"
"Don't...don't...ah..."
A scream resounded through the depths of the dense forest, and the screams gradually disappeared as the black air soared into the sky. When Zhuo Fan got up and looked down, there was only a pile of ash flying, falling on the beach, and a few pieces of uncompleted clothes and cloth, mixed in the flying, and swaying in the wind.
He let out a long sigh of breath, and Zhuo Fan secretly praised: "It's worthy of being a saint, the skill is profound. It's been a long time since I've used this Heavenly Demon's Da Hua Jue, this time I went back and digested it for a few days. Otherwise, I will over-practice. , It’s just like Zhao Cheng’s villain, but it’s not worth the loss, ha ha ha..."
Swish swish!
Suddenly, there were bursts of sound, Zhuo Fan's ears moved slightly, he already understood everything, he turned around, and disappeared suddenly.
It's just right. Let's report the funeral to the Sixth Holy Mountain, hum!
Huh!
A flashed body, the figure of Yanhuang suddenly landed on this place, and when he inspected left and right, his face was a little confused: "Strange, I just saw Lord Saint’s holy body, it is indeed here that it appeared, why? Will it disappear suddenly?"
"Master!"
At this time, there were a few more blasting sounds, and the disciples of Danxiazong also gathered together, bowing and saying: "We inspected nearby, and no suspicious people were found."
Nodded slightly, Yan Huang wandered back and forth a little: "Is it because the fight is over, so they separated? There seems to be no corpse in this place. In other words, the person who kidnapped Qingcheng was Liansheng. Who can't stop them? Doesn't that mean... the other party is also a saint?"
Puff!
Suspiciously, Yanhuang kicked something under his feet and looked down, but saw that it was a pile of ashes, but among the ashes, the scattered pieces of cloth and silk were so familiar. .
"This is..."
Looking carefully a little, Yan Huang couldn't stop his eyes from shrinking, and exclaimed: "This is Master Saint's clothes and cloth? Why is it here? Could it be that... Master Saint was killed? ?"
His!
Unable to stop taking a breath, Yan Huang immediately turned pale with fright. As soon as his legs softened, he fell to the ground suddenly, completely stunned.
"This is something big, the young master of the Sixth Sacred Mountain, who died tragically in our Danxiazong domain, the mountain master will not provoke us. Come, get ready now and collect these good lives, we Let’s report on the Sixth Sacred Mountain!"
Half a month later, on the Sixth Sacred Mountain, in the quaint study, a middle-aged man with a moustache, holding a pile of powder in his hand, and the familiar cloth on it, his eyes are already Flushed.
Immediately afterwards, with a bang, the man's whole body was released, everything in the study, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and book counter was instantly shaken to powder. The Yanhuang who had been shrinking from below was also shocked and flew out, a mouthful of redness couldn't stop spitting out, and his complexion instantly turned pale.
"Who did it on earth? Why is it that my son will be attacked by this only if he goes past the Eight Emperors Realm?"
The middle-aged man snarled up to the sky, clenched his fists, his fists rattled, and his eyes were full of killing intent. When he saw the Yanhuang who had just climbed up, another lunge came to her and grabbed She kept her long hair, and yelled at her ears, almost piercing her eardrums: "Yanhuang, you come to explain to me, what is going on, why is my son in your Dan? What happened in Xia Zong?"
"The mountain lord calms down, the young lord's business has nothing to do with us, it is not ours!"
"Nonsense, of course I know it's not you, do you have that ability?"
Touch!
With another push, he threw Yanhuang onto the wall and fell off again. The man continued to furiously: "I only ask you, my son died near your sect. Who was the one who did this? Who, you have to give me an explanation. Otherwise, the old man will let you Danxiazong disappear from the sanctuary in minutes!"
"The mountain lord calms down, we must thoroughly investigate it and give the mountain lord an explanation!"
Hurrying to kneel on the ground, the Emperor Yan was so frightened that he was so frightened that he was about to cry.
The middle-aged man also held his forehead sadly, and choked up: "Feng'er, you died so miserably, you didn't even have a corpse. Feng'er, I wanted you to do a good job with Chu Qingcheng. It’s good for you to understand the imperial realm in the future. Who knows that this time our father and son will become eternal... By the way, what about your disciple? Feng'er is dead, how is she? If she is too sad, I can Let her enter the holy mountain as a survivor!"
"Uh, she..." Unconsciously, Yan Huang's face was bitter.
Brows trembled, and the human face gradually became cold: "What's wrong with her? Is it because she doesn't have a deep relationship with Feng'er these days, and she doesn't feel Feng'er's death? Huh, it's really unreasonable, Young Master Shengshan Is she dissatisfied with her? I really don’t know how to be blessed in the blessing. Well, since I have no feelings, I have been with Feng'er for a while. The old man recognizes her as a daughter-in-law and can connect her to the holy mountain. However, You have to let her perform a good show, so that you can move the old man a lot, and it is reasonable to get her in, and will not arouse the suspicion of other old guys in the six mountains, do you know?"
"Mountain Lord, this...this is not the point!" With a trembling, Yanhuang became even more bitter.
Looking at her strangely, the man looked weird: "This is not the point, what is the point? I don't want her to have true feelings for me anymore. Acting a play, let's make a fool of others, this Can't you reach it? How did you become a master for so many years, even an apprentice?"
"No, no, no, Shanzhu calms down. She is my apprentice. She has been disciplined for so many years. Of course I know her character and easy to teach, but..."
"Just what?"
"It's just that the premise is...Her people have to be..."
He couldn't help but tremble, the man turned his head suddenly, looked at Emperor Yan, completely stunned, swept away the grief just now, and wondered: "What do you mean, what do you mean by human beings? Say..."
He lowered his head deeply, Yanhuang didn't dare to reply, so he could only bite the bullet and wait for another criticism.
"Could it be that...they are not weak, but too strong. Knowing the news of Feng'er's death, she died in love?" The man's brain was wide open, and he immediately thought of this.
The Emperor Yan was also taken aback, and his cheeks twitched fiercely.
Death to love? How long did Qingcheng and your son have known each other, and why did you die? You have taken too much of your son’s charm!
However, seeing the Emperor Yan never answer, he thought he was right, stamped his feet with anger, and cursed again and again: "You, it is true that success is not enough to fail. Your apprentice, how can you be good? Look at it? She is the baby we have raised for a hundred years, even if my son dies, she can't make any mistakes. You...you die mother, pay me baby!"
Speaking, the man grabbed Yanhuang by the neck, his eyes sullen with anger.
Dare to love Chu Qingcheng's life, more precious than his son's life!
"Mountain Lord, listen to me...Qingcheng, she...is okay!"
As if it was a voice squeezed out of the door, Yan Huang said with a hoarse voice.
I couldn't help but stunned, the man was overjoyed, and the iron claws that he was holding on gradually loosened, and he exhaled: "Then you said she was not here, I thought..."
"She is indeed not here, because she was taken away!" Then, Emperor Yan hurriedly said.
Hearing this, the man's face trembled, and the face that had just been relieved sank again, and the iron claw tightened again, pinching Yanhuang's neck, and this time it was much tighter than last time. ...