Immortal Voices Chapter 188: Contact
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Rong Xian recognized Chongguang. He was the man she met three years ago when she was forced by the old woman to ask about the whereabouts of the Lord Xixin in Shiqiaojian.
At that time, she slapped the man in order to clear the field.
"As I said, we will definitely meet again." Rong Xian smiled warmly, without any haze.
In fact, Rong Xian didn't expect that the one-sided person would be her target today. At that time, she only thought that the person had a good level of cultivation, and Xiao Qianjie was so big, and they would always meet again.
I didn't expect to meet again but on such occasions, this person hides really deep enough.
Furthermore, Chongguang is not only the enemy who covets the artifact to be eradicated by him, but also one of the murderers of the Yu Clan.
Well, this person would have to die anyway. It was a coincidence.
On the cloud, the confrontation between Chongguang and the black crow continued.
Chongguang was so angry that he told Mo Xiu with practical actions that he was not afraid of fighting, and would accompany him to the end if he wanted to.
The smile on the black crow's face slowly receded, and his eyes were blood red. When he stared at someone, he looked like a bloodthirsty beast, ready to jump on him and kill him at any time.
"It's been a long time since no one dared to provoke me like this." There was a sickly flush on his face, and the moment his voice was uttered, it brought pungent blood to the whole world.
The next moment, the black crow has disappeared.
Everyone looked intently, and even Chongguang was missing.
"What is going on? What about them?" Everyone was asking this question.
But Bai Song and the others, Sizhen, Grand Elder, and Lu Laozu, looked at the depths of the clouds, where the two fought against each other.
The next moment, someone shouted: "Look at the sky."
Everyone looked up when they heard the sound.
One side is blood-red devilish energy, and the other side is magnificent righteous energy, each occupying half of the sky.
The two sides are glued to each other, fighting each other and devouring each other.
"It seems that there is no way to tell the winner or loser in a short time." Sizhen concluded very positively.
The Grand Elder and the Third Elder also nodded in agreement. The two of them glanced at Old Ancestor Lu on the left, then turned their heads and continued to watch this rare battle.
A hundred miles away from the Yuxiao Gate, Rong Xian, who was standing outside the tent, closed her eyes slightly. The vast sea-like divine consciousness gushed out like a tide, silently discovering everything, before detecting a deep pit. When she was in the hidden place, her expression moved, and the cryptic energy fluctuations passed out in a mysterious way.
Qu Lang, who was watching the battle, stiffened. He seemed to have received some news. He took out the command symbol, and the spiritual power poured out in his hand, causing the symbol to fly into the black clouds above his head with a scream.
"Huh? There is an order from the Lord." Chen Yan said lightly.
Jiang Jin smiled and stretched out his hand to prepare the result token, and said: "This time I change..." Go.
Before speaking, Ling Fu was pinched by a white palm with a Buddhist bead.
Jiang Jin immediately swallowed the rest of the words, and Zuo Jiao went out in person, nothing happened to him.
The next moment, in front of Qu Lang stood a holy young man with a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist.
The youth handed over the order, with compassion in his eyes: "Donor, your things."
Qu Lang was a little confused, he subconsciously took the order and asked dryly: "Who are you?"
This momentum suddenly weakened, okay?
He obviously summoned the magic cultivator. Why did a monk who looked like a monk came out? Could it be that he used too much force and smashed the token on the head?
As if seeing what he was thinking, the young man's holy face raised a smile, like a Buddha pinching a flower and smiling, full of Zen.
Then he said: "What is the order of the donor, the poor monk will do it."
Qu Lang: This sentence is a bit familiar.
#Every magic repair who is called by him will say this sentence#
He is sure now. The monk who looks like a monk in front of him is really a magic cultivator. He pointed to the deep hole a little entangledly and said, "There is a passage at the bottom right. You can bring the people inside."
The youth's clean eyes moved slightly, the holy breath became unpredictable, and the compassionate smile on the corners of his mouth became jokes.
Looking at Qu Lang, he tweeted: "You're funny, no wonder...you never change people."
He didn't dare to mention Rong Xian's name, and looked at Qu Lang's dumbfounded appearance, and jumped into the pit with joy.
Qu Lang: Is this person's mentality wrong?
Qu Lang's actions are not secretive, and the great elders and others have all seen it.
The Grand Elder exclaimed: "Is it him?!"
"Who did you say?" Si Wenning asked curiously.
The three elders were almost bald in his beard: "The magic repair called by the master of the magic gate just now is Wuxinya's left guardian, no phase."
No phase?
Si Wenning said the name twice, and said puzzledly: "Sounds like a monk."
"He is a monk." The elder added that although he did not know where Zuo Hufa came from, the aura of a monk can never be wrong.
Liu Lan's eyes flashed a touch of surprise: "He can be different from a monk."
No monks are so handsome and powerful.
The great elder gave his granddaughter a white look and said: "He is not only a monk, but also a magician."
"What is he going to do?" Si Zhen asked casually.
The great elder sensed it in detail, and shook his head helplessly: "The remaining power of the magic cultivator there is still raging, and my divine consciousness was torn apart before it came close."
Si Zhen tried it, and finally withdrew his divine consciousness. He also had no choice but to use that brutal and **** power. For the current plan, he could only wait.
When the Left Guardian jumped into the pit, the first thing he learned was Chongguang.
The heavy pupils who were fighting against the black crow shrank, and the movements on their hands became more fierce.
Someone moved his enchantment, and that person's cultivation is no less than his.
Chongguang's eyes were filled with stunnedness, and at this time he finally figured out the purpose of the magic repair-it was for Qingbo.
Or he knew it from the beginning, but he didn't understand that the magic repair was really for a clear wave?
The demons are all grudges with Qingbo?
Or does the person behind the magic repair have a grudge against Qingbo?
Chongguang couldn't think of anyone besides Xixin and Lord who can command these demons.
But there is no connection between Lord Xixin and Qingbo.
No, no, there is a connection between them, the only connection is-Rong Xian!
Chongguang thought of something flashing in his mind, but even if he thought of it, it was useless. He had only one thing to do now, not to let Qingbo appear in everyone's sight.
The two Yu clan remnants, Shen Jiuliu and Rong Xian, have already made Qingbo notorious. If he is connected with Qingbo, the reputation of Yuxiaomen will be lost in the future.
His expression tightened, and he used ten percent of his power to fight back at Mo Xiu.
The black crow was injured by a palm, but his face was not irritated. He laughed, completely ignoring his own injury, and rushed to Shigeguang like a madman, yelling: "Have fun, come again."
Such fierce and desperate style of play made the elders look at him.
Zhongguang was entangled for a while, and Si Zhen watched him tighten his brows and whispered softly: "Zhongguang is in a hurry, but why is he in a hurry."