The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 1253: Send to your door

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Shoo!

In a gloomy forest, Zhuo Fan waited for a long time at the designated place. Suddenly two bursts of air sounded. Li Jingtian and Qiu Yanhai suddenly appeared in front of Zhuo Fan with Chu Qingcheng, and respectfully said: "Steward Zhuo!"

"Don't be polite!"

He hurriedly waved his hand, Zhuo Fan did not look at them, but turned to look at Chu Qingcheng, who was already looking lonely. After understanding her feelings, after a little pondering, he said with relief: "Qingcheng, things are already like this. , You don’t have to be sad, it’s all over!"

Looking at him with red eyes, Chu Qingcheng suddenly felt aggrieved in his heart, and rushed into Zhuo Fan’s arms. His eyes were already moist: "Zhuo Fan, I have no relatives anymore. I have no father and no mother. Become an exterminator, I...I..."

"Okay, don't be sad, don't you still have me!"

Patting her back lightly, Zhuo Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and gave a moment of comfort: "That old aunt, she was pretending to be benevolent. You can see the truth. It's good to leave her. How you want to deal with her in the future, I will Go all out to help you achieve it, how?"

He was stagnant, Chu Qingcheng hesitated, but he didn't speak.

Understand her thoughts, even if Yanhuang is unkind to her, but at any rate it is the kindness of nurturing and mentoring for hundreds of years that it is impossible for her to draw a line in one breath.

However, Zhuo Fan has already achieved his goal if they can break the relationship between their master and apprentice. Previously, due to Chu Qingcheng's current relationship with Emperor Yan, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but restrain his actions. From now on, he never had this concern anymore.

Even if Zhuo Fan killed the old woman afterwards, although Chu Qingcheng did not support it, he would not object.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Fan patted the back of Chu Qingcheng again, then handed her to Li Jingtian and the others, and said comfortingly: "You should follow them to our Luo family and settle down first, lest you be caught by the boy surnamed Meng. I will take you back forcibly."

Chu Qingcheng nodded slightly, but he was very obedient. After all, Zhuo Fan is now her only support.

"You must **** Miss Chu back safely without error!"

"Yes!"

Finally, they urged the two of Li Jingtian again, and they bowed again, gently picked Chu Qingcheng's arm, and with a swish, she immediately disappeared and left here.

Looking at their distant backs gradually disappearing, Zhuo Fan's mouth crossed with a satisfied smile.

A quarter of an hour later, a stream of light flashed across the sky, and Meng Xiaofeng looked around for traces of spiritual pressure, gritted his teeth, and was full of anger: "Damn bastard, deliberately going around in circles, trying to confuse this son. Humph, this son doesn't. You are fooled, you must be caught, and after the corpses are broken into pieces, we will retake the Allure!"

Huh!

However, he mumbled all the way forward, but a black shadow flashed by and stopped in front of him immediately. The body suddenly paused, stopped, and looked around, but saw that the person was not someone else, no doubt Zhuo Fan, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Holy Master, where are you going?" Zhuo Fan smiled respectfully and clasped his fists.

The face trembled fiercely, and Meng Xiaofeng yelled: "You **** thing, get out of here, it's none of your business!"

"It's my part to work for the Lord. Let me talk about what is important, maybe I can help you?"

"My son is a saint. The whole sanctuary calls for the wind and rain, and you still need your help? Get out of here, or I'm not polite. Don't think that you can hold a little bit of our handle and you can arrogantly stand in front of Lao Tzu. No. I may not kill you, but there are so many ways to make you worse than death!"

"Oh, this way, I really want to see it, open my eyes, hahaha..." With a wicked smile, Zhuo Fan crossed the corners of his mouth with ridicule, and hugged his arms in front of him, just standing calmly In the air, blocking him, not letting him pass.

Brows trembled fiercely, and Meng Xiaofeng was already violent with anger: "Okay, this is what you asked for, toast without eating or drinking, you will die, hum!"

Huh!

As soon as the voice fell, the wind was surging. Meng Xiaofeng's body shook violently, and the mighty saint's aura was like a towering mountain, and pressed against Zhuo Fan fiercely. That terrifying coercion, even the heavens and the earth trembled, the general imperial-level masters would be severely injured when they were hit.

However, Zhuo Fan still stood there quietly, with a calm smile on his face forever. A black air on his body circulated like a whirlpool, and the pressure of the saint disappeared instantly, as if it had been absorbed.

"How... how is it possible?"

The pupils couldn't stop shrinking severely, Meng Xiaofeng was taken aback: "A mere ant can actually...Hey, aren't you in the Qi Gathering Realm? How can you fly in the air?"

With a wicked smile, Zhuo Fan no longer concealed it, and said leisurely: "If it is really a gathering state, let alone flying in the sky, even your half-point power can't be blocked, let alone the top of Mount Tai. The coercion of his body has long been broken to pieces, how can there be life here to chat with you, ha ha ha..."

"You...have been hiding your strength?"

Finally, it suddenly dawned on me that Meng Xiaofeng couldn't help being surprised, and his expression gradually became serious: "Then what level of cultivation are you?"

"It's easy to say, the peak of the emperor rank!"

"Hmph, that's the case, although it's not low, but in front of my son, it's still not enough!"

Hearing this, Meng Xiaofeng's heart felt a lot more relaxed, and then he showed a madness, waved his hand, and shouted: "Then you dare to get in the way here, get out of my way!"

Speaking, Meng Xiaofeng had already stepped on his feet, rushing towards Zhuo Fan, his whole body was violent, as if he was about to smash everything in front of him. With the skill of the saint, it is definitely an overwhelming advantage to compete with the imperial cultivator. Unfortunately, what he encountered today was not an ordinary imperial powerhouse.

Puff!

With a muffled noise, Meng Xiaofeng slammed into it violently, as if he was against a copper wall and iron wall, and stopped suddenly, unable to rush through.

The pupils shook fiercely, Meng Xiaofeng's heart was horrified, and he looked up, only to see that one of his arms was firmly holding the iron claw, and the owner of the iron claw was in front of him. That imperial powerhouse, Zhuo Fan!

How is it possible?

Meng Xiaofeng shouted in his heart, his face trembling strangely.

Stop this young man's body with only one hand, this is definitely not the emperor's ability to do...

Touch!

However, before he finished his thoughts, Zhuo Fan's unicorn arm flicked slightly, and instantly shook him a thousand meters away, and turned a few somersaults in the air before he stopped. However, the eyes he looked at Zhuo Fan were much heavier.

"Where are you... holy?"

"Luo's housekeeper, Zhuo Fan!" The corner of his mouth curled up, Zhuo Fan was always so calm and confident, and even his surroundings seemed to be infected by him, like a windless water surface, becoming extremely static.

However, all this fell into Meng Xiaofeng's eyes, but it was even more terrifying. So calm and breezy to block himself in this place, his strength is really unfathomable.

Before, I really underestimated him!

The brows trembled uncontrollably, Meng Xiaofeng looked at Zhuo Fan's eyes more and more solemnly, his fists tightened, and finally he was about to get serious.

Holy Body!

With a loud shout in my heart, Meng Xiaofeng's body shook suddenly, but seeing the dazzling white light lit up, a giant man with a figure of hundreds of feet suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth, with eight divine swords on his back, exuding hacks. The sharp air of the sky splitting the earth. Meng Xiaofeng raised his head proudly, standing at the center of the giant's eyebrows, staring at Zhuo Fan below.

Cang screamed and burst loudly.

The giant with both hands suddenly drew out two shining divine swords from behind, tens of meters in length, with the force of wind and thunder. From a distance, it is as if a **** is present in the world.

The Emperor Yan, who had just settled down and was knocked out of his disciple, couldn't help being shocked when he saw the situation here.

Sage-sama actually even came out of his own condensed sage giant. It seems that the opponent who took the Allure abducted and waited for the rest...

Huh!

A sword is like splitting the sky, and the sword's edge is pointed directly at Zhuo Fan: "If you are the pinnacle of the emperor rank, you should know the gap between the saint and the emperor. Your emperor heaven seal is in my saint There is no use in front of him. If you know, you will return Chu Qingcheng, otherwise there are countless ways to shut you up, the entire Luo family, and the Demon Emperor!"

"Oh, is it?"

When his brows were raised, Zhuo Fan chuckles unconsciously, and slowly raised his unicorn arm, the war intent in his eyes is already burning: "So sorry, although we have no grudges, we dare to stare at Allure It’s better to deal with the people early. Maybe you don’t know it yourself. In fact, when I was in Minghai, I deliberately took care of you, but unfortunately I never had a chance. But now...hehe, you really have come to the door! "

The pupils flicked, and Meng Xiaofeng angrily smiled: "Take care of me? It's a big tone. That son should see, how do you, the emperor, take care of me, the saint?"

Boom!

As soon as the voice fell, Meng Xiaofeng had already ruthlessly smashed the two giant swords at Zhuo Fan's forehead, his prestige was so powerful that he destroyed the world. The sky and the earth are surging, covering the sky and obscuring the sun, and there is a chaotic sound of apocalypse.

However, it is strange that Zhuo Fan's one-acre three-quarters of land is still calm, as if he was not disturbed by the outside world at all.

When the two sword blades had all come to Zhuo Fan's front door, his eyes condensed, and with a fluttering punch, he swiftly struck forward.

Kirin Tyrant Fist, go out!

Boom...

With a punch, the heaven and the earth are destroyed, and the heaven and the earth are shattered!

Meng Xiaofeng's two blades just hit Zhuo Fan's fist strength, and they exploded under a dazzling red light. The sword's edge shattered inch by inch, as the surrounding space collapsed one by one, and the dark space cracks rushed around like ocean waves. That terrifying force of fists also instantly arrived in front of Meng Xiaofeng's giant body, before he could react. With a touch, he passed through without delay.

In a moment, the chest of the saint was so big that a hole with a radius of kilometers was pierced. The huge body shook for a moment, and with a clatter, it spread out and disappeared.

Meng Xiaofeng puffed out, spit out a mouthful of red, and fell to the ground feebly, his face was already pale...