The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 1269: King Kong vs. Rakshasa

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"Yaner..."

With a flick of his eyelids, Lord Meng Shan couldn't help but make a sound when he looked at this once-familiar costume, but he quickly recovered, his expression was ruthless, and he said angrily: "Yanhuang, what are you doing? Crazy? Why do you dress like this ghost?"

I raised my eyes and glanced at him lightly, Yanhuang milfs, but tenderly: "Why, don't you like Yaner before, Dongge? Why are you now..."

"It used to be before, you were a young girl before, but now you are just an old woman's ears, dressed like this, just like a monster, it's just a laughing stock!"

"Huh, Meng Haodong, you still have the face to mention this!"

With a cold complexion, Yan Huang immediately yelled out angrily: "If I hadn't been invaded by the evil spirits of the underground palace when I was invading the Jiuyou Digong for you, how could you suffer the bad luck of aging? You sorrowful person, I will do it for you You paid so much, but you only treated me as a dog and threw it away after you used it. Back then, you had a deep affection for me, sweet words, and said that you would take me to the holy mountain to share the longevity. As a result, if I was not there, you have not seen me for thousands of years. My side. If I had not discovered Qingcheng a hundred years ago, I am afraid you would never see me again forever!"

The eyelids trembled lightly, and Meng Haodong glanced at his mouth disdainfully: "I'm taking you? You're shameless. You dare to say that when you approached me, didn't you have another purpose? To put it bluntly, we are. It's just a deal. You and I have been lingering for a while, and I also gave you the holy mountain's ground-level exercises, and also helped to the eighth throne. Otherwise, without my secret help, you stinky lady can be a group Become a prince of a party? Don’t be foolishly dreaming!"

"But I want more than all of this, you said you would take me to the holy mountain!"

"Although you were the number one beauty in the sanctuary back then, the holy mountain is based on bloodliness. You are born humble, how can you qualify to enter the mountain?"

"Then you promised me back then?"

"Are you serious about the bedside? Yan'er, before I knew you, you weren't such a naive person, right!"

With a sneer, Meng Haodong didn't care at all, raised his head and said: "I am the successor of the sixth sacred mountain, how can I ruin my future for a woman? Tell you the truth, even if you were not looking Fading, still beautiful, don’t even want to step into the gate of the holy mountain, hum!"

You?

Clutching his teeth, Yan Huang pointed at him, shaking his whole body with anger, making his body even more ferocious, and his whole body darkened even more intensely.

Meng Haodong glanced at her lightly, with disgust in his eyes, and scolded: "Look at what you look like now. People are not humans, ghosts are not ghosts, and they are disgusting."

"Also, what is going on?"

Immediately afterwards, Meng Haodong finally got into the topic, shed the ashes in his hands, and his anger was widened: "I don't care what evil you practice, but you have to explain this to me. Why these things are with my son The one who stayed there at the time of death is exactly the same? Is the death of my son also related to you?"

Looking at him tightly, Yin Hong sneered suddenly, and then laughed wildly: "Hahaha...what do you think? Dong brother?"

"Really related to you?" With his fists clenched fiercely, Meng Haodong's eyes were red with anger: "That's the only son of Laozi, you stinky lady, you are really cruel!"

With a grin, Yan Huang was even more weird: "Only son? Ha ha ha... It's all your own fault. You could have another son. Who made you so cruel, but don't..."

Touched his stomach, Yanhuang even more.

"Hybrid blood, it is better not to have it!" The pupils stared, Meng Haodong understood what she meant, and suddenly roared.

The hand on his stomach was slightly stagnant, and Yan Huang smiled madly: "What a **** bloodline, Master Saint is so rare. In that case, you don't even cherish my flesh and blood, you can kill it yourself. Meng Xiaofeng is just your son, what else can I leave my mother? Hahaha..."

"You really killed my son?"

The eyelids trembled fiercely, Meng Haodong shouted, and immediately rushed forward: "Sick lady, go to death!"

Phoenix raised eyebrows, Yan Huangxiemei smiled, waved his robe sleeves, and immediately turned into black smoke, floating outside the cave: "Meng Haodong, let's fight outside!"

"Stinky lady, don't run!"

Swish!

Two figures rushed out of the cave one after another, Yanhuang appeared, looked back, laughed suddenly, and turned around, but saw black smoke rising all over the body, and then she stood behind her back The black-faced Rakshasa of two black lotus flowers suddenly appeared in front of Meng Haodong, rushing straight into the sky, hundreds of feet high.

Sage giant?

The pupils trembled slightly, and Meng Haodong said inconceivably: "You actually broke through the saint? This is impossible. You have not been able to break through for thousands of years. It's just a short year. How can you have such an achievement? And , The exercises I gave you have no way to break through the saints!"

"Hahaha...Meng Haodong, I know you don’t want me to enter the holy mountain. How can you give me the best exercise? It’s a pity that people are not as good as heaven. The mountain stays in Tibet, and my mother can still find it in the imperial domain!"

"Huh, what's the excitement? The stinky lady who just broke through the early stage of the saint, Laozi is the peak of the saint!"

With a cold smile, Meng Haodong curled his lips in disdain, then flew up in the same air, and turned around, but when he saw a flash of thunder, a glaring King Kong with twelve divine swords suddenly appeared around him. Baizhang thunder body, majestic life experience, violent and ferocious! Just appearing, it has already caused the world to shake.

In an instant, two hundred-zhang figures faced each other far away, and King Kong confronted Raksha, and it was about to happen!

Staring closely at the Thunder Armor giant, Yanhuang's eyes were a little tranced, as if recalling a lot of past events, but soon his eyes were fixed, and a crazier smile appeared again.

With a thought, the giant Raksha immediately rushed forward, and two black lotus flowers suddenly flew out from behind, turning into two big **** mouths, biting at the diamond thunder body, as if swallowing the world. The evil charm is weird.

Touch!

However, I didn't wait for the huge mouth to fall, but seeing a flash of thunder flashing by, the two black airs were instantly dissipated into nothingness.

The King Kong held a thunder sword in one hand, with a fierce and majestic momentum, but he already broke the enemy with a single move. Meng Haodong, who was among the King Kong, looked at all of this, and the corners of his mouth swept across an arc of disdain.

Then, taking advantage of the victory, Meng Haodong immediately commanded King Kong to rush forward again, and his other hand also grabbed the second thunder sword behind him. The two thunder swords seemed to flash and thunder, and in a flash in front of Raksha, they drew seventy-two swords.

When the two giants crossed and crossed, they stopped again, but listening to the loud bang and burst, the Rakshasa was already shattered in an instant, and the Emperor Yan staggered and fell to the ground, unable to help but spit out A mouthful of red blood and a pale complexion, but the muscles and veins all over his body were severed, his internal organs were also severely injured, and his life was dying.

Tattoo!

Similarly withdrawing the saint body, Meng Haodong lightly stepped on his feet and came to her, facing endless hatred.

Immediately afterwards, he strode forward, grabbed Yanhuang by the neck, held her up high, and yelled: "Smelly lady, dare to kill my son, I want you to bury my son!"

With a grin, Yan Huang has no sorrow or joy, let alone the slightest fear, just sneered, like a devil, staring at the mediocre people in the world, waiting for the opportunity to pull them to the region together.

"Why, are you not afraid of death?"

Seeing her like this, Meng Haodong raised his brows, but he showed a wicked smile: "Since you are not afraid of death, I will not let you die. But I will let you know what is better than death, ha Haha..."

Still not speaking, Yanhuang's face was full of mockery.

Unconsciously, it's a little strange, Meng Haodong is full of doubts: "It seems that you girl is really crazy, you think I can't bear it, or can't do it?"

"Can't bear it? You hard-hearted person, what can't you bear? Ha ha ha..."

I couldn't help but sneered, Yan Huang looked at him contemptuously: "I am laughing at you. I want to make me worse than life. I can't do it!"

"What did you say?"

"I mean, for a person who is dying, how can you make him worse than death? Hahaha..." He laughed up to the sky again, with endless joy and misery in the laughter.

Meng Haodong was strange in his heart, but when he looked down, he saw that the turbulent black air was already permeating Yan Huang, especially her legs, which had been completely swallowed and turned into powder. And this trend is intensifying, constantly devouring her body.

"This...what is going on?"

"Brother Dong!"

Without answering his question, Yan Huang just glanced at him mockingly: "I have already felt that there will be such an end, so I made a desperate fight against you. For so many years of grief and indignation, it is also extremely good to vent before death. Okay. It’s just that you don’t have this chance. You...never know who the real murderer is who killed your son, hahaha..."

What?

Unexpectedly, Meng Haodong pinched her neck and shouted: "You said my son was not your hand? Who is that? Tell me!"

Without speaking, Yan Huang just closed his eyes lightly, without saying a word, letting the endless shadow swallow.

Just a moment before she disappeared, the corner of her mouth couldn't help showing a wry smile, lamenting again and again.

Steward Zhuo, that's amazing, everyone is talking to you. I should have thought that the Demon Sovereign Technique was related to Meng Xiaofeng's death, and that Qingcheng's disappearance that day was probably what you did.

It's a pity that I am deeply trapped in the desire of the imperial realm practice, and I can't care about anything.

Looking back now, you are the only winner among all the people, and you have easily taken charge of the imperial domain. We are all deeply trapped in the exercises, no matter how hard we can extricate ourselves.

What a deep scheming, what a strong layout!

It's just that people are about to die, and their words are good. I don't plan to spread this harmful practice. Just like you lent it to us, I will disappoint you.

After all, for me, although I hate him, I have loved him, but he doesn’t know it, ha ha ha...

"Yanhuang, you **** tell me clearly who the death of my son is related to, tell me!" Meng Haodong roared, roaring again and again.

Yanhuang looked at him one last time, but he nodded and closed his eyes.

I won't tell you, I won't let you avenge another woman's son, this is my last selfishness, sorry.

"Yanhuang, goodbye forever!"

Suddenly, at this moment, a familiar passphrase sounded in the ears of Yanhuang...