The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 1270: The holy mountain is furious

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The brows can't help but tremble lightly, when the Yanhuang is dead, she is surprised: "Are you...... Zhuo Fan?"

"Or you can call me... old friend, Demon Emperor Zhuo Yifan!"

"What?"

"At the beginning, other people may not know your love affairs, but among the Eight Emperors, there should still be a few people who know about it, and one of them is me!"

In the dense forest not far away, Zhuo Fan was very satisfied, closed his eyes and spoke: "What I did to you is to end the grievances of the year. Now I give you a chance to end the love of the year, but unfortunately you let go !"

That's it!

Nodded clearly, and Yan Huang let out a laugh: "It's you who are back, no wonder...In this case, the emperor is unified and deserves its name. After all, you are the real, the head of the eight emperors!"

Wow!

A black air raged, and Yanhuang's last body was swallowed instantly, leaving only a pile of ashes scattered on the ground. Meng Haodong was holding a piece of powder and a piece of rag in his hand. He was no different from his son at the time, but he was already confused. He looked at the sky in confusion, and roared: "What is going on? Kill? Who is my son's? Where is Chu Qingcheng? Is Yanhuang a murderer?"

"This answer, you will know in the future, don't be too eager now, Lord Monsanto!"

Slowly opened his eyes, a ray of light flashed in Zhuo Fan's eyes, revealing an evil smile. Standing up, patted the dust on his body, and left here happily. Come quietly, walk gently, without taking away a cloud.

One month later, Zhuo Fan returned to the Luo family headquarters, with a calm smile on his face, went back to his study. Raising his hand and gently pushing the bookcase to the side, a shelf with eight pieces of wood hung suddenly appeared. Each piece of wood was engraved with an eighth emperor's name, and now it is three pieces less.

Gently took down the wood chip with Yanhuang's name on it and rubbed it a little in his hand. Zhuo Fan smiled softly and murmured: "Yanhuang, goodbye, go!"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhuo Fan waved his hand and threw the wood chips behind his head.

With a bang, the wood chips suddenly burned in the air, and when they fell, they fell into a brazier with a sound, and burned.

Zhuo Fan just turned his back to the brazier, his face was arbitrary, and he took a deep breath.

"Zhuo Fan!"

Suddenly, there was a soft sound, and a beautiful figure suddenly pushed the door straight in, with a smile on his face, but it was Chu Qingcheng who was undoubtedly. However, when she saw the wooden frame lined up with the emperor's names, she was suddenly taken aback: "What are you... doing?"

With a slight smile, Zhuo Fan shrugged indifferently: "Nothing, clean up the clutter!"

"Miscellaneous? Are these things?"

Looking at him suspiciously, Chu Qingcheng looked at the names on the wooden racks again, scanning them one by one. When he saw the names that were vacant, he felt a little bit in his heart, and then looked into the brazier. Although most of the pieces of wood that are still burning are already missing, there are still clues in the corner of Yanhuang: "Why are you burning my master's brand?"

"Well, Qingcheng, she is the murderer who poisoned your family, are you still paying attention to her?"

His face sank, Chu Qingcheng looked suspicious, and shook his head: "I don't know. Although she harmed my family, she is also my master. She has raised me for a hundred years..."

"Then you are going to kill her with your own hands, how do you choose?" Before her voice fell, Zhuo Fan looked solemn and said solemnly.

The body trembled, Chu Qingcheng was even more embarrassed. He kept shaking his head, and even tears in his eyes: "I don't know, I can't face her at all... Zhuo Fan, I really don't know what to do. ……"

"It's okay, it’s okay if you don’t know!"

Gently hugging her in his arms, Zhuo Fan patted her on the shoulder, and sighed: "Now you don't need to know, I won't lie to you, your master is dead now!"

"What?"

"I have always distinguished between public and private. If I were you, she would have genocide against me, and I would have to kill her. But she raised me for many years, and she has a sense of mentoring and apprenticeship. Now she is dead. Disciple, you should be obedient to his filial piety!"

Glancing at her deeply, Zhuo Fan said quietly: "You don't need to cut her at all now. If you have concerns, don't let go and pay homage to her. It will be considered as the friendship between master and apprentice. I'm sorry. Of course, this is just my approach. If you have any difficulties, just do what you want in your heart and ignore me!"

Anxiously waved his hand, Chu Qingcheng hurriedly said: "No, no, no, you are right, it made me suddenly enlightened. Although I can't attack her, but to pay her respects, forget the teacher. Just do what you told me to be a disciple!"

"Well, you go out and tell the people below, get ready to pay a memorial service!"

Nodded, Chu Qingcheng smiled slightly, and turned to leave, but before leaving, he looked back at Zhuo Fan, especially the wood chips, and his eyes were even more suspicious.

After her back figure disappeared completely, Zhuo Fan looked back and smiled happily, and then scanned the names on the wood chips one by one, and sneered: "The eight emperors of the sanctuary have now gone to the four emperors. The four who came down have practiced the supreme magic way you dreamed of at the beginning. They should be fast too, ha ha ha..."

"Steward Zhu!"

At this moment, Li Jingtian trot in again, smiling, and said: "I just heard that Miss Chu was going to pay homage to her master, so that steward Zhuo's plan was successful?"

Nodded faintly, Zhuo Fan said with a light smile: "Yes, when I went to see Yanhuang, she had already broken through the saint, but it was only a year, so fast, ha ha ha..."

"If you haven't broken through for thousands of years, you broke through in one year?"

His eyes lit up, and Li Jingtian grinned: "Steward Zhuo, your technique is really abnormal. If you can practice hard, you will probably soon break through the holy realm, or even the emperor realm. By then, you will be worried. Will not happen, hehehe..."

Slowly waved his hand, but Zhuo Fan was more serious than ever: "From the perspective of the Eight Emperors' cultivation of the Heavenly Demon Great Huajue, I am even more sure that the main point of this practice lies in a transformation of characters, rather than absorbing the world. Above. The cultivation of human beings has many minds and demons. It is better to be slow but not urgent. Only by refining the demonic nature can stand on top of demons and reach the highest state of demons without being controlled by demons and being bound by oneself. It's a big temptation. Only if you can resist this temptation can you succeed in your cultivation. If you can't resist it, you will be bitten back. Zhao Cheng and Yanhuang are the best examples."

"This principle is simple to say, but it is difficult to do. The wisdom of masters in the imperial realm can be explored by extraordinary people! Old Li, if you old seniors touch the edge of the imperial realm in the future, you must keep this in mind. The road is boundless. , Don’t be impatient!"

"Ha ha ha... Butler Zhuo praised, you can tell Elder Dan and the others, old Li, I don't think I have this qualification!" Can smiled and scratched his head, Li Jingtian laughed out loud.

On the other hand, watching Emperor Yan die weirdly in front of him, the doubts in Meng Haodong's heart grew more and more. If Yan Huang had nothing to do with his son's death, who else would be involved that day?

However, he had already personally checked for several months and he still had no clues, so he couldn't take care of it. After all, now, another more urgent matter is waiting for him to discuss with the other old guys.

The layout of the holy mountain to the imperial domain has completely gone on another divergence road, which is equivalent to making wedding dresses for others. How can this make their favorites of the day bear it?

Isn't this playing their holy mountain people as fools!

"Master Monsanto!"

The Seventh Sacred Mountain, in front of a magnificent lobby, as soon as Meng Haodong appeared, a group of saints bowed down and worshiped, respectfully.

Waving impatiently, Meng Haodong glanced at them coldly: "Are the other mountain owners there?"

"The six mountain masters are discussing important matters inside, wait for me to inform you!"

"Tell me a fart, discuss an egg, now we planted the tree, the fruit is going to be picked by the family, what else to discuss?" With a resentful wave of his hand, Meng Haodong rushed into it angrily, no one could stop it. .

When he entered the hall, the headed old man with long beards saw it, but he smiled happily and beckoned: "Hao Dong is here, sit down. Just now we are still discussing, sending the little boys to the imperial domain. They did a good job in a peaceful and prosperous age, singing and dancing, and it seems that they still have the ability to lead a group of people. Then, we plan to send three more people down the mountain to replace the eighth emperor, but we don’t know who to send. Hao Dong, you guys Are there any young talents on the Sixth Sacred Mountain, this time I will come down from you to have a look? Hahaha..."

"What's going on? A bunch of trash has been emptied by others, and still triumphant, without knowing it, hum!"

Flicking his sleeves fiercely, Meng Haodong immediately sat on a bench and gritted his teeth with anger: "Brothers, just listen to the little rascals asking for merits and rewards, blinding the saints, and sending people down to watch. Look. Now the eight places in the imperial realm are all surnamed Luo. People only know that there is the Luo family, but they don’t even know who the eight emperors of the Holy Mountain School are? Really they are not as good as a puppet emperor. The puppet emperor, anyway the people under him are still there. I know their country name, but these three little brats, alas!"

"What?"

Unable to be surprised, the other six people were immediately confused and anxiously said: "Haodong, what are you...what are you talking about? To be clear, what's going on? Where did the Luo family come from, why never Have you heard of it?"

Looking at them helplessly, Meng Haodong's face twitched and he sighed.

These old guys have been huddling around the holy mountain all the time. They don't know the changes outside, and they don't know the news at all. I thought it would be enough to just stare at the resources of the annual tribute, but I don't know that the three little boys outside, like them, go out and do things according to the holy mountain. They are simple and rude, and they almost didn't ruin the reputation of the holy mountain.

Later, the Luo family took the opportunity to seize power, and there was nothing to find out. It was really stupid like a pig!

Taking a deep breath, and taking another sip of tea, Meng Haodong revealed everything he had seen and heard in the strange eyes of everyone.

At this time, the six old men were all stunned, but soon became angry again. Even the disciples of the holy mountain dare to be deceived, this Luo family is really unreasonable and doesn't want to live anymore.

But they didn't want to think about what their three holy mountain disciples did in the imperial domain and how many people died. They are still angry, cut...