Chapter 807: You Killed My Disciple?

After Hun Yan made up his mind, he revealed the aura of a fifth-grade Taoist saint, shook the world, shattered the void, and headed for the Central Continent.

After Soul Eye left.

The three elders of Yuanhun Mountain, soul bone, soul blood, and soul flesh, gathered together.

"It seems that he wants to avenge his apprentice?" Soul Blood, who was wearing a blood-red robe, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Hunrou sneered: "Going to the Central Continent? Is he just a fifth-grade Taoist saint?

Not to mention him alone, even if we three fifth-grade Taoist saints, plus the sect master, went to the Central Continent together, we would only be slapped to death by Qin Tian! "

When Soul Bone and Soul Flesh mentioned Qin Tianyi, which was almost a taboo name for Taoist saints, Soul Bone and Soul Flesh had a look of fear in their eyes.

At that time, Qin Tianyi slapped a high-level Taoist saint to death. They could vividly remember the scene. The blood of the Taoist saint almost dyed the entire continent red, the laws were broken, and the sky was dark.

It was an era when Taoist saints were mourning.

"He wouldn't even dare to step into the Central Continent. Most of them would only dare to drive some rotten fish and shrimps into the Central Continent for him to find out information."

Soul Bone said slowly at this time.

"What Elder Soul Bone said is absolutely true." Soul blood and soul flesh were both flattering offers.

The disciples of Soul Bone become the Holy Son of Yuanhun Mountain. There is no doubt that the status of Soul Bone will also rise.

After all, the disciple of Soul Bone, after Bai Wuya becomes the Holy Son of Yuanhun Mountain, will definitely be cultivated by Yuanhun Mountain in the future. As long as he does not fall, he will definitely become the new mountain master of Yuanhun Mountain, because today’s Yuanhun Mountain The Lord, who is also the founder of Yuanhun Mountain, the Ancient Sage Yuanhun, has vaguely intended to abdicate.

Soul blood and soul flesh naturally want to fawn over soul bone at this moment.

Soul Bone also nodded with satisfaction at this time.

other side.

In an unknown continent.

A handsome young man in white clothes cut off the head of a ninth-grade Taoist emperor with a wave of his hand. The majestic emperor's blood spurted out, and everything he landed on became a blessing.

At this moment, a stream of light flew towards him.

The young man in white stretched out his hand to grab the streamer.

A piece of information suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Mo Xuan died, and I, Bai Wuya, directly became the Holy Son of Yuanhun Mountain?" The young man in white looked surprised, and then looked at the corpse of the ninth-grade Taoist whose head was beheaded, with an apologetic look on his face, "It's a pity that I didn't do it sooner. I received the news that your death was in vain.”

After saying that, the young man in white waved his sleeve, and the emperor's envoy and his head turned into powder.

"Central Continent can actually make this guy Mo Xuan fall?" Bai Wuya, who was dressed in white and looked unbelievably handsome, began to ponder at this moment, "Although this guy is proud, he is not strong enough. Even I have to be careful with his pupil skills. Deal with it, Taoist saints are not allowed to appear in this Central Continent, and those who can kill Mo Xuan must be a rare opponent. "

Thinking of this, Bai Wuya looked at the Central Continent and grinned: "They say curiosity killed the cat, but I just want to see if this Central Continent without a Taoist Saint can do anything to me!"

The words fell.

Bai Wuya also rushed towards the Central Continent.

other side.

After Mo Xuan was beheaded by the Qingmo Painting Saint.

The blue-ink painting sage hurriedly said to Li Zhoujun: "I have already found out what the Qing Emperor ordered me to do."

"No need, I know everything." Li Zhoujun waved his hand, and then asked Chao Qingmo Hua Shengdao with a smile on his face, "How long have you been here?"

The Qingmo Painting Saint looked embarrassed: "It's been a while, don't you dare to disturb the Qing Emperor and his friends to reminisce?

It wasn't until this boy from Yuanhun Mountain dared to attack Qing Emperor that I couldn't help but move.

Furthermore, even if the little old man didn't take action, the Qing Emperor could easily crush him to death for this little half-footed saint. "

Li Zhoujun smiled and said nothing. He couldn't tell that the Qingmo Painting Sage deliberately came out at the critical moment to increase his presence and favorability!

At this time, Emperor Beichen asked Li Zhoujun doubtfully: "Emperor Qing, this senior is..."

"I am the Saint of Qingmo Painting and the master of the Immortal Painting of Moshan. Now I am a loyal follower of Emperor Qing!" Shengyi of Qingmo Painting introduced his identity righteously.

"Old senior, although there are some things that are hard to ask, I still can't help but want to ask, were you really beaten to tears by the Qing Emperor?" Mu Zhenhuang asked the Qing Mo Painting Sage.

When the Qingmo Painting Sage heard this, he smiled very generously and said: "I did cry at that time, but what I cried was, why did I meet the Qing Emperor now? Why didn't I meet a wise master like the Qing Emperor earlier?"

Li Zhoujun: "..."

When Mu Zhenhuang and Emperor Beichen heard this, they both looked at Li Zhoujun thoughtfully.

For a second-grade Taoist saint to follow him like this, Qingdi is far more difficult than they imagined.

"By the way, Emperor Qing, I have some matters that I have to go back to deal with for some time." The Qingmo Painting Sage said to Li Zhoujun at this time.

"What's the matter?" Li Zhoujun asked.

The green ink painting saint looked embarrassed: "I accidentally broke the body of Moshan Painting Fairy, and I have to go back to the furnace and rebuild it. After the rebuilding, her previous memories will disappear, and I will re-train her character, but the material is Central Continent No, or it can’t be found in a short time.”

"Go ahead." Li Zhoujun nodded, "Moshan Painting Fairy's character really needs to be changed."

"Thank you Qingdi!" The Qingmo Painting Saint was overjoyed.

After a conversation, the experienced Qingmo Painting Sage clearly felt that Li Zhoujun regarded him as one of his own.

After the blue-ink painter saluted Li Zhoujun with his fists clasped, his figure disappeared on the spot.

Li Zhoujun smiled at Emperor Beichen and Mu Zhenhuang and said, "It's done, let's disperse."

After saying that, Li Zhoujun put his hands behind his back and walked towards the sun, leaving only a thin and tall back figure to Emperor Beichen and Mu Zhenhuang, which looked very tall.

On the other side.

As soon as the Qingmo Painting Saint stepped out of the land of the Central Continent and flew to the sea, a figure blocked the Qingmo Painting Saint.

The person blocking the Qingmo Painting Saint was none other than the middle-aged Soul Eye.

"Isn't this the Great Saint Soul Eye?" The Qingmo Painting Saint smiled after seeing Soul Eye.

"My disciple, did you kill him?" Soul Eyes was filled with murderous intent when he felt the remaining Mo Xuan's aura on Qing Mo Painting Saint, but he suppressed the murderous intent and asked the doubts in his heart, "How did you appear on the Central Continent? Didn't Qin Tianyi kill you?"

Qing Mo Painting Saint was slightly stunned, looked down at the few drops of blood on his body, and said with some amusement: "This Saint has been a little bit arrogant recently, but I didn't pay much attention to the blood stains on my body when your disciple died. Well, your disciple's blood is quite special. You must have done something, right? After all, I have already become a Taoist body, unstained by dust, and your disciple's blood is really dirtier than dust."

After speaking, Qing Mo Painting Saint urged his magic power to directly cleanse the blood stains on his body, and the blood stains disappeared in an instant.

"Asshole!" Soul Eye was furious at this time, "You are just a second-grade Taoist saint, how dare you kill my disciple?!"

Qingmo Painting Saint sneered: "Do you know who your good disciple offended?

Even your mountain master can't afford to offend him. If I don't kill him and give him a quick death, he will only die more miserably!"

While speaking, Qingmo Painting Saint quietly stood on the land of the Central Continent again.