Master: This Traitorous Disciple Is Not a Holy Son

Chapter 71 Picking Wild Vine

"How dare this? How dare he ..." The nine furry white fox tails behind Sky Fox couldn't help swinging. His tone was full of resentment of gritting his teeth, and his hatred for Chu Huang was already substantial.

Almost, just a little worse, she was going to live under the horrible knife of the mysterious black robe.

Not far away in front of her, above a futon, Jimo Jianqiu seated his eyes closed and looked very quiet, but her face was pale as paper, as if the person with a serious illness healed.

Call

The long breath sounded, and then Mo Jianqiu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were as dull as water, and he couldn't afford the slightest.

"Jimo, how are your injuries?" Princess Tianhu stepped forward, her hands curled up in front of their chests, inquiring concerned, and nine tails also stopped swinging.

"It's not a big deal ..." Mo Jianqiu shook his head slightly, and the point of the black robe man was targeted at him. If it wasn't for his father to stay on him in time, he would have been flying away at this moment.

"The human race really can't trust ..." Princess Tianhu bites silver teeth tightly and said hate.

Compared with her anger, Mo Jianqiu looks much calm.

He stood up and gently brushed his sleeves: "Who would have thought that there was a powerful emperor hidden here."

"That knife is really amazing." Ji Mo Jianqiu was so emotional that his eyes were half -narrow, as if he was remembered the thrilling scene.

Princess Tianhu is speechless, "Don't you hate?"

"Hate? Why do you hate?" Ji Mo Jianqiu looked at her in doubt.

"The Chu Huang is despicable and shameless. If it wasn't for us to help us, he didn't even have the chance to enter the secret realm of Tianjian, isn't it ..." Princess Tianhu bites her teeth, her eyes are angry, and they can't wait to bring Chu Huang Thousands of swords.

That is, Mo Jianqiu shook his head.

Is this despicable?

Everyone is a relationship that uses each other. At this time, it is too naive to talk about morality.

If he is Chuhuang, he will not say so much about his purpose, but he will pass the secret with the black robe people, and will not give them the opportunity to escape.

"Oh, the snake does not die, we must be died, we still have the opportunity to revenge." Mo Jianqiu's lips rose, showing a faint smile.

Looking at his smile, Princess Tianhu's body trembled slightly, and there was an inexplicable chill in her heart.

That is, Mo Jianqiu's auricle is slightly moved, and the dense and slight footsteps spread into the ears.

After speaking, he took the lead in gray mist.

The princess of Tianhu suddenly lost her color and did not dare to hesitate to hesitate, and quickly followed.

The two left less than a moment.

Thousands of unknown monsters exuding unknown humanoid monsters, like a tide, pass by the two people's previous place. One of them lying on the place where they stopped, lying down their heads, her nose shook, and sniffed the remaining smell.

Suddenly, it twisted his head, opened his mouth, and made a hoarse roar at the monsters behind.

The monsters behind the team heard the roar, and the speed of chase accelerated again ...

On the other.

Weiming hugged the long knife in front of her chest, and frowned slightly, seemed to feel something.

Under her feet, Xiao Jinpeng pulled his head and fanned his wings weakly.

The yellow skirt female immortal stopped and turned around, "Wei Ming Taoist, Xiao Kunpeng ..."

"It is the real core of the secret state."

Looking at Wei Ming's eyes, Xiao Jinpeng also mentioned a bit of spirit.

With her voice falling, the gray mist covering the three people was weird. After a few minutes of the hour, the gray mist retreated to both sides like the open curtain, and the scene in front of the eyes suddenly opened up. It was no longer a monotonous gray mist, but a huge square square.

There are four giant statues of tens of thousands of feet standing on the edge of the square. The periphery of the square is nothing, and the entire square is like a closed disc floating in the void.

Standing at the center of the square, they are as small as ants.

"Sister Cai Wei, what's here ..." Xiao Jinpeng turned his head and looked at him with curiosity.

The yellow skirt female Xianzun smiled, her index finger fingers, and they motioned them to look up.

Weiming and Xiao Jinpeng started. At the top of the square, there was a layer of opaque substances, just like the organ of unknown creatures. The scarlet meridians that were staggered on the surface were still beating rhythmically.

The eyes of the two gradually opened, and they could not help but have an incredible guess.

This square is actually in the body of the creature in the body of a organism, and even the whole secret.

The yellow skirt nodded, affirming their conjecture, "Yes, the entire core area is actually in a creature."

"Lifting, what is the huge of this creature?" Xiao Jinpeng only felt dry throat.

"I don't know, anyway, it is very big." The yellow skirt girl smiled mysteriously, opened her arms, leaned back, her expression became extremely enthusiastic, and even a little crazy: "His Majesty's means, can it be my generation? Fanfu vulgar can imagine. "

At the moment, the fairy, which was still elegant, suddenly turned into the appearance of these mad believers at this moment.

Xiao Jinpeng was dazzling, and Wei Ming was expressionless.

After half a minute.

The emotional emotions of the yellow skirt resumed calm, "Sorry, I'm out of mind."

"Cai Wei Daoyou, let's call you like this." Weiming hugged the long knife, stared at the yellow skirt, and his eyes were like a knife. He asked: "You should not be from the veins of the priest. "" "

The Yellow Skirted Immortal was slightly stunned, then smiled and nodded, "Yes, the High Priest and I are not from the same lineage."

"My ancestor was the commander of the personal guards under His Majesty the Human Emperor."

"Then what is your purpose here?" Wei Ming asked.

"Of course, it is to welcome back that great being." The Yellow Skirted Immortal's eyes were burning, and her expression was extremely pious.

Wei Ming could no longer remain calm after hearing this, and her voice trembled a little: "You mean, that His Majesty has returned?"

Her parents were the two Wei Ming people who guarded the Human Emperor back then.

At that time, not long after she was born, she was still ignorant and was sealed by her parents. She was not released until more than 100,000 years ago.

For more than 100,000 years, she has been looking for her parents all the time, wanting to ask them in person why they cruelly left her alone.

If she could really meet that person, she would definitely get the answer.

"Daoyou Weiming, follow me and you will know." The Yellow Skirt Female Immortal Venerable did not directly answer Weiming's question, but walked towards the heroic statue holding a halberd and looking up at the sky in the southwest corner of the square.

Little Golden Peng flapped its wings, carried Weiming on its back, and followed behind her.

The Yellow Skirt Female Immortal Venerable came to the statue and stood still, taking out a palm-sized blood-red jade box from the storage magic weapon.

The jade box was densely covered with restrictions, layer upon layer. Once it was taken out, it pressed the surrounding void and twisted it continuously, as if it would collapse at any time.

The Yellow Skirt Female Immortal Venerable held the jade box in one hand and pinched the seal with the other hand, constantly hitting the extremely mysterious Dao runes into the jade box.

Kakaka --

With each Dao rune she hit, the restrictions on the surface of the jade box were broken.

After repeating 7749 times.

As the last barrier of the jade box was broken, the jade box opened automatically, and a drop of jade-like blood emerged from the jade box, shining brightly for a moment, illuminating every corner of the square.

The terrifying pressure was centered on the blood and filled the entire venue.

Under this pressure, Xiao Jinpeng could no longer keep flying, and fell to the ground with a "ka".

"Emperor power... Immortal Emperor blood..." Wei Ming said in surprise.

"Yes, this is the blood left by my ancestor." The yellow skirt female immortal took a deep breath, looked up and watched the Immortal Emperor's blood fly to the statue and merge into the statue's eyebrows.

Buzz --

After the blood was merged, the statue seemed to come alive and trembled violently.

Stone chips fell one after another.

The statue suddenly opened its eyes, and two beams of scarlet light burst out from its eyes, shooting directly at the opaque fluid material on the top of its head, blasting a large hole with a diameter of more than ten meters.

In the large hole, thick white fog surged, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"Follow me..." The yellow skirted female fairy called out, turned into a stream of light, soared into the sky, and instantly sank into the big cave.

Seeing that the cave entrance was healing quickly.

Wei Ming patted Xiao Jinpeng's head: "Let's follow."

Xiao Jinpeng did not hesitate, turned into a golden light, and sank into it.

After a few breaths.

The cave entrance closed, and the square returned to silence...

Xiao Jinpeng and Wei Ming felt like they were plunged into the river, their bodies uncontrollably drifting down the river, surrounded by fog, nothing could be seen clearly, nothing could be felt, and they didn't know how long it had passed.

Accompanied by a lightness of the body.

Grounded.

They opened their eyes, and what came into view was a river flowing to an unknown direction.

On the other side of the river, stood a green lotus that blocked out the sky.

At the top of the green lotus, there was a throne made of chaotic energy floating on the ground. A majestic figure sat on the throne. Due to the cover of the chaotic energy, they could not see the man's face, but they could clearly feel the powerful aura he exuded.

The eyes of the yellow-skirted female immortal were wide open, and her pupils were trembling.

Wei Ming, who was standing on the top of Xiao Jinpeng, was also stunned and speechless.

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