Shenzhou Town Demon Records

Chapter 158

The sound of the soul-destroying curse had been personally experienced in Zhen'ao Mansion the day before yesterday, but the momentum this time was far beyond what Shen Tuli could match.

Mu Yun only felt that the words pierced his ears, the sound pierced his heart, echo after echo, and the oppression came from all directions, making his blood all over his body swell like a boil.

But when he heard the third word "An", it was hard to resist the life-threatening sound, blood overflowed from Muyun's ears and nose, and Yu Bingru had already closed his eyes, shaking like leaves in the wind.

Mu Yun wanted to step forward to help, but he couldn't do it. In desperation, he suddenly heard the solemn voice of praise: "Nan Wu Sa Duo Nan. San Miao San Boduo. Ju Di Nan. Nephew him. Om. Zhe The ruthless master is ruthless. Zhunti. Sapoha."

The sound of chanting is as straight as the heavenly Buddha crossing the world and raining down on the world. The compassionate and peaceful atmosphere dissipates the boundless hostility of the life-seeking magic sound.

Mu Yun's consciousness cleared up, and he hurriedly stepped forward to hug Yu Bingru, the magic sound chants were already deaf, and there was only affection in his eyes.

The sun was shining for a moment, but Wen Shenxiong approached, and said in a condescending voice: "The situation will be here, and the Seven Swords of China should have a showdown."

Di Cangqiong stood with his hands behind his back, and sighed softly: "You and I should both know that the so-called Seven Swords of Shenzhou is just a deliberate effort by someone with a heart, and those who are willing to take advantage of it are not delusional?"

There was a moment of silence in the arena, but a cold sneer was heard: "Since the situation has been fiddled with, only the leader of the Seven Swords can see through the mystery and find out, and I will do my part."

Compassion appeared on Di Cangqiong's face, and Xiao Suo said, "People in the world are foolish and self-conscious, and even those who are as outstanding as the Sword Emperor of the Western Borders also fall into it. It's really sad."

As soon as the words fell, only the three-foot green front was shining brightly against the sun, and the sound of jade vibrating gold was as sharp as a sword's edge, but it was as powerful as the sky: "It's sad or not, success or failure is determined by itself, and I will be here today." Use the sky to pave the way, and cast my eternal hero."

The Sword Art Museum in Pingliang City has been closed to thank guests since the birthday banquet. Seeing that every household has been immersed in the joyous atmosphere of the approaching New Year, it faintly reveals a sense of decadence and desertion.

The owner of the museum, Xing Zhenliang, has always donated righteousness and donated money, and his reputation as a benevolent man has spread far and wide, so during this period of time, many enthusiastic people from the world and even the market have come to inquire.It's a pity that without exception, they were all rejected, and only got a polite reply: "The owner of the museum is ill, and I hope Haihan."

At dawn, I saw a figure dressed as a maid kneeling upright outside the door of Xing Zhenliang's room, holding a mahogany tray aloft with immature arms, with a tureen on it, and a little bit of heat radiating from it.

After all, the little maid was young and weak, and she seemed to be kneeling for a while, her tender face was already wet with sweat mixed with tears.But she still held back her grief, and begged in a low voice: "Master, it's all my fault, you can beat me, scold me and kick me out, but please drink the medicine first."

Seeing that there was still no response from the room door, the little girl Xiuxiu finally couldn't hold on any longer, and emotions such as grief, fear, grievance, and self-blame came all at once. She shook her little body and murmured: " Miss... Xiuxiu is sorry for you, only the next life... I will repay you in the next life."

After finishing speaking, Xiuxiu carefully put down the tray, then stood up with difficulty, wiped away her tears and mourned: "Master, Xiuxiu knows that she has sinned deeply, and this life will be returned to the Sword Art Museum today. If the master can get better, and the young lady is fine, Xiu Xiu will be satisfied."

Tears poured down her face as she spoke, and as soon as Xiu Xiu gritted her teeth, she slammed into the nearby stone table. There was a loud bang in her head, but she was still puzzled before her consciousness became blurred—how did this black and white impermanence come so quickly? ?

Finally, a low cough came from the silent room, and a slightly tired voice whispered: "You are finally here."

There was a slight silence in the courtyard, and then there was only a sigh and a smile: "Who else is qualified to come besides me?"

As soon as the voice fell, the door opened suddenly, and the visitor had already stepped into Xing Zhenliang's room.But seeing him wearing a pitch-black burqa, a hood of the same color, and even wearing black gloves on his hands, he seemed very dark and mysterious.

He saw that Xing Zhenliang was sitting on the couch, he didn't look sick at all, then the visitor nodded slightly and said: "You are fine, it's a pity that such a loyal servant is only thinking of you, how can you bear to see her die? "

Xing Zhenliang looked at the sky with his eyes, and he said hesitantly: "That unfilial girl made up her mind to elope with a wild man, and then ordered this lowly maid to disturb my quietness all day long. I have not beaten her, and I have already tolerated it in every possible way."

The visitor was silent for a while, then lowered his head and coughed, "I would like to sincerely apologize to you for the matter of Xian Yu. If it wasn't for the official acting too aggressively, she probably wouldn't be like this."

Xing Zhenliang's expression darkened, he closed his eyes and sighed: "That girl is originally an official, but... that's all, it's okay to say what your purpose is here."

The visitor raised his head, and said with a light snort, "This question, old friend, confuses me. Could it be that you have forgotten your mission?"

Xing Zhenliang shook his head slowly and said: "Of course I will not forget, but the time is not right, even if I have the intention, it will be in vain."

The visitor seemed to be at a standstill, frowning and said in a low voice: "Kunlun Xuantie, Tianshan Handuan, Senluo Mingjing, Huohaidiyan are all ready, but the person who cooperates with you is now in the world at this time, this is exactly Jiutian The ten lands protect our family, but you, old friend, shirk it with the timing of the heavens, isn't this suspicious?"

After hearing this, Xing Zhenliang said with a smile: "Since you don't believe me, why bother to plan and raise money? If there is a capable person in the Jingu Temple to replace me, I will naturally be willing to let the virtuous, old friend report the truth to the Secretary of the State."

The sonorous words were so loud that the visitor was speechless for a moment, and then smiled wryly for a moment: "Forget it, since my old friend has made up his mind, I will report to the Secretary of the State, and then I will do my best to plan for you."

Xing Zhenliang looked pale, but he sighed and said, "Even if the State Secretary has the ability to predict gods and ghosts, how can human beings predict the time of day? If the nine heavens and ten earths really protect our family, I will definitely fulfill my mission resolutely."

The visitor said with a deep smile: "It's nothing to worry about, old friend, you just need to rest assured and prepare, and the Guosi will find the right time for you. Heh... my family has stood against the sky, what can the right time do to me?"

Xing Zhenliang gathered his eyebrows together, and after a while he said lightly: "My old friend is right. Since our clan has stood against the sky, we should have the ambition to fight against the sky. I, Mu Chong, sincerely pray here and wait for the country's secretary to show up again." World gods can."

On the Taihang River in the east of the river, on the top of the residual wind, two figures stand outstandingly.

At the moment of sunrise, it was full of clear brilliance, and only heard a soft sigh: "Is it too early to choose to join the WTO?"

After a slight pause, he heard Qing Ya's voice say leisurely: "Dark clouds have risen in the western border, if you don't move now, when will you wait?"

After hesitating for a moment, he finally heard a smile and said, "If that's the case, let's see if the destiny favors me to seal the border with sword."

A touch of confidence flashed across the peerless face, only Yu Qinglie said in a dragon voice: "Who is the hero of Xiao Bahuang? Ask the sky, can you dare to be an enemy?"

　At the end of this volume, I recommend a piece of background music "Ni Lin Xuan Disaster Sweeps China".

　　

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