The hidden boss of fast time travel

Chapter 143

After three years of grievances, Mu Furong did not hesitate to strike. She is now a half-step golden core, a rare existence in the entire continent.

Sunflower will naturally not be soft on her hands. Although compared to Mu Furong, the training time is very short, but she has accumulated many years of state of mind, has a good mentality, and the golden finger given to her by the monk.

So the two fought for a long time, and there was no winner.

On the other side, the silent swordsman Qi Chenqian started to move. He suddenly got into trouble and shot cold arrows at the sunflowers in the battle.A small sword slashed towards Sunflower's vest at an extremely fast speed, but Sunflower, who was fighting Mu Furong fiercely, did not notice it at all.The monk opened his eyes without warning, raised his hand lightly, and the little sword turned around quickly and flew into the monk's hand. The originally fierce white light sword shattered into dots of starlight and dissipated in the air.

Qi Chen, who was in the air, staggered and almost fell to the ground. Blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and there was unbelievable horror in his eyes.

"Amitabha!" The monk sang a Buddha, and said softly, "Hey!"

Mu Furong and Qi Chenqian seemed to have suffered a huge attack, their faces turned extremely pale, and Mu Furong seemed to be unable to bear it even more.

Sunflower, on the other hand, felt that the pressure was greatly relieved, and was about to give Mu Furong another heavy blow, when the monk said softly, "Forget it."

Her hand, which had condensed mana, immediately became limp and limp, unable to exert any strength.

Seeing that the monk had no killing intent, the two sword cultivators breathed a sigh of relief, supported each other, and fled in a hurry.

Holding the weapon, Sunflower slowly walked up to the monk, and asked suspiciously: "I can still fight again, why let them go?"

The monk pointed to her missing left hand and said, "It is not advisable to kill one thousand enemies and harm yourself by eight hundred."

Sunflower is taught, in front of powerful people, weak ghosts have no right to speak.

It's just that it is a hidden danger for the monk to let go of the two sword repairmen, and there will definitely be a big battle next.It is said that Kunlun's head is the most protective, and those two are his closed disciples. Now that they have lost face in front of the monk, Kunlun must seek justice for them.

The matter had nothing to do with the monk, and Sunflower felt sorry for it, and expressed her worry and gratitude with a embarrassed expression.

The monk listened to her quietly, smiled lightly, didn't take it seriously, and just said indifferently: "It's okay, you just need to practice hard."

He kneaded the soul of the sunflower into a small ball of light, stuffed it into the water lily in the yard, and added a barrier to her.Sunflower felt very comfortable, full of aura, and a steady stream of power filled her limbs and bones, and the faint lotus fragrance made her feel drowsy.

Sunflower fell asleep again, and fell into another dream in a trance.

It was still the dream before.

It's still a storm, it's still a cliff among the mountains, it's still a little red fox picking a white flower.

Similarly, it still fell off the cliff and got caught by the long old pine tree.

The little fox entered the cave again, and there was a bloody smell coming out of his nostrils, densely packed with corpses of bats and insect snakes.

In the deepest part of the cave, a man was leaning against a huge dead mountain eagle. His long hair was waist-length and spread out, as if he was exhausted. He was lying and sitting tired, but he didn't look embarrassed.

Blood was all over his body, and his half-closed eyes opened silently when the little fox entered.

In the blink of an eye, the little fox was pinched in his hand, and the man smiled softly: "What a beautiful fox spirit, this king wants to lend you 500 years of cultivation to extend your life, and I will definitely thank you very much in the future."

The little fox is constantly struggling, and its entire cultivation is only 500 years old. If it is taken away by someone, it will become an ordinary fox.

"If you don't speak, I will take it as your agreement."

The man put the little red fox on his knees, stroked its head gently, and covered its eyes with a big hand. After a while, a smoky white gas escaped from the top of the little fox's head, and entered into it one by one. into the man's mouth.

The little fox's beautiful red fur became less shiny, showing signs of decay and decadence, and its eyes were not as lively as before. It seemed sleepy and fell asleep on the man's hand.

However, the man who had been a little bit slack-eyed suddenly regained his energy. With a light wave of his hand, all the animal corpses in the cave disappeared, and even the huge dead mountain sculpture seemed to have never existed.

The man held the little fox in his arms, kneaded its neck with his slender and beautiful fingers, and sighed softly: "This king owes you 500 years. From now on, you can follow me."

In a few breaths, the blood on the man's body disappeared. He was wearing a strong purple dress with gold thread trimming and embroidered cloud patterns.His fingers were a little cold, but it didn't make the little fox feel uncomfortable. Apart from his pale complexion, he was a very handsome man.

Time flies, and it is 500 again in a blink of an eye.

The little fox followed the man to his residence, not in the demon world, not in the human world.

The place where men live is called Demon Realm. There are four territories here. The man is the king of one of the more powerful territories. The demons call him King Rui.

In the eyes of humans, demons and demons are one, but in the eyes of demons, demons are just demons, alien races.

The goblin brought back by the devil is just a pet.

(End of this chapter)