Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 141

The time returned to half a quarter of an hour ago.

In Qinzhou City, there are spring and autumn halls and pavilions.

The steward went upstairs respectfully, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, it has begun."

The figure standing next to the pavilion seems to be dozing off, open or closed.

After hearing this, he hummed lightly, without turning his head, he said: "What about the whereabouts of that girl from the Song family?"

The steward looked distressed and ashamed: "The demon girl of the Demon Sect has treacherous movements, and the little ones are powerless, so please forgive me."

The atmosphere seemed stagnant.

The steward was sweating on his forehead, and his body began to tremble.

Unexpectedly, after a moment of silence, the Second Highness suddenly smiled, tilted his head slightly, and said in a gentle and authentic tone:
"Little Saint Fang is hiding her secrets, it's normal for you to be helpless, that's all, left and right are just a little girl's film, let him go."

The steward felt relieved, and immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your forgiveness."

His Highness was about to speak, when a voice sounded faintly:
"The Second Highness can forgive me, but I don't want to."

The steward looked astonished and subconsciously turned around.

Immediately the soul flew out of the sky.

The little saintess of the Mozong was sitting on the beam, swinging her calf unsteadily.

I saw Fang Xirou looking at the Second Highness with a smile that was not a smile, "The Second Highness came from a long way, I don't know why?"

His Highness the Second Highness smiled slightly, and looked directly at Fang Xirou: "Everything that my Dajing sun and moon shine on is the territory of the Xiahou Clan, and this king can't go anywhere."

Fang Xirou deeply believed it, but frost gradually rose on her face: "Where Your Highness wants to go and why, it has nothing to do with me, but you should never, never provoke this lady."

After a little silence, the Second Highness clasped his fists and bowed: "Xiao Wang offended me earlier, and I hope that Saintess Fang will forgive me."

Fang Xirou sighed softly, shook his head and said, "There's no way, you can't live by doing your own crimes."

His Highness froze, and a hint of panic finally appeared on his silent face.

Although he has a cultivation level, he is still stuck in the half-step Qingdan due to mental barriers.

Facing Fang Xirou is like hitting a stone with an egg.

His eyes were burning, and he said coldly: "Do you know who is behind this king?"

Fang Xirou chuckled, clasped her white teeth with her slender fingers, and her coquettish face seemed to have evil charm and playfulness, "Since Your Highness has a close relationship with Yunxiao, it is naturally inextricably related to the existence above Yunxiao."

His Highness's face softened, and he secretly gave the steward a look, signaling him to cover.

But he snorted coldly: "Since this is the case, if the Mozong still wants to linger on, he should keep his own place. Otherwise, even if Xuanzong doesn't deal with you, Yunxiao Shangzong will not be able to forgive you."

Fang Xirou stared at him for a moment, then sighed quietly, and snorted lightly: "They are all surnamed Xiahou, why are there always people who can't figure it out?"

Her gaze gradually became colder, and her breath dispersed quietly.

Covered the entire Spring and Autumn Hall.

His Highness's complexion changed, and he said sternly, "Fang Shengnv really doesn't want to let it go?"

Fang Xirou covered her mouth and smiled, "What do you think?"

Seeing that Fang Xirou had no room for discussion, His Highness jumped off the building decisively.

The figure jumped high, leaped in the air, and fell quickly.

At the right time, Jianyin trembled slightly.

Jiuqiuyue swished out.

Return with blood.

Immediately, there was a bang.

It seemed that something heavy had fallen to the ground.

The Second Highness smashed the ground on the street with his eyes fixed on him.

Passers-by scattered around like birds and beasts, panicked.

Only a woman in white leaned over to wipe the blood.

It wasn't his own blood that was wiped.

It was the blood of the Second Highness who died with regret.

Fang Xirou floated down, stared at the newly recruited lover, and said softly: "Let's go, and say goodbye to your father."

The girl raised her head, revealing a resolute and stubborn face.

If it's not Song Zhuowen, who else is it?

I saw her dipped in blood and dabbed it on her white clothes.

In a short time, the white clothes were stained with blood.

She looked up, and a bright smile crossed her face:
"No, saving him just now is a farewell."

Fang Xirou nodded slightly, and looked at the blood-stained white robe, a trace of pity wiped from the deepest part of her eyes.

No one knows how much pain this woman hides deep in her heart.

Even Xia Houchun was deceived by her shyness and gentleness.

But Fang Xirou likes her ruthlessly, stubbornly and devilishly.

Fang Xirou patted Song Zhuowen's head lightly, and said softly: "In that case, follow me back to the ancestral hall."

The ancestral hall is the Saintess Temple.

Now the position of the Demon Lord is vacant, and the five elders are hidden from the world, and the Saintess Temple is the heart of the Demon Sect.

At the time when the Demon Sect was at its strongest, its status was comparable to that of the Ziwei Palace on Tiandu Peak.

Suddenly, a roar came from the gate tower.

The right time is the time when Xia Houchun and Xiao Shilong are fighting.

Song Zhuowen stared at the direction of the tower, with engraved resentment and killing intent in his eyes:
"It's him!!"

She raised her head, and there seemed to be endless blood and hatred in her eyes, and she said word by word:
"Senior sister, this person killed my mother, I want to kill him before leaving!"

Fang Xirou looked sideways at the gate tower.

She sensed the aura of Xia Houchun and the others, and knew that with a few of them around, that hero from the Xiao family would definitely be unable to escape.

After pondering for a while, she thought to herself that if this is the case, then this girl's entanglement of grievances and resentments will be completely broken.

It can also be regarded as helping her cut the line of cause and effect.

"Alright!"

Immediately, Fang Xirou rolled up Song Zhuowen and swept towards the city gate.

The crowd gradually gathered around, and when they were commenting on this horrific corpse, a gust of wind blew past.

The body disappeared without a trace.

Spring and Autumn Hall, in the ten-zhang underground cave.

There are nine hundred soul lamps scattered all around, densely packed, innumerable.

Each soul lamp represents an undead.

The undead above Qingdan.

And the corpse of the Second Highness was lying on a certain jade bed.

Surrounded by the soul lamp, it forms a lotus petal shape, which seems to be drawn by an air mechanism, connecting continuously.

And as the soul lamp got deeper, the breath became stronger.

Especially the more than ten soul lamps closest to the corpse, almost all have the breath of a real person!
In the middle of the dozen or so soul lamps, there are three main lamps.

The breath is deep and ethereal, unfathomable.

At the same time, beside the bed, there were three real peaks who were casting spells to summon souls.

Looking at its secret method, it seems that it is not a Taoist secret technique.

But its face and decoration are Taoist costumes.

Suddenly, a whistling wind sounded.

The soul wind blew in, and the lights fluttered and swayed.

It seems that it will go out at any time.

As the wind became more and more severe, the lights kept flickering.

For a moment, there were ghosts crying and wolves howling underground.

When the wailing sound reached its peak, the three main lamps snapped.

One went out.

A grunt sounded.

One of the three collapsed limply, and his breath fell into dead silence for an instant.

The other two turned a deaf ear to it, they made formulas in their hands, and flew quickly.

Between breaths, he unleashed nearly a thousand secret techniques.

When reaching a certain climax, mutations emerge suddenly.

I saw a ray of light pouring in, heading straight for the corpse.

The faces of the remaining two people suddenly became ferocious, and a majestic and hoarse hiss sounded:
"Bold!!"

A light laugh resounded.

"Don't you all know that this Dongjing belongs to my Xuanzong?"

As soon as the words fell, the light burst out instantly.

The entire cave was overwhelmed by Wang Yang's sword intent.

Swish swish.

Countless soul lamps were directly extinguished by the sword like water.

Only the last main lamp is still gritted its teeth.

As for the remaining two, they had already been chopped into minced meat by the sword intent.

Strangely, the body of the Second Highness was unharmed.

Snapped.

The last main light also went out.

The cave was completely dead silent.

I don't know how long has passed.

In the completely dark cave, there seems to be a subtle soul fire quietly rekindled.

At the same time, in Qianqiu Temple, the eastern capital, hundreds of miles away.

The temple master held the Dao scroll and raised his eyes.

He muttered to himself, "How can you allow others to sleep soundly on the side of the couch."

(End of this chapter)