Grab a master as a husband

Chapter 122 Bagua Yin-Yang Mirror

This sword light was like breaking the sky and the earth, and it directly tore a hole in the formation that bound Qingli's people.

"Master! It's the master who is here!" Qingli had already felt the aura of white light from the familiar sword aura, and it was his master who left Chen in the cold!

Dressed in a white gown, he was domineering and imposing. The cold Chen who appeared at this time was undoubtedly like a god of war, majestic and majestic, and Qingli immediately became short of breath when he saw it.

"Let's go! Now is not the time to talk!" Leng Luochen shouted in a low voice, flicked his sleeve with his left hand, hugged Qingli, and at the same time led Lin Feifan, and rushed out of the formation in a blink of an eye. Bring the two out.

Qingli felt the embrace that had been absent for a year again, it was still so warm and powerful.

In the past year, because I have been practicing in Feiyuxuan, on weekdays, I only followed the previous regulations. Every time Leng Luochen came to teach himself in the middle of the night, he always kept a cold face, and when he finished teaching in a serious manner, he would just walk away, and he didn't give any attention at all. Qing stays away from any chance of approaching molestation.

Qingli naturally leaned against Leng Luochen's chest, raised her head, her pair of beautiful eyes stared closely at Leng Luochen's handsome face, but because of this angle, she couldn't see the whole thing.

When she was depressed, Qingli already felt that her feet were on the ground. This time, there was another person in front of her. The figure was as graceful as a fairy, and Qingli felt obsessed, as if in her own world, only Get off him!
When Lin Feifei heard Qingli calling Master, he immediately reacted, hurried forward and bowed in salute, clasped his fists and said, "Junior Sword Master Lin Feifan, pay homage to Your Majesty."

"Okay! Thank you for protecting Qingli." Maybe it was because of Lin Feifan's brave performance just now, otherwise, with Leng Luochen's status and temper, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have to say this sentence.

When Lin Feifan saw the high-ranking headmaster of Tianji sect, he would actually talk to himself. His excitement was beyond words, and he bowed in awe and said, "It is the duty of the younger generation to protect Miss Qing. It is the responsibility of the younger generation. of."

Even though Leng Luochen and Lin Feifan don't seem to have much age difference in appearance, but in fact, Lin Feifan is just a fledgling, only 30 to 400 years old.But Leng Luochen was different. He had been fighting with Mozun Qianqiuyun for three to four hundred years.

Even Lin Feifan's master, standing in front of Leng Luochen, would call himself a "junior".

Leng Luochen waved his hands calmly, looked at the sarcophagus in front of him expressionlessly, and said calmly: "Zhao Huan, you dare to attack my disciple today, do you want to come out and explain to me?"

It was just an indifferent sentence, but it seemed to be supreme, and it became like an order, revealing a domineering meaning, "If you don't come out, then please come out."

"Master, this Zhao Huan is the anti-king? After so many years, could it be that he..." Qingli had doubts in his heart, but it was difficult to ask. If this Zhao Huan is really the anti-king, he is really too powerful.Trapped in the battle, even Tiger Demon King Ah Hu was helpless.

"Oh, this girl's first tomb robbery attracted all the masters out. It's a complete failure." Qingli was a little frustrated. If it wasn't for her master, the situation would have been critical.After all, Zhao Huan is an old antique, and ordinary cultivators are really no match.

Leng Luochen shook his head and said, "It can be said to be dead, or it can be said to be alive..."

Qingli didn't understand, and wanted to ask clearly, but at the same time, the sarcophagus began to tremble violently.

"Haunted?" Although Master Leng Luochen was standing in front of him, Qingli's face turned pale when he thought of seeing a powerful ghost, and his mood would never get better.

After the sarcophagus trembled violently, the heavy coffin lid began to make harsh and thick friction sounds, which turned out to be opening the coffin lid.

Ke Ke, the little fox in Qingli's arms, was trembling, especially when he felt the breath coming out, he almost found a place to hide.

"This..." There was a burst of cold breath, which had a rotten and evil feeling. The dark breath made Qingli feel a chill coming from his back.

Leng Luochen looked at the sarcophagus in front of him calmly, as if he was waiting for the other party to open it.

After a while, the heavy sarcophagus finally fell to the ground, shaking the entire ground.

"Jie Jie..." A gloomy strange cry came from the sarcophagus, and the sound echoed continuously in the tomb, making Qingli feel a little dizzy.

"It's so scary!" Qing Li looked at the side of the coffin in a daze, a skinny hand stretched out, like dry wood, and climbed the edge of the coffin, trying to get up.

"Not a ghost?" Qingli was taken aback when he saw it, and he didn't expect to see such a scene. In this way, the other party is not a ghost, so why would his master say that Zhao Huan can be said to be dead? Is it alive?

At this time, the whole person of the other party had appeared in front of Qingli's people, and a rotten aura rushed over.

Qingli saw that the other party was wearing a yellow dragon robe, but his face was as thin as a skeleton, skinny and bony, with a crown on his head, his appearance looked extremely terrifying.

She was very scared, and couldn't help but want to back away, but she felt a strong aura, which permeated at the same time, blocking the decaying aura.

"Zhao Huan, you are too petty. As soon as you come out, you want to give my disciple and this junior a blow. It's no wonder that you have only dared to hide in this dark ancient tomb for so many years. "Leng Luochen's eyes flashed with sharpness, he snorted coldly, and looked at the other party, it turned out to be an acquaintance.

"Ha..." The Anti-Wang Zhao Huan opened his empty eyes like ghostly will-o'-the-wisps, opened his shriveled lips, and exhaled a foul-smelling breath.

"Leng Luochen..." Zhao Huan spoke directly, and then said the name of Leng Luochen, and the rotten breath on his body turned into streaks of black smoke.

"This...this is not a human...this is a zombie!" Standing behind Leng Luochen, Qingli secretly looked at him carefully, and after seeing clearly, he suddenly felt like vomiting.

The word "zombie" immediately appeared in her mind, but she thought that in this world, there should be no such thing as "zombie".

The corner of Leng Luochen's mouth raised a touch of disdain, "For so many years, I have been trying to kill you. But I never thought of hiding in this dark place. Now I have turned myself into a corpse repairer, who is neither human nor ghost. If not My disciple opened your lair by chance, I am afraid you are still reluctant to open your coffin?"

Zhao Huan's voice seemed a little hollow and stiff, but it could be seen that he looked at Leng Luochen with hatred, "Leng Luochen, if it wasn't for your appearance, I would have already become emperor!"

Qingli listened quietly at the side, but was taken aback. He didn't expect that what he thought was just an ordinary anti-king in the world turned out to be such a powerful old monster. The real reason for failure!
Leng Luochen said indifferently: "If you hadn't acted against the law back then, in order to become emperor, you sacrificed the blood of many soldiers, so unconscionable. How could I interfere with secular affairs. But you, as a cultivator, poisoned the world! If it weren't for you There are some means of escape, how could this deity let you live until now?"

"Leng Luochen, once they are successful, they will be exhausted. They have dedicated themselves to the battlefield for me. Why not? You are nothing more than meddling in your own business! Today you are just a clone, and you are here for me. Give nourishment, haha! I am worried that this kid is too weak, now this clone of yours should be enough!" Fanwang Zhao Huan was moody, originally said that he was very angry at the beginning, but now he sees through the coldness of Chen. A pair of empty pupils, on the contrary, bloomed with light.

"What? Master's avatar?" Qingli Shui Lingling's big eyes widened. Today, he really gained knowledge. For the first time, he knew this world.Doesn't that mean that there are two masters?
Lin Feifan on the side really looked at Leng Luochen's white shirt, admiring him endlessly.

It was only at this time that Qingli realized why Lin Feifan's clothes looked familiar at first, and it turned out that he was imitating his master!It seems that his master has always been his idol.

"Hee hee, my master is amazing!" Qing Li immediately felt a sense of pride and was extremely happy.

Leng Luochen didn't want to talk nonsense with Zhao Huan, and said calmly: "If you have the ability to take away my clone, I don't have any complaints. However, the deity is standing here today, you just come up and try it." .”

"This..." Seeing Leng Luochen's confident appearance, Zhao Huan was clearly confident, and suddenly he had no idea, but he soon had another idea, and laughed: "Jie Jie, Leng Luochen, you don't have to do this Make a show. If the avatar can display the strength of your deity, it is already amazing. Today, you are all going to die, Jie Jie..."

I saw Zhao Huan's skinny palm in the depths of his hand, with the palm down, and stretched out his hand to grab it. The light from the Yin-Yang Tai Chi Bagua Formation on the ground was constantly converging, gradually turning into a beam of light, and falling on his hand.

"This is..." Leng Luochen felt the pure fairy artifact on it, but he didn't understand what kind of fairy artifact it was that would make Zhao Huan's scheming anti-king, when facing himself, Have nothing to fear?

Zhao Huan sneered again and again, "Leng Luochen, oh Leng Luochen, if I hadn't completely refined this celestial artifact, the Eight Diagrams Yin-Yang Mirror, how could you be jumping around? You bumped into me today, you really wanted to die!"

"Bagua Yinyang mirror?" As soon as the word "Yinyang" was mentioned, Qingli's eyes lit up immediately, staring at a mirror in the opponent's hand with interest.

Leng Luochen stretched out his hand to grab it, the light of the sword in his hand flickered, pointed at the ground with a sneer, and said with a sneer: "This is a situation of immortality, why bother talking nonsense, let's fight!"

(End of this chapter)