The ugly girl wants to be promoted to immortal

Chapter 96
"Leng Yun, don't pretend any more. Someone from the Baihua sect saw with your own eyes that you went to see the head of Qi before he died. Who else would it be if you didn't kill him?" Huang Fan said angrily, his eyes turned cold.

"I'll say it again for the last time. I didn't kill people. I never cover up when I kill people. What's more, I Leng Yun only kills people who deserve to be killed. Qi Bo and Hu Zheng are just tools you use. Who killed them? Everyone knew it well." Leng Yun finished speaking grandly, looked around everyone again, his cold eyes were full of murderous intent: "If you are obsessed with obsession and are willing to work for Huang Fan, I don't mind killing a few more people."

"This... I'm just looking at the Burning Gate for fun. We don't have anything to do here. Let's take a step first." A middle-aged man in his forties rolled his eyes and led the people behind him into the nearby hall Disappear.

"We're just here to experience the power of the Demon Emperor's Palace, so let's take a step first."

"Wait for us..."

Most people left with high-sounding reasons, but no one really left. Instead, they went to the golden palace or the secret room inside. The palace sank into the ground, and many palaces were separated or blocked, so if you really want to find some treasures back, it will take some time and effort.

The rest of the people probably just stayed with the mentality of watching the excitement, or they were going to wait for others to get the treasure and then take it back without any effort.

"You..." Huang Fan was speechless for a moment as he watched everyone leave. He didn't expect these people to do this. Finally, he changed his mind and turned his attention to Monk Pu Zhen.

I don't know what the two of them said through voice transmission, they seemed to have reached a consensus, they nodded at each other, and they looked like they were going to attack Leng Yun.

Although Monk Puzhen has the name of a master, Anle Temple is also a pure place to save all living beings in the eyes of everyone, but what people in the world don't understand is that desire is more important than everything else. Even if they already have enough, they still hope to have more. Just like the Demon Emperor Sword, winning the sword equals winning the world.

"Leng Yun, let's settle the grievances between us today." Huang Fan looked at Leng Yun proudly, with a cold smile across his mouth.

Leng Yun just glanced at Huang Fan indifferently, his eyes were full of disdain, he Leng Yun never spared his life, even if he cared, it was only for one person.

The quiet sound of the flute sounded from the Golden Palace, the sound of the flute was intoxicating, as if it was only played for someone, but it was a pity that it became a tool for killing in the ears of some people.

"What's going on here? The flute seems to have magical powers." The people in the Golden Temple blocked their ears vigorously, but they still couldn't bear the splitting headache and shouted crazily.

Leng Yun didn't pay attention to anyone, and as his tone got higher and higher, people with weak internal strength fought each other as if possessed by a demon.

Konjac stood behind Leng Yun, her fingertips tightly grasping the corner of Leng Yun's clothes, her face looked ugly, she never thought that the sound of the flute, which Leng Yun always played very nicely, could kill people, It can control hidden weapons, summon snakes, and control people's minds.

Leng Yun slowly stopped playing the flute, but he saw corpses everywhere, and the golden hall was filled with a thick smell of blood.Although Huang Fan and the few elders behind him were fine, their complexions were not good-looking, as if they had suffered a lot of internal injuries. Apart from Monk Pu Zhen, there were a few other people in the Golden Palace who seemed to be living in peace, and were not greatly affected by the sound of the flute. .

Leng Yun turned around and glanced at Konjac, seeming to be comforting, with a soft expression like water.

"Leng Yun, I didn't expect you to know sorcery. Today I'm going to eliminate harm for the people." Huang Fan held his breath, and spoke in a high-sounding manner.

"Hehe, then tell me what is not magic. If I stand here and wait for you to kill, wouldn't it be called magic?" Leng Yun sneered, with sarcasm, but the flute in his hand was held by him. A little tighter.

At this moment, Cui Li ran back, his face paled with panic, as if someone was chasing him behind him.

Leng Yun frowned and turned around to look, only to see Yelang and Zhu'er following again, it seemed that Cui Li brought them here on purpose.

"There are a lot of people, but we only want the Yaohuang Sword and the flute, and you can do whatever you want with the rest." Spider said with a seductive face.

"So, the Demon Emperor Sword is really in Leng Yun's hands?" Huang Fan asked in surprise, pretending not to know the two of them.

"It's not in Leng Yun's hands, but in the ugly woman's place behind him. I just don't know where they are hiding." Zhu'er gave Konjac a faint look, gloating.

Leng Yun's expression remained calm, and he laughed inexplicably: "You all want the Demon Emperor Sword, so who should you give it to?"

"Amitabha, the Demon Emperor Sword is too demonic. Only by placing it in Anle Temple can we prevent it from causing harm to the world, so I will naturally take it away." Monk Pu Zhen said with kindness in his heart.

"Old monk, don't be alarmist here. You Anle Temple is nothing more than wanting to keep it for yourself. The Yaohuang Sword is originally an artifact of the demon world. No matter how much you earn it, it will not be your turn." Yelang glared at Monk Puzhen , with murderous intent everywhere.

"Okay, then I'll give it to you, and you can divide it yourself." Leng Yun smiled lightly, and with a wave of his hand, the Yaohuang Sword emerged from the void, and the dazzling golden light flashed everyone's eyes. , Leng Yun slashed down with his sword, but heard a scream, and someone lay down on the ground.

"Master Huang is dead, killed by Leng Yun..." Someone yelled out in disbelief.

Seeing that Yelang, Zhu'er, and Monk Puzhen were guarding him all the time, Leng Yun threw the sword into the void, took advantage of everyone's plan to grab the sword, and flew to the top of the hall with the konjac to escape.

"Jin'er, let's go too." Nangong Qinghe glanced at Nangong Jin and shouted impatiently.

"Leng Yun, hurry up and let go, we've already run a long way." Konjac stopped panting, as if he couldn't walk anymore.

Seeing Konjac stop, Leng Yun leaned against a big tree to rest, a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, and his face paled a lot in an instant.

"Leng Yun, what's wrong with you?" Konjac got up nervously, and then helped Leng Yun to sit down, his eyes were full of worry.

"Pu Zhen's technique is really special, and it can resist the magic of the sound of the flute." Leng Yun closed his eyes slightly, looking very tired.

"Then...then are you injured?" Konjac wiped the sweat off his forehead for Leng Yun, and his voice became stammered.

Leng Yun slowly opened his eyes, leaned his head on Konjac's embrace, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Why are you so nervous, your palms are sweaty."

"I don't have it, it's just hot." Konjac turned his head away, not daring to look at Leng Yun again.

Leng Yun pinched Konjac's chin, forced her to look at him, bowed her head and kissed her.

(End of this chapter)