Poor monk does not understand love

Chapter 425: Disciple of Han Youhuo

"Boy, I really have you." Seeing that Wang Mu was still enjoying himself, Zhong Kui was convinced.

The concoction used in this oil pot hell, not to mention the sealed prisoners and those pure souls, even a living Da Luo Jinxian like him would not be able to bear it.

Wang Mu's performance at this moment shows how tyrannical his fleshly body is.

"Come out!" Taking a light breath, Zhong Kui waved his big hand to remove the mask, then waved his hand again to force Wang Mu out.

"Take it to Zhuanlun King, I don't care about it." Looking back at the ghost messengers, Zhong Kui said unhappily. Damn Di Ting slapped him to death.

Nie Jing and Sansheng Shi couldn't see Wang Mu's past, coupled with this physical strength, Zhong Kui was at a loss, and was worried that he would really be involved in the doom of Wang Mu, a freak, and now he just returned it to King Zhuanlun, so that Let him handle it.

"Everyone, wait until I get dressed, okay?" Wang Mu smiled gently when he saw a group of ghost guards surrounding him, "It's indecent to just go out like this."

The ghost guards were stunned for a moment, and then they voluntarily moved out of the way. Wang Mu was just like that, walking past in a leisurely manner, and putting on his clothes in a leisurely manner.

If it was normal, these ghost messengers would not allow the inmates to instigate them, and they would be beaten if they said a word, but now no one dared to stop Wang Mu, and no one had any objections, they just stood there and waited for Wang Mu to get dressed.

The appearance of Wang Mu just now really frightened the group of ghost messengers. His cultivation has been sealed, but he is still not afraid of the blood-red concoction. , These little ghosts can't bear it.

Zhong Kui didn't urge him either, but just quietly waited for Wang Mu to put on his clothes, squinting his eyes, thinking about what kind of fate this kid is. what.

After getting dressed, Wang Mu followed the crowd and left. His upright figure and calm and gentle smile remained unchanged from time immemorial. Just this expression of calmness even after entering the underworld is enough to make people admire.

This side escorted Wang Mu to the shrine of the king of the wheel, and in the temple of the king of the wheel, Long Xiaoyuan and other people from the gate of hell had arrived for a while, and were negotiating with the king of the wheel in the hall.

"Young Envoy of the Gate of Hell? Haha, I'm afraid it's because of other reasons that you can become the Young Envoy of the Gate of Hell with your level of cultivation." Long Xiaoyuan said, her flat voice had a high majesty of its own.

"To tell the truth, the current head of the Hell Gate is my daughter's grandfather. My daughter is not talented, and I am grateful to my grandfather for taking care of me. That's why I became this young envoy. Don't worry, the King of Wheels, although my daughter's cultivation is not good, she will never be humiliated." Fame at the gates of hell."

Long Xiaoyuan stood up, clasped her fists in both hands, and spoke neither humble nor overbearing.

There was a smile of admiration on Zhuan Lun's handsome face. With Long Xiaoyuan's cultivation, if others saw him as the majestic Zhuan Lun King, he would have been too frightened to stand up. This woman's heart is strong enough Tough, can speak so forcefully.

"As expected of the Dragon Clan, although your bloodline is sealed, you still have this strength of character. With your courage, you won't disgrace the position of Junior Envoy." After a pause, the Wheel-Running King chuckled.

"Thank you, the Wheel-Running King!" Long Xiaoyuan raised her voice and raised her head again. She glanced at the Wheel-Running King in the golden light, and said with some hesitation, "I don't know what my friend, the Wheel-Running King, is going to do with it?"

"Uh..." The Wheel-Turning King thought for a while, "Is he from the Gate of Hell?"

"This..." Long Xiaoyuan also rolled her eyes, thinking whether she should directly lie that Wang Mu is a person from the gate of hell, so that the chances of rescuing him will be greater, but Wang Mu's identity, once he is admitted to hell The identity of the sect disciple, I am afraid that it will cause trouble for him.

"The Wheel-Turning King, Zhong Kui asks to see you!"

While thinking about it, there was a loud shout from outside the hall.

The Wheel-Running King frowned slightly, glanced outside the door and said, "Let him in."

Ever since, the Wheel-Running King dragged Wang Mu in.

Long Xiaoyuan's eyes couldn't help but light up, looking at Wang Mu who was safe and sound, her heart finally fell, and she couldn't help but gave Wang Mu a rather excited smile.

Wang Mu was not too surprised. With the influence of Hell Gate and Long Xiaoyuan's status, it is normal to know that he is here, and once she knows, she will definitely come.

The Wheel-Running King was a little surprised. He looked at Wang Mu, then his eyes fell on Zhong Kui's pale face and asked, "Why are you back again?"

Zhong Kui clasped his fists in both hands, bowed his head, wondering: "King of Turning Wheels, this kid is really strange, the little god doesn't know what to do."

"Oh?" The Wheel-Turning King became interested, first glanced at Long Xiaoyuan, then at Wang Mu and said, "What's so strange?"

Wang Mu smiled and said nothing, Zhong Kui swallowed his saliva and said: "Neijing and Sanshengshi can't see this kid's past. In addition, the little one hastily calculated, but he was injured by the shock. Also, he is both internal and external. Although The little god sealed his cultivation, but his physical strength was too strong for the frying pan hell, so I brought him back here, and waited for the King of Wheels to deal with it."

After hearing these words, the Wheel-Turning King fell silent, and the relaxed smile on his face gradually became serious.

Neither Nie Jing nor Sanshengshi can see people passing by, so they should not be underestimated.

After a moment's pause, the Wheel-Running King also raised his hand, fixed his eyes on Wang Mu, and started counting quickly with his fingers.

"Om..."

In the blink of an eye, the void in the entire hall suddenly trembled, and around the palm of the wheel-turning king, all kinds of handprints were scattered around, faintly forming a gossip, and the source of the tremor was scattered from the gossip .

Long Xiaoyuan's heart hangs again, the King of the Wheel is not comparable to Zhong Kui, if Wang Mu's past is really calculated, it will be terrible.

"Om..."

A few seconds later, the gossip in front of the Wheel-Turning King trembled again, and it was stronger than before. Inexplicably, everyone looked around, feeling that there was an invisible destructive force being born in this void, which made people fearful.

The wheel-running king's fingers stopped suddenly, and he felt it, so he didn't dare to continue counting. If the wheel-running king ended up with Zhong Kui, it would be ridiculous.

More importantly, the wheel-running king is well-informed and knows that there are some things that he cannot intervene in.

"Master Long," withdrew his palm, and the gossip formation naturally dissipated. The Wheel-Turning King suddenly smiled and looked at Long Xiaoyuan, "You just said that this person is your friend, so he should be from the gate of hell. I don't know if it's the teacher. Who's a disciple in the door?"

Long Xiaoyuan took a breath, lowered her head again, her beautiful eyes rolled over, and said, "I'm sorry I can't tell you in detail."

In a dilemma, Long Xiaoyuan had no choice but to choose this ambiguous answer.

However, upon hearing these words, a look of astonishment welled up in the eyes of the Wheel-Turning King, and his eyes slowly moved to Wang Mu's face, his expression changed a lot, and he said with a light smile, "I see, this person Could it be the disciple of Immortal Emperor Hanyouhuo? Hehe, no wonder he is so talented. Boy, although I am not a disciple of the gate of hell, I still admire Immortal Emperor Hanyouhuo, and many colleagues in this underworld are Hanyouhuo If you think about it, this king is half a disciple of the gate of hell, so I should be your senior brother."

Wang Mu grinned and was stunned. He is indeed a wheel-turning king. This thinking ability is really good enough!

But he said in his heart, Han Youhuo, that old bastard, will only do everything possible to kill his brother when he sees him, and return him as an apprentice!
Even though he thought so, Wang Mu didn't say it clearly.

Long Xiaoyuan was also stunned. She didn't expect that the wheel-turning king would think so, so she had to smile embarrassingly and acquiesce.

"Hehe, since we are a family, let's forget about it, go back, and say hello to the Immortal Emperor for me." Looking at Wang Mu and Long Xiaoyuan, the King of Wheels became more and more friendly.

After finishing speaking, he casually raised his hand and struck out a palm, and saw a golden talisman lightly penetrated into Wang Mu's body, and then, the golden-red talisman that wrapped Wang Mu's dantian coincided with the golden talisman, but the two scattered at the same time. Open, and quietly turned into invisible.

Looking at this scene, Long Xiaoyuan was still a little uncomfortable. She cast her eyes on the wheel runner, blinked, and asked tentatively, "Then, can we leave now?"

"Of course! If you want to stay with me, it's fine, you must be treated as a distinguished guest." The Wheel-Turning King said very sincerely.

"Hehe, don't bother me, thank you King Zhuanlun, then we'll leave now." After laughing dryly a few more times, Long Xiaoyuan turned her head hastily, pulled Wang Mu and left.

Wang Mu had recovered his composure, and bowed his head to King Zhuanlun very gentlemanly before slowly leaving.

Soon there were only Zhong Kui and Zhuanlun Wang left in the hall. Looking at Wang Mu who had disappeared, Zhong Kui raised his hand to wipe off the cold sweat, and cursed Wang Mu with great resentment in his heart, "It's Han Youhuo's apprentice, don't you think so?" I said it earlier, fortunately I didn't kill you, otherwise my brother's end would be miserable!"

Out of the scope of the underworld under the jurisdiction of King Zhuanlun, Long Xiaoyuan still felt as if he was dreaming, fearing that King Zhuanlun would return temporarily without saying a word, so he just dragged Wang Mu on his way in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)