The Steward Demonic Emperor

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Meng Xiaofeng fell heavily on the ground, and his whole body was broken with broken bones, but this is not the most terrible. The most important thing is that his holy body was destroyed, which caused his soul and inner government to be hit hard. No one is ten years and eight years is extremely difficult to recover, but now it is more like a crippled, no strength, no different from ants.

At this moment, I am afraid not to mention the gathering atmosphere, even if it is a doll in the foundation period, he can easily mark him with a decent sword!

call……

After a clear breeze blowing, Zhuo Fan slowly fell down, and looked down at the Lord Saint without the power of chickens, with a strange smile across his mouth.

Meng Xiaofeng looked at him, but his face was terrified, and he couldn't stop shaking his lips and said, "You ... you are not a human, a monster, a spirit beast, or a dragon! I am a saint, no matter how strong human beings are, how could they not use Emperor Ji Tianyin, did you destroy my saint without using the saint? "

"Hehehe ... you got it right, but it's a bit biased!"

He laughed and shook his head, Zhuofan said: "I am actually a half-beast, but my ordinary beast is not a common spirit beast or dragon race. I am burnt by the Holy Beast from the whole body of the dragon ancestor with his dragon scales. King Kong doesn't care. This right arm is also transformed by a unicorn foot of the holy beast soaring into the unicorn, and he was taught by the Emperor when he was in the dark sea. You said that to deal with you as an early boy of the saint, I need it So many tricks? My basic strength is far above you, okay? "

what?

The pupil of the eyes could not help but shivered fiercely, Meng Xiaofeng was shocked and lost his face: "There are so many ancient masters behind your back, who are you?"

"The original eight emperors of the Holy Land, the demon emperor Zhuo Yifan; now the Luojia steward, Zhuo Fan!"

With a slight smile, Zhuo Fan immediately entrusted: "As for me, the Devil Emperor, how to resurrect and resurrect, there is no need to tell you more!"

Goo!

With a swallow, Meng Xiaofeng was stunned and muttered to herself: "Demon Emperor Zhuo Yifan ... I heard that he had received the Nine You Demon Emperor's exercises, so did he avoid the scourge of the last annihilation?"

"It's correct, but it's too late!"

"What are you going to do?" Meng Xiaofeng shivered in shock.

Evil laughs again and again, Zhuo Fan stares at him closely, jokingly: "What am I going to do? Don't you know? What I said to you just now is my heart's secret. You know so many things about others, you shouldn't Do you mean something? "

"Watch ... means?"

"Yes, seal your mouth well, it's the biggest expression!"

With a grin, Zhuo Fan raised his hand gently, gurgling black air in his hand, and grabbed his forehead: "I show my heart to you, it means you are dead. After all, the dead man's mouth is the strictest, Farewell, Lord Saint. I hope you will have a good baby next time, and you can still have a good baby and embrace the Holy Mountain. Do n’t cast the wrong tire like me, you have to climb up from the bottom. But I do n’t mind, Because now I am the wrong one, but I ’m sending you the right one to do another one, hahaha! "

"Don't ... don't ... ah ..."

A scream rang through the depths of the jungle, and the screams gradually disappeared as the sky became dark. When Zhuo Fan got up and looked down, there was only a pile of gray fly, the beach fell to the ground, and there were a few pieces of unfinished clothes and cloth, which were mixed in the flying and swayed in the wind.

After a long breath, Zhuo Fan secretly praised: "It's worthy of being a saint, the skill is deep. I haven't used this magic technique for a long time, and I have gone back to digest it for a few days this time. Otherwise, I will practice too much. Like Zhao Cheng ’s traitor, it ’s worth the loss, hehehe ... "

Swish swish!

Suddenly, all the sounds of the air broke, Zhuo Fan's ears moved slightly, he knew everything, and he turned around and disappeared suddenly.

It's just time to mourn the Sixth Holy Mountain, hum!

Uh!

A shimmering figure of the emperor suddenly landed in this place. He looked around and wondered: "Strange, I just saw the holy body of Lord Saint, it is indeed here that appeared. How come suddenly? Are you gone? "

"Master!"

At this time, there were several sounds of breaking the sky again, and the disciples of Dan Xiazong also gathered one after another and bowed: "We looked around and found no suspicious people."

Nodded slightly, Yan Huang wandered back and forth a little: "Is it because the fight is over, so are they separated? This place does not seem to have anyone's body, that is to say, the person who took the alley away can't stop the saints. Person? Does n’t that mean that the other party is also a saint? "

puff!

Suspiciously, Yan Huang kicked something at his feet and looked down, but he saw that it was a pile of gray fly, but in that gray fly, a few pieces of scattered cloth sandwiched between them were so familiar.

"this is……"

After a closer inspection, Yan Huang couldn't help shrinking his eyes, and exclaimed: "This is Lord Saint's clothes? How could it be here? Could it be ... Lord Saint was killed?"

hiss!

Unable to take a breath, Yan Huang was suddenly scared with white face. As soon as his legs were soft, he fell to the ground suddenly, completely stunned.

"This is a big deal, the young master of the Sixth Holy Mountain, tragic death in our Danxiazong realm, that mountain owner will not anger us. Come, prepare immediately, collect these good lives, let's go to the first Six Holy Mountain Report! "

Half a month later, at the Sixth Holy Mountain, in a quaint study room, a middle-aged man with two moustache hung, holding a pile of powder, and the familiar clothes and fabrics on his eyes, his eyes turned red.

Then, with a loud bang, the man was in full swing, everything in the study room, pen, ink, paper and ink, and the book counter were instantly shaken into powder. The Yan Huang, who had been shy away from the bottom, also shouted and flew out, and Yin Hong couldn't stop spitting out, and his face instantly paled.

"Who did it? Why did my child only suffer from the Eight Emperors Realm, would he be hit by this bad hand?"

The middle-aged man roared up in the sky, clenched his fists, his fists were slamming loudly, and his eyes were full of murderous intentions. When he saw the gorgeous emperor who had just climbed up, another arrow step came to her in an instant and grabbed her. Her long hair, she roared repeatedly to her ears, almost shattering her eardrums: "Yanhuang, you come to explain to this seat, what is going on, why my son is in your Danxia Sect What happened? "

"The Lord of the Mountain breathes his anger. The matter of Lord Young Master has nothing to do with us. It's not what we did!"

"Nonsense, I certainly know it's not you, do you have that skill?"

bump!

Another push, flew Yan Huang to the wall, and fell again, the man continued to rage: "I only ask you, my son died near your sect, who is doing this, you You have to give me an explanation. Otherwise, the old man will let you Danxia Zong disappear from the sanctuary in minutes! "

"The Mountain Lord is angry, we must thoroughly investigate and give the Mountain Lord an explanation!"

Knelt down on the ground quickly, and kowtowed repeatedly, Yan Huang was so scared that his **** rolled up and cried.

The middle-aged man also held his forehead sadly, sobbing: "Feng'er, you died so miserably, there wasn't even a whole body. Feng'er, I thought you and Nachu Qingcheng would do something good for you in the future. It ’s good to know the emperor ’s realm. Who knows that our father and son will be eternal this time ... By the way, what about your disciple? Feng'er is dead, how is she? If she is too sad, this seat can let her take Enter the Holy Mountain as the undead! "

"Uh, she ..." Unconscious, the emperor's face was bitter.

Brows flicked, and the man's face gradually became cold: "What's wrong with her? Isn't she feeling deeply with Feng'er these days, and she doesn't feel the death of Feng'er? Huh, it really doesn't make sense. What kind of dissatisfaction does she have? I really do n’t know what to do in the blessing. Besides, since I do n’t have any feelings, I have had a relationship with Feng'er for a while. She has a good show and has a broken heart, so that she can move the old man. It is reasonable to get her in. It will not cause other old Liushan suspicions, you know? "

"Mountain Master, this ... this is not the point!" The face shook, and Yan Huang became more bitter.

When she looked at her strangely, the man's face was weird: "This is not the point, what is the point? I don't ask her to have a real affection for me. Act in a play, and fool people around. Here? How have you been a master for so many years, even an apprentice ca n’t control it? "

"No, no, the master of the mountain is angry. She is my apprentice. After so many years of discipline, I certainly know her nature and easy to teach, just ..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that the premise is ... that her people must be ..."

My heart couldn't help but tremble, and the man turned around suddenly, looked at Yan Huang, completely stunned, swept away the grief just now, and wondered: "What do you mean, what is it that people are in, can't you say ... "

Deeply lowering his head, Yan Huang did not dare to answer, and could only wait hard before he was criticized.

"Don't say ... they are not indifferent, but too strong, knowing Fenger's death, she was martyred?" The man's brain widened, and he immediately thought of this.

Yan Huang was also stunned for a long time.

Martyrdom? How long did Qingcheng and your son know each other? You are too high on your son's charm!

However, seeing Yan Huang had not answered, he thought he was right and stomped his feet in a rage, even cursing again and again: "Ah, you really are not enough to succeed. How can you not look at your apprentice? She is the treasure we have raised for a hundred years. Even if my son dies, she ca n’t make any mistakes. You ... you damned mother, lose my baby! "

With that said, the man grabbed Yan Huang's neck, and his eyes were dreadful.

Dare to love the life of Chu Qingcheng, more precious than the life of his son!

"Lord Master, listen to me ... Allure her ... nothing!"

As if it was a voice squeezed through the door, Yan Huang said hoarsely.

Uncontrollably, the man was overjoyed, and the iron claws he gripped were gradually loosened, exhaling: "Then you said she was not there, I thought ..."

"She was indeed absent because she was taken away!" Immediately, Yan Huang hurriedly said.

Hearing this, the man's face shook, his face that had just eased down, and the iron claw tightened again, pinching the neck of the emperor, and this time it was much tighter than last time ...