The Steward Demonic Emperor

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Meng Xiaofeng fell heavily to the ground, breaking bones all over his body, but this was not the most terrible.The most important thing is that his sacred body was destroyed, causing him to suffer severe damage to his soul and inner palace. It is impossible to recover in ten or eight years, but now it is more crippled, with no strength at all, just like an ant.

At this moment, I'm afraid not to mention the Qi Gathering Realm, even if it is a doll in the foundation stage, with a decent weapon, it can easily draw him!

call……

With the breeze blowing, Zhuo Fan slowly fell down, looking at the saint who had no power to bind the chicken below, and there was an evil smile across his mouth.

Meng Xiaofeng looked at him with horror on his face, and couldn't stop shaking his lips and said: "You...you are not a human, a monster, a spirit beast, and a dragon! I am a saint, no matter how strong a human is, how could it not be used? Emperor Ji Tianyin, can I destroy my saint body without using the saint body?"

"Ha ha ha... You got the correct answer, but you are a bit biased!"

He smiled and shook his head, Zhuo Fan said nonchalantly, "I am actually a half-beast, but my general beast body is not comparable to a general spirit beast or a dragon clan. My whole body was refined by the holy beast Dragon Ancestor with his dragon scales. King Kong does not hold. This right arm is also made by a unicorn foot of the holy beast soaring into the sky, and when he was in the sea, he was taught the method of exerting force by the overlord. You said that I can use it against you, a holy boy in the early stage Are there so many tricks? My basic strength is far above yours, okay?"

what?

The pupils of the eyes trembled violently, and Meng Xiaofeng was shocked unconsciously: "There are so many ancient masters behind you, who are you?"

"The original eight emperors of the sanctuary, the demon emperor Zhuo Yifan; now the housekeeper of the Luo family, Zhuo Fan!"

With a faint smile, Zhuo Fan immediately told him: "As for how I, the Demon Emperor, came back from the dead and came back again, there is no need to tell you more!"

Gurgle!

After swallowing, Meng Xiaofeng panicked and muttered to himself: "Devil Emperor Zhuo Yifan...I heard that he had obtained the Jiuyou Demon Emperor's techniques, so did he avoid the last annihilation?"

"That's right, but unfortunately it's too late!"

"What are you going to do?" Meng Xiaofeng's heart trembled, and Meng Xiaofeng shrank constantly.

With evil smiles, Zhuo Fan stared at him closely, jokingly: "What am I going to do? Don't you know? What I told you just now is my deepest secret. You know so many things about people, shouldn't Is it a bit expressive?"

"The watch... means?"

"Yes, sealing your mouth properly is the biggest sign!"

With a grin, Zhuo Fan gently raised his hand, gurgling in his hand, and grabbed his forehead: "I show my heart to you, it shows that you are dead. After all, the dead man’s mouth is the strictest. Farewell, Lord Saint. I hope you can cast a good tire next time and embrace the holy mountain. Don’t be like me, you have to climb up from the bottom step by step if you cast the wrong tire. But I don’t mind. Because now I cast the wrong tire, but I am sending you the right tire to reincarnate again, hahaha!"

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

A scream resounded through the depths of the dense forest, and the screams gradually disappeared as the black air soared into the sky.When Zhuo Fan got up and looked down, there was only a pile of ash flying, falling on the beach, and a few pieces of uncompleted clothes and cloth, mixed in the flying, and swaying in the wind.

After spitting out a long breath, Zhuo Fan secretly praised: "You deserve to be a saint, the skill is profound. I haven't used this magical magic formula for a long time, and I have to digest it for a few days when I go back this time. Otherwise, I will over-practice and make it happen. Like Zhao Cheng's wicked disciple, but the gain is not worth the loss, ha ha ha...

Whoosh whoosh!

Suddenly, there were bursts of sound, Zhuo Fan's ears moved slightly, he already understood everything, he turned around, and disappeared suddenly.

It's just right, let's report the funeral to the Sixth Holy Mountain, hum!

Huh!

A flashing body, the figure of Yanhuang suddenly landed on this place, and he looked around, and his face was a little confused: "Weird, I just saw the holy body of Lord Saint, it is indeed here, how could it suddenly Is it gone?"

"Master!"

At this time, there were a few more breaking sounds, and the disciples of Danxiazong also arrived one after another, bowed and said: "We checked nearby, and no suspicious people were found."

Nodding slightly, Yan Huang wandered back and forth a little: "Is it because the fight is over, so they are separated? There seems to be no corpse in this place. In other words, the person who took the Allure can't even stop the saint. People? Doesn’t that mean... the other person is also a saint?"

puff!

Suspiciously, Yanhuang kicked something under his feet and looked down, only to see that it was a pile of ash flies, but among the ash flies, a few scattered pieces of cloth and silk were so familiar.

"this is……"

After carefully inspecting a little, Yan Huang couldn't stop his pupils shrinking, and exclaimed: "This is Master Saint's clothes and cloth? Why is it here? Could it be that... Master Saint was killed?"

hiss!

Unable to take a breath, Yanhuang immediately turned pale with fright.As soon as his legs softened, he fell to the ground suddenly, completely stunned.

"This is a big event. The young master of the Sixth Sacred Mountain died tragically in our Danxiazong domain. The mountain master will not offend us. Come, prepare now, collect these good students, and we will go to the first The Six Sacred Mountains report!"

Half a month later, on the Sixth Sacred Mountain, in the quaint study, a middle-aged man with a moustache, holding a pile of powder and the familiar clothes on it, his eyes were already red.

Immediately afterwards, with a bang, the man's whole body was released, and everything in the study, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and book counter was instantly shaken to powder.The Yanhuang who had been shrinking from below was also shocked and flew out, a mouthful of redness couldn't stop spitting out, and his complexion instantly turned pale.

"Who did it? Why is it that my son will be subjected to this murder if he passes through the Eight Emperors Realm?"

The middle-aged man snarled up to the sky, clenched his fists, his fists rattled, and his eyes were full of killing intent. When he saw the Yanhuang who had just risen, another stride came to her in an instant and grabbed her. Her long hair yelled at her ears repeatedly, almost piercing her eardrums: "Yanhuang, you come to explain to me, what is going on, why is my son in your Danxia Sect? Something happened?"

"The mountain lord calms down, the young lord's business has nothing to do with us, it is not ours!"

"Nonsense, of course I know it's not you, do you have that ability?"

bump!

With another push, he threw Yanhuang onto the wall and fell off again. The man continued to furiously: "I only ask you, my son died near your sect. Who is the one doing this? You I have to give me an explanation. Otherwise, the old man will let you Danxiazong disappear from the sanctuary in minutes!"

"The mountain lord calms down, we must thoroughly investigate to the end and give the mountain lord an explanation!"

Kneeling on the ground hurriedly, even kowtow, the emperor Yan was so frightened that she almost cried.

The middle-aged man also held his forehead sadly, and choked up: "Feng'er, you died so miserably, you didn't even have a whole body. Feng'er, I wanted you to do a good job with Chu Qingcheng, and treat you in the future. It is good to understand the imperial realm. Who knows that this time when our father and son are separated, it will become eternal... By the way, what about your disciple? Feng'er is dead, how is she? If she is too sad, this seat can make her think Enter the Holy Mountain as the survivor!"

"Uh, she..." Unconsciously, Yan Huang's face was bitter.

The brows trembled, and the face gradually became cold: "What's wrong with her? Is it because she doesn't have a deep relationship with Feng'er these days, and she doesn't feel Feng'er's death? Huh, it is really unreasonable, the young master of the holy mountain favors her What is her dissatisfaction with? I really don’t know the blessing in the blessing. Well, since I have no feelings, I have been with Feng'er for a while. The old man recognizes her as a daughter-in-law and can connect her to the holy mountain. However, you have to let She acted well and had a broken heart. Only in this way could the old man be greatly moved, and it would be reasonable to get her in, and would not arouse the suspicion of other old guys in the Six Mountains, you know?

"Mountain Lord, this...this is not the point!" With a trembling, Yan Huang became even more bitter.

Looking at her strangely, the man looked strange: "This is not the point, what is the point? I don't want her to have true feelings for me anymore. Let's play a play and make a fool of others. This is not enough. Come? How did you become a master for so many years, even an apprentice?"

"No, no, the mountain lord calms down. She is my apprentice. She has been disciplined for so many years. Of course I know her nature and easy to teach, but..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that the premise is...Her people have to be..."

His heart trembled, the man turned his head suddenly, looked at Emperor Yan, completely stunned, and swept away the sorrow he had just received, wondering: "What do you mean, what do you mean by human beings, can you say... "

He lowered his head deeply, Yanhuang didn't dare to reply, so he could only bite the bullet and wait for another criticism.

"Could it be that...they are not feeling weak, but too strong, knowing that Feng'er's death, she died in love?" The man's brain was wide open, and he immediately thought of this.

Yan Huang was also taken aback, and his cheeks twitched.

Death?How long have Qingcheng and your son known each other? What is the love?You are too high on your son's charm!

However, seeing Emperor Yan never answer, he thought he was right, stamped his feet with anger, and cursed again and again: "You, it is true that success is not enough to fail. Your apprentice, how can you not watch it well? She is the baby we have raised for a hundred years. Even if my son dies, she can't make any mistakes. You...you damn madam, pay me baby!"

As he said, the man grabbed Yanhuang by the neck and his eyes were ferocious with anger.

Dare to love Chu Qingcheng's life, more precious than his son's life!

"Mountain Lord, listen to me... Qingcheng... she's all right!"

Yan Huang said with a hoarse voice as if it was a voice squeezing out of the door.

Unexpectedly, the person was overjoyed, and the iron claws that he was holding on gradually loosened, and he exhaled: "Then you said she was not here, I thought..."

"She is indeed not here, because she was taken away!" Yan Huang hurriedly said.

Hearing this, the man's face trembled, and the face that had just been relieved sank again, and the iron claw tightened again, pinching Yanhuang's neck, and this time it was much tighter than last time...