The temptation of the wizard

Wen Ruoling: "I passed too."

Linghu Mietian raised his hand and asked, "If you can catch me without falling, I will not take pictures of hell for a year."

Wen Ruoling took the first eight steps, and the breath of each step was different. The eight winds of profit, decline, ruin, reputation, praise, ridicule, suffering, and happiness gathered. The statue of Tianwu was looming behind him. The eighth step fell, and the same raised his hand Please call: "Ask the lord for advice."

Linghu Mietian gave a light "Ho", stepped out of the body, and pushed out with a real palm.

Two palms touched each other, there was a bang, the sky shook, the Biyun Lake broke a few feet, and the lake water was wrapped in ice and rose into the sky.

Wen Ruo Ling stayed still, but Linghu Mietian stepped back.

Zhuan Sun Yingyang's pupils shrank, and his face looked incredible.

Linghu Mietian... how could it be possible to retreat?

Amidst the turmoil of the world, Linghu Mietian chuckled, his figure staggered, and Zhuan Sun Yingyang only saw Ruo Ling standing behind him, a maiden in a white shirt and red dress, her hair tucked slightly.

The witch looks only about thirty years old. She is slender and graceful, with slender eyebrows, cold eyes and ruddy skin. She puts a palm on Wen Ruoling's back, her air is flying, and there is a trace of sorrowful spirit in the bright and beautiful. Nameable.

"Host!"

Xing Bufan, Yu Ling and others all showed joy, as if they saw the dawn of dawn in the dark night.

"Meng Huiyue..." Zhuan Sun Yingyang was relieved, it seemed that it was not so unacceptable for Linghu to take a half step back from the sky.

She is the current host of the Zuwu Temple, Meng Huiyue from the line of extravagance!

"Linghu kills the sky, it's been a long time!"

Meng Huiyue's body is graceful and charming, but her voice is more sonorous than an ordinary man, like a sword fighting, with the sword eyebrows in the temple, adding two points of dominance.

Linghu Mietian looked at Meng Huiyue up and down, and exclaimed, "No wonder Wu Yangyang didn't kill you. I am also reluctant to replace me two hundred years ago."

Everyone: "..."

Why... is it on again?

Also, Wu Yangyang is not what you meant, okay!!

Meng Huiyue stepped in front of Wen Ruoling's body, raised her sword brows, and shouted coldly, "Then you can leave!"

Linghu Mietian: "What if I am willing to kill you?"

Meng Huiyue was not afraid, and said tit-for-tat: "If you are willing to pay half your soul, just give it a try."

"One percent is enough." Before Linghu Mietian's words fell, his sword palm cut.

Meng Huiyue waved his sword at the same time.

The extremely condensed sword light swayed in all directions like water waves, the surrounding mountains were directly cut off, a section of the snow peaks rumbling down, and the mountains shaking.

Meng Huiyue stepped back several steps, but his body was still straight and his expression was firm.

Linghu Mietian swung away the sword light in front of him, and was about to pursue it. Suddenly, he heard the roar of the infected calf in the distance, and saw a golden light rushing into the sky from the back mountain of the Saint Master's Shrine, sweeping away all the rocks.

The roar of the infected calf was full of anger and disappointment, with a faint groan.

The sword palm raised by Linghu Mietian slowly dropped, turned and walked towards the mountain gate.

Zhuan Sun Yingyang glanced at the direction of the Saint Master's ancestral hall, and then followed Linghu Mietian.

The violent wind brought a boundless blizzard, and the black and white silhouettes quickly disappeared in the snow.

When everyone was shocked, they saw Meng Huiyue's beautiful body trembled and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Satuki!"

"Host!"

The white bear was about to pounce on Meng Huiyue, but saw her waving her sleeves, a sword aura swept everyone away, and he sat down cross-legged, conditioning his breath.

Everyone had to wait until after a while before they saw Meng Huiyue standing up, still sonorously saying: "Elder Wen will come with me, and the rest will wait and retreat." After speaking, they strode towards the ancestral hall.

Everyone dared not violate, but Bai Xiong walked behind Wen Ruoling.

Uncle Xiyue pulled Geng Yeyun's sleeves, and exclaimed, "This host... is it also a wizard?"

"presumptuous!"

After several screams, the Black Robe Guadeng was stunned and shrank his neck.

Chapter 249 Where is the Eighth Master Going?

The back mountain of the Saint Master's ancestral hall cut off a section of the mountain peak. If the golden light hadn't been shot by the epidemic calf, the ancestral hall would be submerged by rocks.

Meng Huiyue stood in front of the ancestral hall and looked at the secret room passage before stepping into the ancestral hall.

Wen Ruoling followed in and sat down on the futon, while the huge white bear was lying next to Meng Huiyue, pretending to sleep.

Meng Huiyue suddenly formed a seal with her left hand, and Wen Ruoling's picture of hell in her sleeve flew out suddenly, but she was clasped with one hand while holding the seal with her right hand, and she did not hesitate to confront Meng Huiyue.

Meng Huiyue frowned, glanced at the elder who had always been dull and easy-going, removed her handprint, and said: "No, the hell map will be temporarily handed over to you for safekeeping."

Wen Ruoling looked calm, and hid the picture of hell back in his sleeve.

Meng Huiyue: "What do you think of Yuntai?"

Wen Ruoling groaned for a while before slowly saying, "Only Zhu Yuntai can stop Linghu Mietian." After a pause, he continued: "Only Linghu Mietian can stop Zhu Yuntai."

Meng Huiyue's eyes were cold, "You still don't want to make progress. Even if you want to learn Buddhism, you have not yet become a Buddha. How can you know that you can't stop them after you go further? It is better to work hard to improve yourself if you hope that others."

Wen Ruoling: "Yes, host."

Meng Huiyue suddenly became angry, and she no longer remembered how many times she had been criticized this way. She always responded so painlessly, but in fact the behavior was the same.

Suddenly, Meng Huiyue's conversation changed, "I have never opposed the release of Linghu to kill the sky, which would cause turmoil in the temple. This is my fault."

Wen Ruoling was silent, and Meng Huiyue said after a long time, "But now I have not changed my mind. Whether he is the son of the world or Linghu Mietian, he will cut off the sore, or take the good medicine. How can I get the truth?"

Wen Ruoling's eyes suddenly sharpened, staring at Meng Huiyue, and said every word: "So, are you ready now?"

Meng Huiyue laughed loudly, "Linghu exterminated the sky for more than two hundred years, and Li Hongdou has inherited it, but today's martial arts is not as good as two hundred years ago. Why? Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, military, law and other sacred schools I also know that Linghu Mietian is the prophesied son of the world. What has he been doing in these two hundred years? In two hundred years, the ancestor master has given us too long preparation time, and the preparation time for this world by Wumen has already been. It's too long. If you continue to prepare, even the sword will rust!"

Wen Ruoling was speechless, sighed slightly, and said, "I hope that the maiden pilgrimage in five years can be brought to the present, and the number of pilgrimage places...the more the better."

Linghu Mietian is inevitable, and the chaos of the world is inevitable. Even if Linghu Mietian does not target the witches in all parts of southern Xinjiang, in the eyes of the world, this great demon was released by the witch sect. It is because of the weak supervision of Yuntai and the witches. , Inevitably a lot of people will anger at the Wu Clan, this calamity is no weaker than Linghu Mietian attacking the Shan Clan, and the casualties are bound to be even worse.