Chapter 301: The Destiny is Determined
Wu Bu couldn’t help but look annoyed as he was ignored by the ghost.
He is young and frivolous, and has won the favor of his sect master. He has been practicing Taoism for more than ten years, and he has adhered to the rules and regulations of the righteous way, and has always looked down on these evil and treacherous ways.
I couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Don't think that just because you are the shikigoshi heroic spirit next to the young master, what are you proud of? I am very different from a ghost like you. In the future, I will become the thirteenth A man with a sword is destined to Living under the light of righteousness, a guilty ghost like you is not worthy of talking to me."
Hongying turned half of her face, and the black veil covering her face was lifted by the wind, revealing her face. A pale chin and lips.
The bridge of his tall and heroic nose was wrapped in layers of blind tape, which was as wide as a palm, covering almost half of his face.
She curved the corners of her pale lips: "Little kid, it was you who came to talk to me first. I never thought of talking to you. Why did you get into trouble instead? You are at your home. Are you so unreasonable in front of the sect leader?"
"You——"
"And..." Hongying smiled coldly: "If you want to become the Thirteen Swordsmen, you can't do it. It’s just words, at least, no one of the Thirteen Swords that I know can only rely on the Thunder Wu Divine Spear given by the sect master to show off their power. If you lose this spear in your hand, just with your mere Kaiyuan realm Do you really think you can withstand Yougui Lang’s eye attack?”
Wu Bu was furious: “I am only twenty this year, and I have only been practicing for more than ten years!”
Yuguilang is a great ghost who has lived for three thousand years.
Hongying suppressed the smile on her lips and said coldly: "That young lady of the Fang family is only sixteen years old tonight, but she can fight against Yougui Lang by herself without fear of retreating. With this kind of mentality, you are not as good as her."
Wu Bu's face turned red and white, and he couldn't say a word.
The Qiong Tower is majestic and the jade trees are swaying.
The green fire illuminates the Evernight Fairy City, and the silent and deserted house seems to be burning under the night.
The practitioners from all over the city looked at the distant Bone Mountain with different expressions.
On the Xianling Platform, the slightly drunk Empress Junhuang, who was lying on the cold stone, slowly opened her eyes.
The pair of eyes filled with dark ink disappeared from the hazy warmth like the spring rain on the road. There was an inexplicable cold look in the eyes looking towards the west.
Prince Si Xi, who was lowering her head and writing something carefully in front of the case, also raised her head, her clear eyes flickered slightly, and her voice was slightly cold: "This letter of love is a bit too restless. Under the eyes of the empress You actually dare to use such devious tactics."
The Queen shook the wine glass in her hand and said calmly: "That old guy from Taiyin is really good at hiding his eyes."
Qingxuan's voice sounded a little angry: "The Ghost Weeping Bead comes from the underworld. It is a deceptive eye that confuses the pure and turbid air of Yin and Yang. That Fengqing dared to use the power of this Ghost Weeping Bead to deceive the empress. It accumulated over three thousand years." He is so courageous when he has a mountain of bones!"
The strange color in the eyes of the Queen disappeared immediately, and she slowly raised her eyebrows, unable to comment.
Qingxuan was silent for a moment. She put down the red sandalwood wolf hair in her hand and said solemnly: "My Lady, even if Fengqing is the gatekeeper of the Bronze Gate, I can't stay any longer."
Jun The Imperial Empress looked at the immortal city below her. She was quiet for a long time, and then she slowly let out a sigh. A faint arc appeared on her lips, but deep in her eyes there was something that no one could decipher. Deep shadows.
“If you can’t stay any longer, then you won’t stay.”
Qingxuan felt a little surprised and stunned. Although Youguilang Fengqing was extremely evil, he was still of great use to the empress.
She didn't like Yougui Lang's cruel and murderous temperament, and she couldn't tolerate it in her eyes.
But she never imagined that the empress would really give up a useful ghost chess so easily.
Since the Empress said she would not stay, then Yougui Lang was naturally at the end of his strength.
Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, but saw that the Queen Emperor took a sip of the cold wine in the cup and lay back lazily, with no intention of taking action. She hesitated for a while, unable to guess what the empress was up to, so she called softly: "Empress, do you need Qingxuan to take action?"
She saw the empress waving her hands in low spirits: "It's just a little guy who can't stand on the stage. Why worry too much about it? There will naturally be well-behaved and sensible children to clean him up. Qingxuan, you all I'm a lot older, so if I don't have to worry about it, I should worry less about it."
Qingxuan, who was depressed because of his age, was really speechless.
If Yougui Lang is a little guy who can't stand on the stage, how can he be able to dominate the world for three thousand years, kill at will, and make the talented practitioners who have emerged one after another in these years famous and feared.
Now there are just some late-born children in the city. Why do you have so much confidence in them, Madam, that you think they can accept this evildoer?
Although she, the female official in the Kunlun Jingxu, did not like to be in charge of worldly affairs, seeing her heartless appearance, she could not help but feel a little sympathy for the little guys in the city.
Taking out an astrolabe, the lady officer held a skeptical attitude and tried to deduce it.
At the end of the deduction, she couldn't help but be stunned, so unexpected.
The ghost in the west, his fate has been decided.
It is really lifeless, ghosts and spirits are extinguished, yin disappears and yang emerges.
Yougui Lang will die!
How could such a ridiculous conclusion be drawn?
Qingxuan has always been confident in his divination and deduction skills, so it is naturally impossible for him to make any mistakes.
She looked complicated for a long time, then said: "Empress, if Fengqing falls, who can hold the key to the bronze door for the empress again?"
The Emperor smiled softly and said : "The little paper ball from Zhongyouli, the kid next to him is pretty good."
Qingxuan was stunned, then smiled bitterly and said: "I really don't know if this is cause and effect, or bad fate."
The Queen just smiled and said no more.
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The Devil May Cry Bead hidden somewhere in the earth has finally been born. No one is more excited and joyful than Ying Xiu, and even wants to collect it wholeheartedly. Yukirou's original intention of becoming a new heroic spirit couldn't help but be completely shattered.
After all, in front of the pupil of the Taiyin Emperor, the mere Yougui Lang is naturally not worth mentioning.
Ying Xiu's figure moved sideways, and the black energy around him turned into pieces of black crow feathers, which were about to fly towards the huge skeleton.
You Gui Lang's eyes were full of amazement. Even though Devil May Cry Pearl had awakened in advance, there was no trace of panic in his eyes. It was as if the sudden change over there was already under his control.
The skinny fingers tapped the ghost drum. In an instant, the sound of the drum sounded like a deep sea whale, and a huge drum shadow came to the world like a tomb. With a bang, it moved towards the thousands of black feathers. go.
There was an explosion-like sound in the space.
The ground shook, and the black feathers dispersed. The drum shadow contained extremely terrifying murderous intent. Yingxiu had no choice but to reveal his true body, and quickly retreated under the drum shadow. The red robe hunting coat pulled out a strip in the dark night. Long shadow line.
Yougui Lang sat comfortably on the huge concrete ghost drum, playing with the small human skin drum in his hand. He looked over with a sinister look and saw Mr. Ghost Sword, who was bleeding from his forehead and had a cold face. The corner of his head raised an indifferent arc: "You are the one who is causing trouble for me, and you are the one who is in a hurry to leave now. How can there be such a cheap thing in the world."
(End of this chapter)