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years, there was an innocent child standing in front of him, who was seven points similar to him when he was a child, and a beautiful woman sat on the side with a cute girl with pigtails in her arms, smiling at her husband and pointing out her young son.
Mo Xingheng didn't have any weapons in his hand, and he pointed out a finger plainly, and He Chengshuang only felt that the strong strength was dense and dense like a tide, although it was not sharp, it was everywhere, making people feel that there was nowhere to hide and no trace to be found.
Three blue thunder dragons gushed out from He Chengshuang's body, surrounded the purple dragon, spit out thunder balls, and formed a fine thunder net in front of the young dragon. The energy continued to rush in, full of stamina, but never able to cross the thunder pool half a step, everyone waited for half an hour, only to see the thunder curtain gradually dim and disperse.
This game of confrontation is slow and there is no earth-shattering move, everyone does not know the depth, only to deal with it very well, and is blinded by the happy scene of the family, but the scene of the painting takes a sharp turn, Mo Xingheng's hair is scattered, his face is full of blood, and his torn clothes are rolled in the hunting wind, he is still holding the seven-star sword that was alone in the battle of the beasts, but at this moment the blood flows along his wrist through the sword body, and is cut into a little blood bead at the tip of the sword, dripping down, Converge into a small puddle of blood!
Mo Xingheng's expression was not too flustered, but his eyes could not hide the solemn color, there was a black-robed man facing the crowd with his back to the painting, everyone had no chance to see his face, but there was a Ling Xiao momentum to extinguish, it had the effect of making people feel like a chilling cicada, and they just wanted to escape from this place of right and wrong!
Mo Xingheng held the sword in front of his chest, put the two fingers of his left hand together, and slowly slashed across the sword body, the silver brilliance on the sword body became brighter and brighter, and in the end, it almost blinded people's eyes, and many people present who could not bear it had closed their eyes and dared not and could not look at it anymore.
He Chengshuang faced the supreme killing intent brought about by Mo Xingheng's angry blow for more than 40 years, and did not dare to slack off in the slightest, I am afraid that this stop is also a life and death situation for Mo Xingheng.
Under the command of He Chengshuang, the little young dragon swelled up in an instant, and finally turned into a three-meter-long hideous beast, turning around He Chengshuang, the dragon head was aimed at the painting and opened, and there was a fist-sized thunder mass tumbling inside, rolling bigger and bigger like a snowball, growing to the size of a head, and countless purple red lightning thunderbolts rumbled around the thunder group.
At this moment, all the brilliance of the Seven Star Sword and the top, an extremely bright silver lightning pierced the void, and the thunder group jumped out not to be outdone, and the light and loud noise emitted by the collision of the two made everyone in the field cover their ears and eyes, and the spiritual power surged spontaneously to protect the vital points around them, even so, they still felt that their faces and arms were spicy, as if there were thousands of knives cutting their flesh and skin!
Everyone retreated in panic like headless flies, and they didn't know how to deal with it, and at this moment, two cheers broke through the air one after another!
Chapter 108: Hongmeng Lingyuan
Everyone felt that the light in the room had weakened, and they were bold enough to withstand the pressure and open their eyes first, shocked by what they saw.
The thunderball and the silver light were entangled with each other, but they were firmly wrapped in a jelly-like sticky water mass, although many thunder swords pierced the water mass and came out, but they disappeared when they rushed to the front of the guests, and the strength was completely lost, no wonder everyone only felt that the skin was spicy but not really injured.
A large patch of grass and trees grew on the ground below the water mass, and orange particles the size of fireflies slowly floated upwards from the flowers, floating near the water mass and disappearing into the sky.
The killing intent in this game was too strong, Ye Qingrang had to use the smoked sandalwood purification clothes that could eliminate all troubles to reconcile, and on the main seat in front of him, Cheng Xiaoman had already stood up, holding up with one palm facing upward, and it was self-evident whose masterpiece the water ball was.
When all the dust settled, He Chengshuang withdrew from the standing circle, secretly swallowed the blood gushing up his throat, and refused to show weakness in front of people, but Ye Qingrang knew that he must be secretly injured, and before he could come back, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed his palm, and the wood spirit power was transmitted without a trace.
Xuren was already injured, and then he was rushed by his strength, and when he saw He Chengshuang in the limelight, he spit out a mouthful of purple-red blood, which made everyone look sideways.
But he also recalled everyone's sanity this time, looking at He Chengshuang's expression was complicated and difficult to distinguish, both thirsty and envious, but also inevitably afraid of jealousy.
Cheng Xiaoman raised his hand and made a move, but he didn't know what method he used, the picture scroll was rolled upside down, flew towards her hand, and was picked up by her, and then ignored everyone's surprised look and commanded a few words in Chen Ying's ear, and then told Cheng Yan to entertain the guests, and then got up and left. Chen Ying called He Chengshuang and Ye Qing to let the two follow.
The four of them walked a lot, through the small garden between the two houses of the Cheng family mansion, and then went inside, there was a small courtyard built separately, the three rooms in the courtyard were scattered, Cheng Xiaoman took people into one of them, the house was ordinary, an incense case, and there was a Sanqing Tianzun on it, a futon, and the color was old. Not even a chair.
Cheng Xiaoman himself smiled first and said: "This is where I practice, I rarely leave people here on weekdays, but I didn't expect that there is no place to even entertain you to sit, it's really simple."
He Chengshuang didn't say a word, he sat down cross-legged on the spot, Ye Qingrang smiled, and sat opposite him, Chen Ying saw this and immediately helped Cheng Xiaoman to sit on the futon, and sat opposite her.
Cheng Xiaoman raised his hand and brushed the hair behind his head, and said, "I called you here, but I don't know what to say."
He Chengshuang said: "Your body, it's about to die."
Cheng Xiaoman's fingertips trembled, and he turned his face sideways and asked Ye Qingrang: "Has he always spoken like this?"
Ye Qingrang smiled and said, "Please don't worry about Senior Cheng."
Chen Ying was confused and hurriedly said, "What's wrong?"
Cheng Xiaoman threw a reassuring look and said: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, not to mention that I am sixty and six."
Ye Qingrang took the initiative to say: "If Senior Cheng needs it, I am willing to diagnose it for you."
"No need." Cheng Xiaoman shook his head: "If I had the heart to heal, I would have gone to you a long time ago." What's more, how can I find a solution to a problem that even my senior brother can't solve? The
three of them knew that the senior brother she said was the late head of the family, so it was difficult to intervene for a while, but Cheng Xiaoman answered by himself: "Your matter, Ah Ying has already told me that when the senior brother was seriously injured and died to protect the whole inside the door, Ah Ying always remembered that several elders did not refine medicine and killed his master. In fact, there is no cure for my brother's injury, and so am I.
Chen Ying couldn't accept it and asked, "Why is this?"
"Ah Ying, before the outbreak of the end times, why was my senior brother and I able to cultivate? DID YOU KNOW?
"I, I don't know."
Cheng Xiaoman sighed: "It's meaningless now, in short, it's the credit of the Jade Void Secret Technique." It's a pity that after the end of the world, our cultivation has declined rapidly, and we no longer have the ability to outperform others in the past.
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that, she looked at Ye Qingrang again: "Ye Daoyou, you also saw some of my methods today, if it weren't for the sake of Ah Ying, when I was in Yuxu, with the small skills of a few of you, I thought I could please it?"
Ye Qingrang said with a smile: "The predecessors must have felt that we were too proud of ourselves at the beginning, and we didn't take the world's master holy land too seriously. You must know that the four of us will obtain the cultivation method by chance, but we will encounter a mysterious inheritance sect, if we don't go to find out, I am afraid that we will think about it day and night but fall into the knot. Everything can not always be steady and steady, tend to be auspicious and avoid risks, people are not rash and vain teenagers, are you right?
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