Volume 7 Chapter 1254 I Am the One Who Gave Birth to the Wrong Child

boom!

Meng Xiaofeng fell heavily to the ground, breaking bones and tendons all over his body, but this was not the worst. The most important thing is that his holy body was destroyed, causing his soul and the inner palace to be severely damaged. It is impossible to recover in ten or eight years, and now it is more like a cripple, with no strength at all, no different from ants.

At this moment, I am afraid not to mention the Qi Gathering Realm, even if it is a doll of the Foundation Establishment period, with a decent weapon, he can easily slash him!

call……

With the breeze blowing, Zhuo Fan slowly fell down, looking at the sage who had no power to tie the chicken below, a sinister smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

Meng Xiaofeng looked at him with a look of horror on his face, his lips trembling and said, "You...you are not a human, you are a monster, you are a spirit beast, you are a dragon! I am a saint, no matter how strong a human being, how can you not use it? Huangji Tianyin, how about destroying my holy body without using the body of a saint?"

"Hehehe... You're right, but you're a little biased!"

Shaking his head with a smile, Zhuo Fan was noncommittal: "I'm actually a half-beast, but my normal beast body is not comparable to normal spirit beasts or dragons. My whole body was refined by the holy beast Burning Heaven Dragon Ancestor with his dragon scales, King Kong is not pregnant. This right arm is also transformed by a unicorn foot of the holy beast soaring to the sky. When he was in the sea of ​​​​underworld, he was taught how to use force by the overlord. You said that I need to deal with you, a boy in the early days of the saint. Are there so many tricks? My basic strength is far above yours, okay?"

What?

His pupils trembled involuntarily, and Meng Xiaofeng didn't realize that he was shocked: "There are so many ancient masters behind you, who are you?"

"The original eight emperors of the Sanctuary, the demon emperor Zhuo Yifan; the current Luo family's butler, Zhuo Fan!"

With a slight smile, Zhuo Fan immediately said: "As for me, the demon emperor, how to come back from the dead and come back, there is no need to tell you more!"

Gum!

Swallowed, Meng Xiaofeng was apprehensive and muttered to himself: "Demon Emperor Zhuo Yifan... I heard that he has obtained the practice of Jiuyou Demon Emperor, so did he avoid the disaster of the last annihilation?"

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

"What are you doing?" With a trembling in his heart, Meng Xiaofeng was so frightened that he kept shrinking.

With evil smiles, Zhuo Fan stared at him closely, and joked: "What am I going to do? Don't you know? What I told you just now are my deepest secrets. You know so many things, you shouldn't Anything to say?"

"The table... indicates?"

"Yeah, keep your mouth shut, that's the biggest sign!"

With a grin, Zhuo Fan raised his hand gently, his hand was gurgling black, and grabbed his forehead: "I show you that you are dead. After all, the mouth of the dead is the strictest, Farewell, Lord Sage. I hope that your next reincarnation will be a good one and put into the arms of the holy mountain. Don't be like me, cast the wrong tire and have to climb up from the bottom step by step. But I don't mind, Because now I, the one who had the wrong birth, was sending you, the one who had the right birth, to be reincarnated again, hahaha!"

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

A scream resounded in the depths of the jungle, and the screams gradually disappeared with the black air rising into the sky. When Zhuo Fan got up and looked down, there was only a pile of ash flying on the ground, and a few pieces of clothes and fabrics that were not fully melted, mixed in the flying, swaying in the wind.

Breathing out a long sigh of turbid air, Zhuo Fan secretly praised: "As expected of a saint, his skills are profound. I haven't used this magic formula for a long time, and I have to go back and digest it for a few days. Just like Zhao Cheng's scoundrel, it's not worth the gain, hehehe..."

Whoosh whoosh!

Suddenly, one after another broke through the air, Zhuo Fan's ears moved slightly, he already understood everything, turned around, and disappeared suddenly.

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

Swish!

In a flash, the figure of Emperor Yan suddenly landed in this place, and he looked around for a while, with some doubts on his face: "Strange, I just saw the holy body of Lord Saint, and it really appeared here, how could it suddenly appear? gone?"

"Master!"

At this time, there were several sounds of breaking through the air, and the disciples of Danxiazong also came together, bowed and said: "We checked the vicinity and found no suspicious people."

Nodding slightly, Emperor Yan lingered back and forth for a little bit: "Is it because the fight is over, so they are separated? There seems to be no corpse in this place, that is to say, the person who kidnapped Qingcheng can't even stop the saint. The person? Doesn't that mean... the other party is also a saint?"

puff!

In surprise, Yan Huang kicked something under his feet. He looked down and saw that it was a pile of ashes, but in the ashes, there were a few sporadic pieces of cloth that were so familiar.

"This is……"

After examining it for a while, Yan Huangcai couldn't help shrinking his pupils and exclaimed: "This is Lord Saint's clothes? Why is it here? Could it be that... Lord Saint was killed?"

hiss!

Unable to stop taking a breath, Yan Huang turned pale with fright. As soon as his legs softened, he suddenly fell to the ground, completely stunned.

"This is a big event. The young master of the sixth holy mountain died tragically in our Danxiazong domain. The mountain master will not take anger on us. Come on, prepare immediately, collect these good students, and let's go to the first place together. The Six Holy Mountains report!"

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

Then, with a bang, the man

The whole body was full of momentum, and everything in the study room, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the desk counter were instantly shaken to powder. Yan Huang, who had been cowering down below, was also shaken and flew out, and he couldn't stop spitting out a mouthful of red, and his face instantly turned pale.

"Who did it? Why did my son suffer this poison just by going to the realm of the Eight Emperors?"

The middle-aged man roared 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 climbed up, another arrow came to her in an instant and grabbed her. Her long hair was roaring at her ears, almost piercing her eardrums: "Yan Huang, come and explain to me, what's going on here, why is my son in your Danxia Sect? Something happened?"

"Mountain Master calm down, the matter of the young master has nothing to do with us, it is not our responsibility!"

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

bump!

With another push, he threw Emperor Yan to the wall and fell again, the man continued to be furious: "I just ask you, my son died near your sect, who is the person who did this, you guys? You have to give me an explanation. Otherwise, this old man will make your Danxia Sect disappear from the Sanctuary in minutes!"

"Mountain master calm down, we must investigate thoroughly and give the mountain master an explanation!"

He hurriedly knelt down on the ground and kowtowed again and again, Yan Huang was so frightened that he was about to cry.

But the middle-aged man also held his forehead sadly and choked up: "Feng'er, you died so miserably that you don't even have a whole body. Feng'er, I thought that you and that Chu Qingcheng would achieve a good thing for you in the future. It’s good to study the realm of the emperor. Who knows that this time our father and son are separated, it will become eternal... By the way, what about your disciple? Feng’er died, what happened to her? If she is too sad, this seat can let her Enter the Holy Mountain as a widow!"

"Uh, she..." Unconsciously, Yan Huang's face was full of bitterness.

His brows trembled, and the man's face gradually turned cold: "What's wrong with her? Is it because she didn't have a deep relationship with Feng'er these days, and she didn't feel Feng'er's death? Hmph, it's really outrageous, the young master of the Holy Mountain favors her. , what else is she dissatisfied with? She really does not know happiness in the midst of happiness. Anyway, since she has no feelings, she has been with Fenger 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 her She performed a good show, and her heart is broken, so that she can make a big move of the old man, and it is reasonable to bring her in, and it will not cause the suspicion of other old guys in Liushan, you know?"

"Mountain Master, this... this is not the point!" His face shook, and Emperor Yan became even more bitter.

Looking at her strangely, the man looked strange: "This is not the point, what is the point? I don't even ask her to have real feelings for my son, just play a show and make a fool of others, it won't work. Arrived? How did you become a master for so many years, and you can't even handle an apprentice?"

"No no no, the mountain master calms down. She is my apprentice. After so many years of discipline, of course I know her temperament and she is easy to teach, but..."

"Just what?"

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

His heart couldn't help but tremble, the man turned his head abruptly, looked at Emperor Yan, completely stunned, swept away the grief just now, and said strangely: "What do you mean, what do you mean by people, do you say... "

Deeply bowing his head, Yan Huang did not dare to answer, so he could only bite the bullet and wait for further criticism.

"Could it be that... they didn't have weak feelings, but were too strong. Knowing the news of 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, his face twitched fiercely.

Martyrdom? How long has Qingcheng and your son known each other, what is the love of sacrifice? You think too highly of your son's charm!

However, seeing that Emperor Yan didn't answer, he thought he guessed right, stomped his feet in anger, and even scolded: "You, it's really more than enough to fail. Your apprentice, how can you not take a good look at it? She is the baby we have raised for a hundred years, even if my son dies, she can't make any mistakes. You...you motherfucker, pay my baby!"

As he said that, the man grabbed Yan Huang's neck and his eyes were furious.

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

"Shanzhu, listen to me... Qingcheng she...is fine!"

As if it was a voice squeezed out of the door, Yan Huang said in a hoarse voice.

He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, the man was overjoyed, the iron claws that he held tightly gradually loosened, and he let out a long breath: "Then you said she was not there, I thought..."

"She is indeed not here, because she was kidnapped!" Immediately afterwards, Yan Huang hurriedly said.

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