Chapter 1270 The Holy Mountain Is Furious

His brows could not help shaking slightly. When Emperor Yan was dying, he said in surprise, "You are... Zhuo Fan?"

"Or you can call me... old friend, Demon Emperor Zhuo Yifan!"

"what?"

"At the beginning of your affair, others may not know it, but among the Eight Emperors, there should be a few people who know about it, and one of them is me!"

In the jungle not far away, Zhuo Fan calmed down, closed his eyes and transmitted a voice: "What I did to you was to end the grievances of the year. Now I'll give you a chance to end the love of the year, but it's a pity that you let it go!"

I see!

Nodding clearly, Emperor Yan laughed: "It's you who came back, no wonder... In this case, the unification of the imperial domain deserves its name. After all, you are the real one, the head of the Eight Emperors!"

Whoa!

A black gas surged, and Yan Huang's last body was instantly engulfed, leaving only a pile of ashes scattered on the ground. Meng Haodong was holding a piece of powder and a piece of rag, just like his son back then, but he was already confused, looked at the sky in confusion, and roared, "What the hell is going on? Kill? Who is my son? Where is Chu Qingcheng? Is Huang Huang the murderer?"

"You'll know the answer later. Don't be in a hurry now, Lord Monsanto!"

Slowly opening his eyes, Zhuo Fan's eyes flashed a ray of light, revealing an evil smile. He stood up, patted the dust on his body, and left here happily. Come quietly, go gently, without taking away a cloud.

A month later, Zhuo Fan returned to Luo's headquarters, with a light smile on his face, and went back to his study. He raised his hand and gently pushed the bookcase to the side, revealing a shelf with eight pieces of wood hanging on it. Each piece of wood was engraved with the title of the Eighth Emperor, and now there are three less pieces.

Gently took down the wood chip with Yanhuang's name written on it, rubbed it in his hand a little, Zhuo Fan smiled lightly, and murmured: "Yanhuang, farewell, let's go!"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhuo Fan waved his hand and threw the wood chip behind his head.

With a bang, the wood chips burst into flames in the air, and when they fell, they just landed in a brazier and burned.

Zhuo Fan just turned his back to the brazier, his face was reckless, and he took a deep breath.

"Zhuofan!"

Suddenly, a soft sound came out, and a figure suddenly pushed the door straight in, with a smile on his face, but it was undoubtedly Chu Qingcheng. However, when she saw the wooden frame with the names of the emperors lined up, she was stunned for a moment: "What are you... doing?"

With a slight smile, Zhuo Fan shrugged nonchalantly: "It's nothing, clean up the clutter!"

"Debris? Is that what?"

Looking at him suspiciously, Chu Qingcheng looked at the names on the wooden frame, and swept them one by one. When he saw the vacant names, his heart sank, and then he looked at the brazier that was still there. Although most of the burning wood chips have been reduced, there are still clues in the corner of Yan Huang: "Why do you want to burn my master's famous brand?"

"Well, Qingcheng, she is the murderer who poisoned your whole family. Do you still pay so much attention to her?"

His face sank, Chu Qingcheng looked hesitant, and shook his head: "I don't know. Although she harmed my family, she is also my master who has raised me for a hundred years..."

"Then let you kill her with your own hands, how should you choose?" Without waiting for her voice to fall, Zhuo Fan's face became solemn and he said solemnly.

Trembling, Chu Qingcheng was even more embarrassed, shaking his head all the time, and even tears in his eyes: "I don't know, I can't face her at all... Zhuo Fan, I really don't know what to do..."

"Okay, okay, you don't know!"

Holding her gently in his arms, Zhuo Fan patted her shoulder and sighed: "Now you don't need to know, I won't lie to you, your master is dead now!"

"what?"

"I have always been clear about public and private. If I were you, she would have annihilated my family, and I would have to kill it. But she has raised me for many years and has a master-disciple relationship. Now that she is dead, as a disciple, it should be Obey your filial piety!"

Taking a deep look at her, Zhuo Fan said faintly: "You don't need to kill her now, if you have any thoughts in your heart, if you don't let go to pay homage to her, you will have exhausted the friendship of master and apprentice, and you will have no regrets in your heart. Of course, this is just what I do, if you have any difficulties, just do what you want and ignore me!"

Waving his hands hastily, Chu Qingcheng hurriedly said: "No no no, you are right, it made me feel enlightened. Although I can't do anything to her, but to pay homage to her, it is also a master-disciple relationship. , just do as you say!"

"Okay, go out and tell the people below, prepare to pay homage!"

Nodding, Chu Qingcheng smiled slightly and turned to leave, but before leaving, he looked back at Zhuo Fan, especially those wood chips, whose eyes were even more suspicious.

After her back completely disappeared, Zhuo Fan retracted his eyes and smiled happily, then swept the names on the wooden chips one by one, and sneered: "The Eight Emperors of the Sanctuary, now we have gone to the Four Emperors, the next four You, you should have practiced the supreme magic method that you all dreamed of at the beginning, and it should be fast, hehehe..."

"Butler Zhuo!"

At this time, Li Jingtian trotted in again and said with a smile, "I just heard that Miss Chu wants to pay homage to her master, so you think Butler Zhuo's plan was successful?"

Nodding lightly, Zhuo Fan said with a chuckle: "Yes, when I went to see Yanhuang, she had already broken through the saint, but it was only a year, so fast, hehehe..."

"If you haven't broken through for thousands of years, you will break through in one year?"

The eyes could not help but light up, Li Jingtian grinned: "Zhuo Guan

Family, your practice is really perverted. If you can cultivate well, it is estimated that you will soon be able to break through the holy realm, or even the emperor realm. At that time, the things you are worried about will not happen, hehehe..."

Slowly waving his hand, Zhuo Fan was unprecedentedly serious: "Looking at the situation of the Eight Emperors cultivating the Great Transformation of Heaven and Demons, I am more certain that the purpose of this practice lies in one word, not in absorbing all things in the world. In the practice, there are many demons in the heart. It should be slow and not urgent. Only by refining the demons can you stand above the demons and reach the highest realm of the magic way, without being controlled by the demons. The speed of cultivation is indeed a big one. Temptation, you can only succeed in your cultivation if you can resist this temptation. If you can't resist it, you will be attacked. Zhao Cheng and Yan Huang are the best examples."

"This principle is simple to say, but difficult to do. The wisdom of the masters of the emperor realm can be explored by extraordinary people! Old Li, if you old seniors touch the edge of the emperor realm in the future, you must keep this in mind. The avenue is boundless, don't Impatient!"

"Hehehe... Butler Zhuo has won the prize. Tell Lao Dan and the others, I don't think Lao Li has the qualifications!" Can smiled and scratched his head, and Li Jingtian burst out laughing.

On the other hand, seeing Emperor Yan die strangely in front of him, Meng Haodong's doubts grew stronger and stronger. If Emperor Yan had nothing to do with his son's death, who else in the world would be involved?

However, after several months of personal investigation, he still had no clues, so he couldn't care less. After all, now, another more urgent matter is waiting for him to discuss with the other old guys.

The layout of the holy mountain to the imperial domain has completely gone to another wrong path, which is equivalent to making wedding dresses for others. How can this make them bear it?

Isn't this playing the people of their holy mountain as fools!

"Master Monsanto!"

On the seventh holy mountain, in front of a resplendent hall, as soon as Meng Haodong appeared, a group of saints knelt down and worshipped, respectfully and respectfully.

Waving impatiently, Meng Haodong glanced at them coldly: "Are the other mountain masters there?"

"The six mountain masters are all discussing important matters inside, wait for me to report!"

"Fuck it, negotiate an egg. Now the fruit of the tree we planted is going to be picked, so what else are we negotiating?" With a flick of his hand, Meng Haodong rushed inside angrily, and no one could stop him.

When he entered the hall, the long-bearded old man at the head saw it, but he smiled happily and beckoned: "Haodong is here, sit down. We were still discussing just now, and the little cubs sent to the imperial domain did a good job. , Peaceful and prosperous times, singing and dancing, it seems that they still have the ability to lead Qunlun. Then we plan to send three more people down the mountain to take over the seat of the Eighth Emperor, but we don't know who to send. Haodong, your sixth saint Are there any young talents in the mountain, this time I will take one from you and take a look? Hahaha..."

"What's going on? A bunch of rubbish, they've all been taken up by others, and they're still complacent and don't even know it, hum!"

Flicking his sleeves fiercely, Meng Haodong immediately sat on a bench, gritted his teeth in anger: "Brothers, you just listen to those little bastards asking for merits and rewards there, deceiving the Holy Spirit, and sending people down to take a look. In the eight regions of the imperial domain, all the surnames are Luo. People only know that there is the Luo family, but they don't even know who the eight emperors of the Holy Mountain Sect are? It's not even a puppet emperor. No, but these three little bastards, alas!"

"what?"

They couldn't help being shocked. The other six people were stunned and hurriedly said: "Haodong, you... what did you say? Make it clearer, what's going on? Where did the Luo family come from, and why have you never heard of it? "

Glancing at them helplessly, Meng Haodong's face twitched and he let out a long sigh.

These old guys really have been curling up on the holy mountain, they don't know the changes outside, and they are not well informed at all. I thought it was enough to just stare at the annual tribute resources, but I didn't know that the three little brats outside were just like them, and they went out to do things like the holy mountain, which was simple and rude, and almost didn't ruin the reputation of the holy mountain.

Later, the Luo family took the opportunity to seize power, and they didn't know anything about it. It's really stupid like a pig!

After taking a deep breath and drinking another sip of tea, Meng Haodong told everyone what he had seen and heard in the eyes of everyone.

This time, the six old men were all stunned, but they soon turned into anger. Even the disciples of the Holy Mountain dare to be deceived. This Luo family is really unreasonable and does not want to live.

But they also didn't think about what the three disciples of the Holy Mountain had done in the imperial domain, and how many people died. They are still angry, cut...