Chapter 1217 The truth behind the death of Tushan Aruan

Huo Zhai.

Huo Yunzhen ordered Huo Qiang and Huo Chuan to send the three children upstairs to rest, without instructing anyone not to go downstairs.

The old house is particularly quiet tonight. If Qin Ruan were here, he would find that the barrier guarding such a large house has disappeared.

Twelve black shadows shuttled through Huo's house like ghosts. Following the familiar scent, they came to the outside of the small building where Mr. Huo lived.

Tonight, no one was guarding the small building inside and outside. Huo Yunqian was wearing comfortable home clothes and sitting on the sofa in the spacious living room.

His legs were crossed, and he wore silver-rimmed rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose. He was looking down at the surveillance screen on the tablet in his hand. He looked elegant and graceful.

Opposite Huo Yunqian sat Qin Ruan, who was petite and had a somewhat reserved look.

She didn't stick to Third Master as usual, she stayed away from him, as if she were avoiding germs.

When the twelve black figures outside the small building approached, Qin Ruan, who was sitting on the sofa and feeling uncomfortable, suddenly sat upright.

Huo Yunji raised his eyes, his gentle and affectionate peach blossom eyes reflected a sharp cold light of murderous intent.

His thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was cold: "Here we come."

Qin Ruan, who was sitting opposite, opened and closed his red lips: "Emperor, do you want to do it now?"

A familiar man's voice sounded from her lips, and it turned out to be Ming Tianheng's appearance as Qin Ruan.

Huo Yunqian lowered his eyes slightly, continued to stare at the tablet in his hand, and said in an indifferent voice: "Wait a little longer."

The surveillance outside could not capture the twelve black figures, so he threw the tablet aside.

Feeling the rich witchcraft power in the air, Huo Yunqian suddenly raised his hand and made a gesture of preparation to the underworld spirit standing behind him in the darkness.

The moment the twelve ancient ancestral witches broke into the living room, all the gods of the underworld headed by Chu Zifeng quickly pounced on him.

A bloody and fierce fight began.

Huo Yunqian and Qin Ruan, who were disguised as Ming Tianheng, sat motionless on the sofa, avoiding the witch Ji Shuzhen who was being chased by the gods of the underworld. With her flaming red lips, she walked towards the two of them sitting firmly in the living room with murderous intent.

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She has now awakened the witchcraft power of Hou Tu and is full of confidence in tonight's battle.

Tonight, the twelve ancient ancestral witches are hunting down Ah Ruan of the Tushan Fox Clan, and she will take the opportunity to get two children with an innate spiritual body and an innate Yinsha physique.

Having these two treasures will be of great help in expanding the power of the Wu clan in the human world in the future.

Ji Shuzhen stared at Qin Ruan sitting on the sofa, murderous intent was released from every part of her body, and the proud and arrogant look on her face seemed to have seen him die in her hands.

Just as she was approaching, a figure passed her first and came to Huo Yunqiang.

The other party's long hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin, and he bowed to the man sitting in the main seat on the sofa.

"Emperor, long time no see."

It is the second young master of the Fu family, Fu Yuheng, who was inadvertently inherited from the witch ancestor Di Jiang.

As early as the day he learned that the other party had the inheritance of the witch ancestors, Huo Yunji knew that sooner or later they would have to confront each other.

The other party's attitude was friendly, and Huo Yunqian was not stingy with his good manners. He nodded reservedly: "Long time no see, Second Young Master Fu."

Wearing a blue Taoist robe, full of scholarly scent, Fu Yucheng, a noble and ascetic person, showed a wry smile: "I really didn't expect that we would meet again in such a situation."

Huo Yunqian's pale lips were slightly raised, raising a lazy smile. His eyebrows were like ink paintings, his eyes were like stars, and he was full of alienated temperament, as if he didn't exist in a dream.

He lowered his eyes, adjusted his sleeves slowly, and asked calmly in a pleasant voice: "Since you are here, does it mean you have made a decision?"

Fu Yuheng nodded: "That's true."

Ever since the Twelve Witch Ancestors appeared, he was the only person present who had not taken action.

Ji Shuzhen didn't understand what riddle they were playing, and shouted at Fu Yuheng: "What nonsense! Kill Qin Ruan!"

The Twelve Witch Ancestors are a clan of witches that existed in ancient times. They are naturally physically powerful and possess immortality. They can devour the heaven and earth, control wind, water, thunder and lightning, move mountains and seas, and change the world.

Qin Ruan died in their hands a thousand years ago, and Huo Yunqian has a natural hatred for them.

Unfortunately, the twelve people in front of them received the inheritance of the witch ancestors. They are puppets in human skin and are not the real twelve witch ancestors.

Seeing Ji Shuzhen, who had received the Houtu inheritance, speak rudely, Huo Yunji waved his hand, and the other party's body fell to the ground like a broken object, and the body and the floor touched together, making a dull sound.

Ji Shuzhen screamed, and her beautiful face was distorted in pain.

However, she quickly recovered by relying on the witch ancestor inheritance she received.

She didn't dare to provoke Huo Yunqian anymore, so she stood up and rushed towards Qin Ruan, who was sitting motionless on the sofa, with her hands in the shape of claws, heading straight for her life gate to attack.

"You bitch! You really dare to attack me!"

Ming Tianheng could no longer pretend and felt the overwhelming murderous aura brought by Ji Shuzhen, so he got up and started fighting with him.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Ji Shuzhen knew that he had been fooled.

As the two fight, Ming Tianheng regains Pluto's extremely coquettish appearance.

Ji Shuzhen knew that Qin Ruan was not here at all, and she wanted to find him, but Ming Tianheng was too difficult to deal with.

Among the twelve witch ancestors, only Fu Yuheng did not take action, while the other eleven witch ancestors fought fiercely with the gods of the underworld.

At this time, Hu Yiyan, Ah Qing, Lan Yu, and Ling Feng arrived at the Huo family one step ahead of Qin Ruan.

Seeing the people fighting in the small building, they did not step forward to help, but focused on Huo Yunji, who was sitting firmly in the center of the room.

The other party was talking to an aristocratic man wearing a blue Taoist robe and full of scholarly atmosphere.

Hu Yiyan saw that the gods of the underworld in the underworld were clearly capable of defeating the twelve ancestral witches, but they seemed to be stalling for time and would not deal with them neatly.

Seeing that Qin Ruan was about to come back if he didn't put an end to the situation, he strode up to Huo Yunqian who looked calm and calm.

Hu Yiyan frowned and said in a deep voice: "Qin Ruan will be back in a while, how long are you going to let them delay?"

Huo Yunji had already seen the four people appearing, but did not take them seriously.

Now Hu Yiyan stepped forward to question him, and the third master raised his eyes and looked at him casually: "Of course I will drag him until Ah Ruan comes back. They killed me with their own hands a thousand years ago. This time they will naturally want Ah Ruan to fight back."

Back then, it was the Twelve Witch Ancestors who personally killed Ah Ruan, the princess of the Tushan Fox Clan.

In this life, only Qin Ruan can personally kill the twelve witch ancestors. Even if they are not their true bodies, only by destroying their souls can the death calamity that has lasted for thousands of years be broken.

Hu Yiyan's eyes widened slightly, and his voice increased uncontrollably: "How can Qin Ruan be able to withstand the witchcraft power of the twelve witch ancestors?"

Huo Yunqian looked lazy and careless, and said indifferently: "It's not like I'm here."

The gods of the underworld are entangled with the eleven witch ancestors just to consume their excessive witch power.

They are waiting for Qin Ruan's arrival to break this final life-and-death situation with their own hands.

This was the last thing Huo Yunji could do for her in this life.
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