"Awei..." The old patriarch of the Wumen Sect suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs.

Xiang Queyi's murderer was too fast and did not give him any chance to persuade him. He simply turned around and broke the neck of the Wumen Master, who was exactly the same as a splatter of blood in five steps.

Xiang Que pulled his hand back, and his fist creaked: "Is there anything wrong with killing him? I came to ask for help from thousands of miles away, and asked for help with my relationship. If you can't cure, you can tell me, I will turn around and leave, but you don't need it.

If you can't cure me, you can cheat me. Money is a trivial matter. How can you calculate if you put a curse on my daughter? Don't you want money, do you want human life?"

The leader of the Wumen clan stared with red eyes, looked at the corpse of his grandson lying on the table and felt completely disappointed. The white-haired man sent a black-haired man, Xiang Que twisted the Wumen master's neck, which was equivalent to breaking their family.

The incense.

The old patriarch sat dejectedly on the chair, unable to say a word, Xiangqian killed someone, but as he said, there was nothing wrong with killing, his grandson was just trying to die, and this matter was too inauthentic.

It's right.

"I won't take back the five million. I think it's your grandson's life-buying money. If you want to take revenge, you can find the Lingnan Wang family and they can find me. I will accompany you at any time, of course, unless you want the Wumen to cut off the inheritance,

I'm anxious, I'll kill you all over the Wu Sect." Xiang Que stood up slowly, and the soul of the young master of the Wu Sect slowly rose from him.

Xiang Que stretched out his hand and put his soul into the sword, turned around and walked outside.

"Don't kill enough, do you want him to lose his soul?" The old patriarch gritted his teeth and said, "You have killed all the people, what else do you want? Hand over my grandson's soul. We admit this matter. If we don't, we will not.

The witch sect leader curses you for generations. Even if I fight my life, I will curse you with the witch sect's witchcraft for a lifetime."

Xiang Que stood at the door and paused, saying, "After I remove the death spell, I will naturally release his soul. If it cannot be solved, he will not even have the chance to reincarnate...

··As for you want to curse me? You can try to see if you can curse me. I am not even afraid of being entangled with a hundred ghosts, and I am still afraid that you will not be able to make a mere witch sect?"

Xiang Que is not afraid of the Wu Sect at all. He blinded the numerology of Tianji and could make the Wu Sect curse unable to start!

The leader of the Wu Sect sighed, and he was really saying what he had said before!

Outside Wumen, beside Hongshui River, the scenery is beautiful.

Xiang Que gently put Wan Wan on the ground, and the child struggled with his hands and feet making a babbling sound. Originally, this should be a child full of crying and wise eyes, but the two strange whites in her eyes made Wan Wan Wan

Added a hint of thriller.

"Swish" the long sword was pulled out and inserted into the ground. Then the soul of the young master of the Wumen floated out of the sword. At this time, his soul looked extremely miserable. The six battle souls in the sword were ordered by Xiang Que to serve this person.

The young master of the Wu Sect who is unknown.

Xiang Que said lightly with his hands behind his back: "Have you heard of the eighteen tortures of Purgatory? If you haven't heard of them, you can refer to the top ten tortures in the Qing Dynasty. Torturing people can make people worse than death. I wish I could bite my tongue and commit suicide. I have good luck.

If you bite your tongue, you can die. If you are not lucky, you will have to continue to be punished. This is the punishment in the world, but there are eighteen kinds of tortures in the underworld. I can let you first appreciate one of them, and be bitten by evil spirits.

You can try sour and refreshing first"

"Pa" snapped his fingers towards Que, and a ray of war soul floated out of the sword and rushed straight towards the terrified young master of the Wumen.

"Roar" the battle soul opened its bloody mouth covered with sharp teeth and bit the soul of the Wumen Master in one bite, like a wild wolf eating prey, tearing it hard.

"Ah......" The young master of the Wumen was so cruel that he was hoarse. His eyes were full of horror, fear and panic, and boundless fear.

"Let me go, let me go, Xiang Que, I'm afraid, I'm afraid." The young master of Wumen howled regretfully: "Let me go, you can do whatever you want, Xiang Que, what do you want, what do you want

You said it”

"I'm really scared? What have you done long ago?" Xiang Que said in a very plain tone: "Give people money and people to eliminate disasters. If you collect the money, the disaster will not be eliminated. I'll give me a stick. I won't vent on you.

How could I quell the fire?”

"I know what you want, Xiang Que, I will solve it, I will unlock the death spell on that child, I will solve it, you can let me go"

"Pa" Xiangque snapped his fingers again, and the battle soul returned to his position.

"I'll let you go back to the Wu Gate and wait for reincarnation. If you use tricks, I will lock you into the purgatory of the underworld, and suffer eighteen tortures every day, and will last forever forever," said Xiang loudly.

At this time, the young master of the Wumen had already regretted breaking his intestines. Don’t be greedy in everything. A knife on the word "sex" and a sword on the word "greed" will cause you to suffer even more than a person's life.

The young master of the Wumen regretted it, and Xiang Que also regretted it. He regretted that he was blindly ill and rushed to seek medical treatment, and almost sent Wan Zhong into the abyss.

Those who treat others will not treat themselves!

A day later, Xiang Que left Dahua Yao County with his children.

From Hangzhou to Nanjing to Qiannan, and finally to Guangxi, Xiangque worked hard many times along the way, but he had been seeking the problems of Wanwan without success.

Finally, he was cheated in Yao County, and Xiang Que realized that he could not do anything good.

Two days later, Xinjiang, Tianshan Mountains, Xiangque entered Tianshan Mountains with his child wrapped in a thick leather jacket.

The last time he parted with the old Taoist, he left from Gujingguan and went to Jingci Temple in Tianshan to look for his sunset red, but he never returned.

Jingci Temple in Tianshan is a nunnery. Like Gujingguan, Xiangque doesn’t know much about it. He only knows that Jingci Temple is in the middle of Bogda Peak in Tianshan. The mountain has a high altitude and low temperature all year round.

The people are rarely visited and the environment is quite harsh.

In order to worry about Wanwan's body, Xiang Que entered Tianshan and went up Bogda Peak and kept rushing all his strength. He was afraid that he would be delayed on the road for a long time, and Wanwan's body would not be able to withstand the harsh climate of Tianshan Mountain. Bogda Peak.

The altitude is 5445 meters, and the snow has not melted all year round since it is over 3800 meters. It looks like a vast white area.

Jingci Temple is located nearly three thousand meters away from Bogda Peak.

From morning to morning, it will be dark.

Xiang Que has been at a fast marching speed. He has never stopped apart from feeding his breasts for more than ten hours.

He was afraid that he would not be able to bear it after the delay. Despite such a high altitude and low temperature, his little face had begun to turn white, his breathing was rapid, and he had obvious altitude sickness.

Xiang Que had to continuously use his own energy to transport it into his complete body so that she could support it.
Chapter completed!