Eight hundred and fiftieth chapters former sisters
Yang Wanshan sighed: "It seems that we have been separated for too long, and you have long forgotten my original teachings. The pampered life of my ancestor for so many years has indeed changed your mentality. If things go on like this, how can you not become arrogant?
heart?"
"Master, we know we were wrong..." Ouyang Lie said in a very small voice, with a pleading tone.
"Forget it..." Yang Wanshan waved his hand heavily, "The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. In fact, I was also wrong. If Fellow Daoist Xia hadn't reminded me, I would have made the same mistake. You are right, I am indeed not Fellow Daoist Xia.
rival, and far inferior to .”
The Fifth Patriarch Ouyang suddenly looked at Xia Chen in astonishment. Although he had guessed in advance that Xia Chen might not be simple, and might be an eighth-level spiritual monk, he never expected that his master would be far less honest.
Inferior and far inferior are two completely different concepts. So how powerful is this young man?
Chen Mengzhu stood quietly next to Xia Chen. Only then did she realize what had happened. She felt lucky and happy at the same time. Without Xia Chen, even if she defeated the Fifth Patriarch Ouyang, she would not be able to gain any benefits. Instead, she might get into a huge disaster.
.
Even the eighth-level monk with supernatural power has to save himself in front of him. This is the man I want to marry... looking at his side face, Chen Mengzhu thought to himself.
Xia Chen was moved in his heart. Monks are also human beings, so they naturally care about face. Moreover, the more advanced a monk is, the more important he is about face. He is not as honest as others in front of his disciples. This Yang Wanshan does have some ambition, and he is worthy of being at the eighth level of supernatural power.
The fifth ancestor of the Ouyang family was devastated, lost the battle and humiliated, so he had to swear an oath of inner demons, and then returned to the seventh-level island dejectedly, preparing to move overseas.
In this way, Yang Wanshan did not let them go, and specifically asked them to announce the news before leaving. The Chen family took over and became the master of this sea area.
It's not that he tortured his disciples on purpose, it was just that if he wanted them to rise again, they had to withstand blows and hardships.
Xia Chen felt a little sorry. After Ouyang Wuzu left, he expressed his gratitude and asked Chen Mengzhu to pay a visit to Yang Wanshan.
Chen Mengzhu called Senior Yang obediently.
Yang Wanshan's eyes lit up and he sighed: "Brother Xia, if I say that you are convinced by your magical powers, I might be a little reluctant. After all, you are one level lower than me, but compared to your disciples, I am really convinced. Don't
Not to mention, the transparent spiritual body and talent of little fellow Taoist Yang are astonishing. I am not sure about anything else. His future achievements will definitely be above me."
Xia Chen and Chen Mengzhu couldn't help but feel quite proud when they heard his sincere praise. Especially Xia Chen, thinking that I bathed her with Yuanshi marrow every day. After soaking for more than half a year, even a stone should turn into a
Beautiful.
So Xia Chen said a few polite words, and then asked Yang Wanshan to take care of him in the future. Yang Wanshan naturally agreed without any hesitation.
Later, Xia Chen told Chen Mengzhu that he was going to Dream Continent with Yang Wanshan and would be back soon, so she didn't have to worry.
Chen Mengzhu's heart tightened. He almost blurted out, "Please take me there."
She didn't want to show her reluctance in front of Yang Wanshan, so as not to lose Xia Chen's face, so she gently promised that I understood, and then left.
Yang Wanshan glanced at her disappearing back with a deep look: "Brother Xia, it seems that your female disciple has a lot of affection for you."
Xia Chen calmed down and said with a smile: "Brother Yang is overthinking, she is my disciple."
Yang Wanshan laughed a few times and didn't want to say anything more. In his heart, there were many people who wanted to marry his disciples as concubines. For monks, this is such a normal thing. Why do you have to hide it? You are still young after all.
…
Shortly after the two people turned into light and left, a space ripple as thick as black as ink suddenly appeared strangely in the sky above the desert island, and then the space ripple expanded.
In the blink of an eye, the black space ripples gathered into a human figure.
This figure is slender and curvaceous. She is clearly a woman. She has shiny black hair and seems to be very beautiful. However, when the sun shines on her face, her face is covered with scars like scars.
The pattern looks shocking and unspeakably terrifying.
This woman is surprisingly Fang Jia, who has disappeared for more than ten years.
"If you are willing, I can make you more beautiful, even more beautiful than Chen Mengzhu." Lord Jiuyouming's thick and arrogant voice rang in her mind.
"Thank you Lord Ming, but no need. I like my current appearance very much. It allows me to remember the feeling of hatred all the time." Fang Jia said slowly.
Her voice was very sharp, like a knife cutting glass, and it had an extremely heart-piercing and uncomfortable feeling.
"I want to keep this appearance and let Chen Mengzhu take a good look at it. Then I will make her beautiful little face look exactly like mine. It would be a pleasure to see her sad and dying." She said slowly,
There was unforgettable hatred in his tone.
Lord Jiuyouming said: "I can't understand the feelings of you humans. Since you hate her so much, isn't it the best time to kill her when Xia Chen leaves just now? Why would you deliberately torture her and keep her alive?"
Fang Jia laughed nervously: "Lord Mingjun, you may not have heard of a saying in our world, which is that life is worse than death. Sometimes, letting a person die is far worse than letting her live without experiencing pain all the time.
It makes people feel more happy.”
"What's more..." she added, "if you can control her and let her kill your enemy Xia Chen with her own hands, it will not only save energy, but also allow these lovers who claim to be deeply in love to kill each other.
Does it make you feel happier too?”
Lord Jiuyouming was silent for a while, seeming to be thinking: "What you said makes sense, but this Chen Mengzhu is unnecessary for me. I hope you won't blind yourself because of hatred. What I want to deal with is Xia
Chen, if I can't get back the Nine Netherworld Patterns of my life in his body, I won't be able to re-form my body, and I won't be able to change the carrier. You are the only hope I have carefully cultivated over the years."
"I know, please rest assured, respected Lord Ming, I will not let you down." Fang Jia said sharply, "Xia Chen is also the person I hate the most, and your goals and mine are the same."
"It's good that you know." Lord Jiuyouming said, "Although you have become my puppet, you have also obtained the power I gave you. Now you are no less than an eighth-level magical monk. This is the foundation of your previous life.
It's an unimaginable height, and as long as I kill Xia Chen and I regain my body, I will soon become the strongest person in this world, and then you will be the number one person under me."
"Thank you Lord Ming for your arrangement. I will definitely live up to your expectations. Now let's control the lovely and beautiful girl Mengzhu, hahaha..." Fang Jia laughed crazily like a neurotic again.
With a flash of black light, she instantly turned into a black pattern and disappeared out of thin air.
Chen Mengzhu fled toward Chenjia Island listlessly. Xia Chen was not by her side for the first time, which made her feel empty.
Although she had left Xia Chen before, it was just a trial and the feeling was different from now.
Although she had long been able to stand alone in terms of courage and decisiveness, the attachment to Xia Chen in her heart lingered instinctively.
And she didn't know why. She always felt uneasy, as if something was about to happen.
Back on Chen Family Island, Chen Mengzhu called Chen Mengxing and several of the strongest second-generation disciples over, and then told him about the defeat of Ouyang Wuzu and the takeover of the Ouyang family.
Chen Mengxing and others were stunned. Things had changed too quickly. A few days ago, the Ouyang Family was still a mysterious and powerful seventh-level island in their eyes, but now it has become a lost dog and run away.
But there was no time to be surprised. Because Chen Mengzhu had already explained a series of things, they were quite busy.
Everyone on the Chen Family Island quickly mobilized, and everyone went into battle, preparing to welcome the new identity, new territory, and new members.
As an ancestor, Chen Mengzhu did not dare to assign tasks to her. Instead, she had nothing to do, so she planned to return to the manor to practice. She only digested and understood a very small part of the jade slips Xia Chen gave her.
She had just sat down cross-legged when suddenly, a ghostly female voice sounded directly in her heart: "Chen Mengzhu, my good sister, I haven't seen you for a long time, do you still remember me?"
Chen Mengzhu's expression changed drastically, and he stood up. His spiritual thoughts swept around him like a storm, but he didn't find any clues.
"There's no need to look for it. I'm not on Chen Family Island. If you want to know who I am, just come to the sea and look for me. I wonder if you dare?" The ghostly woman's voice gave a charming smile.
"Pretend to be a ghost." Chen Mengzhu sneered, and instantly turned into a ray of light and flew out.
A monk with the seventh level of supernatural power, who is invulnerable to all laws and immortal to evil spirits, will naturally not be afraid of such evil things.
The ghostly female voice reminded her of the direction from time to time. Chen Mengzhu remained silent and just flew to the place she said.
Half an hour later, Chen Mengzhu came to a sea area and slowly stopped hiding.
"This is right here, Chen Mengzhu, does it feel familiar? Can you guess who I am?" The ghostly woman chuckled.
Chen Mengzhu finally showed a look of shock: "Fang Jia, it's you. I can't believe that you are not dead."
She recognized that this sea area was exactly where she killed Fang Jia with a sword.
A Nine Netherworld pattern bloomed silently in the air a few feet away, and soon, Fang Jia's figure formed in the air, with a terrifying face, staring at Chen Mengzhu's stunning face.
"Chen Mengzhu, you are not the only one who has adventures, I also have them." Fang Jia gritted his teeth and said, "My adventures are better than yours, and the people behind me are more powerful than your Xia Chen, so I can put myself to death."
Afterlife."
Chen Mengzhu looked at her warily, her mind kept scanning over her, but she could never detect Fang Jia's current state, but she said lightly: "Fang Jia, you have always been jealous of me, and you are still like this now.
Don't I doubt you? Your appearance of being neither a human nor a ghost can be considered an adventure? Even if you are not dead, you must have paid a heavy price."
"Haha... I do." Fang Jia laughed crazily, "No matter how high the price is, as long as it makes you suffer and makes you inferior to me, I will be happy. Chen Mengzhu, you have always been on top of me. You are worse than me." You are more courageous and luckier than me. Even if you save a man, you are only willing to help you. Why do you? Why do you get more than me? Today I will let you get more than me. It’s all in vain!” (To be continued…)