Wen Xiao's voice also sounded from behind Chang Jun: "Cheng Hu, Mingtai, let you stay alive until the prince returns."
Cheng Hu's face was ferocious, his tone was ferocious, and his eyes were red: "Aren't you still willing to accept the reality? That is the peak of the Xuan Realm. Can Fang Hao really come back? Haha... What a bunch of idiots, risking their lives for a person who is destined to die today!
Is it worth risking the lives of countless masters in your respective sects?"
The last three words of Cheng Hu were shouted directly, and he seemed extremely excited. Because he was about to face death, many people had different reactions.
Tantai Wenxiao said in a calm tone: "He said that I am his wife. I will live or die. Do I need to consider so many things?"
Chang Jun suddenly came to the side, holding a spear and staring coldly at the two people who were captured by Tantai Wenxiao.
Another one of them, who was in the life and death realm, had been consumed by the three-headed dragon not far away. Although Cheng Hu and Mingtai were very strong in military affairs, their cultivation levels were only at the early stage of the Xuan realm. In front of Wen Xiao, they were not able to do anything at all.
No resistance.
Chang Jun looked at Tantai Wenxiao with a strange expression. As we all know, Tantai Wenxiao and Fang Hao had a marriage contract, but there was not even an engagement ceremony, and only after they got married were they really married.
At this moment, Tantai Wenxiao regarded herself as Fang Hao's wife, which seemed to make Chang Jun feel weird. Chang Jun held an iron gun and said calmly: "Why wait until the prince comes back, just kill them all, so that the prince will not see him and cause trouble."
Wen Xiao was indifferent and said calmly: "Kill the prince when he comes back. If the prince doesn't come, kill him for my mistress!"
Chang Jun suddenly looked towards the three-headed dragon on the side, and saw that the body of the master of life and death was torn into pieces piece by piece by the three-headed dragon, and then burned into ashes. At that moment, Chang Jun looked at Wen Xiao with a much more serious look.
A somewhat inexplicable look.
"good!"
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Rivers of blood flowed in the holy city, and part of the holy city was turned into ruins by the attacks of masters. At this moment, in the direction of Fancheng.
Two girls who were playing in the city lord's mansion, one of them, a childlike but extremely plump little beauty, suddenly changed her expression.
These two girls were none other than Zhao Moqing and Sima Ling'er who were staying in Fancheng.
"Sister Mo Qing, what's wrong with you?" Sima Ling'er, who was observant, asked doubtfully.
I saw Zhao Moqing showing a solemn expression that he had never seen before. With this seriousness, he really looked like he had grown up.
The next moment, Zhao Moqing dug out countless things from the treasure bag, including women's bellybands, obscene clothes, and a lot of strange things.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Moqing took out a transparent bead from inside.
The beads are glowing now, the light is very weak, but the longer it goes, the brighter the light becomes.
When the bead finally glowed red, Zhao Moqing suddenly shouted excitedly: "It's red!"
Sima Ling'er looked on with a puzzled face, and asked a little strangely: "What does red mean?"
"Danger!" Zhao Moqing's face was serious.
"What?" Sima Ling'er frowned, confused and confused.
"The Holy City is in danger, the Supreme Elder is sending me a message." Zhao Moqing's face was full of solemnity.
"Why are I sending you a message? Do you want us to run away?" Sima Ling'er asked nervously.
"It's a golden light, asking me to run away, and a red light, it seems to be asking me to save them." Zhao Moqing frowned outside, seeming to be thinking about it.
Sima Ling'er smiled bitterly and said, "Have you forgotten such a big thing?"
"It seems like this." Zhao Moqing slapped Sima Ling'er on the shoulder and said seriously: "You stay here. When sister comes back to pick you up, I will go and be the savior."
"Ah?" Sima Ling'er looked confused and couldn't help but said: "Sister Mo Qing, aren't you sick?"
Zhao Moqing's eyes suddenly widened: "You little girl, do you still want to be Brother Hao's wife? How dare you talk about me like that?"
Sima Ling'er suddenly blushed with embarrassment, but did not dare to speak.
"Sister is gone." Zhao Moqing walked out to the yard with a serious face.
Sima Ling'er was still puzzled. Although Zhao Moqing had inherited the divine mastery from his ancestor, it had not yet reached its peak. Not even the supreme elder of their beast-controlling sect could do anything about it. What could Zhao Moqing do?
At this moment, Zhao Moqing worked extremely hard to get a huge thing from the treasure bag.
It was a stone sculpture, a stone sculpture of a tiger.
Zhao Moqing's face was sweaty, and he quickly climbed up, sat on the stone sculpture, and shouted: "Drive!"
Immediately afterwards, the scene became awkward. The stone sculpture showed no reaction. Sima Ling'er couldn't help but want to laugh, but she looked embarrassed and embarrassed.
When Zhao Moqing saw no response, he rolled his eyes, patted his head instantly, and said with a smile: "I forgot something!"
I saw Zhao Moqing's expression suddenly solemn, even solemn, holding an inexplicable seal with his hand and muttering something in his mouth.
Immediately afterwards, Sima Ling'er watched in surprise as the stone sculpture slowly changed. The original stone quality receded, revealing the white striped fur...
Soon, it became a living white tiger, and it was also moving. The white tiger stretched its body, then looked up to the sky and let out a roar.
Zhao Moqing laughed and said: "It's fun, let's move that old dragon out next time!"
The experts who came to protect Zhao Moqing and Sima Ling'er after hearing the voice were all stunned at this moment.
But the next moment, the white tiger soared into the sky, and Zhao Moqing laughed excitedly.
Countless people in the courtyard were left stunned.
In the Holy City, on a tower, a noble woman held a bead in her hand and used the magical secret method of the Beast Control Sect to activate it, gradually turning it red.
It was Xue Xian, the Supreme Elder of the Beast Control Sect. Xue Xian looked at the storm in the distance with an extremely worried expression, and muttered: "I hope it's too late!"
Far away, in the void, the storm gradually dissipated, revealing two figures. Jiang Xingzhou was carrying one hand on his back, and the other was holding a short, bloody sharp blade.
The blood seemed to be flowing like a flame, falling drop by drop, but the hand was shaking faintly.
Jiang Xingzhou, who looked calm, was not calm at all, even shocked. He didn't understand how a person's body could be so powerful. How could he fight to this point with a being like him based on his physical strength alone.
Even though Fang Hao opposite him had several shocking wounds on his body at this moment, Jiang Xingzhou discovered that ordinary magic weapons could not easily hurt Fang Hao.
Only the divine blade in his hand could inflict serious damage to Fang Hao's body and make his wounds bleed continuously.
But even so, the knife in Fang Hao's hand was still gleaming with blood, and the high fighting spirit in his eyes had never been extinguished!
For a moment, Jiang Xingzhou was reminded of an era thousands of years ago in Kyushu, which represented the most powerful group of people in Kyushu—pure warriors! (To be continued)