"My sister has the qualifications of a Martial Saint and the inheritance of the Martial Saint of Burial Flower. If you hadn't deceived her under the guise of Burial Flower Wuhen, she would have lived a good life." Jiang Han stared at Su Changqing and said. Su Changqing nodded slightly. Jiang Han had a backup plan at the second and third peaks, a fast boat. If he had not appeared, the brother and sister would have been able to escape through Yunlong Lake during the battle at Yunlong Mountain. "Su Changqing, you can predict everything before the enemy. I have checked the files. Your rise is far faster than others imagined. You got the Xuantian Qi from Zhenwu Mountain, you got "Lingbo Weibu" from killing the red-blooded scholar, and you got "Lingbo Weibu" from Zhanxi. The factory is prosperous, and Yunlong Mountain has the inheritance of Hua Wu Sheng, "Vajra Indestructible Magic", "Nine Yang Magic", "Nine Yin Manual", "Yi Jin Jing"... every skill , others even have to pay countless prices, but they still haven’t gotten it.” "These opportunities are unique and rare in the world." "But even if you are invincible, I won today. I tried my best to let my sister enter the tomb of Dashang Wu." Jiang Han stood up, looked at Su Changqing, and said coldly. "She ascended, the ascension you dreamed of." When Su Changqing heard this, he was unfazed. He gently picked up the green grass on one side, played with it in his hands, and said calmly: "My original intention was to kill the thousand-year-old tree demon first. I know why I attracted Pudu Cihang later. ”
"Because I don't care, it doesn't matter whoever I kill first." "You also want my sister to shatter the void? I never thought that someone like you, with his hands full of blood and taking away the opportunities of those around him, would also have people who want to help. I really don't believe it." Jiang Han stared at Su Changqing and said. "Look at this." Su Changqing spoke calmly. He took out a petal from his sleeve and swayed in the air, crystal clear and brilliant. This is the last petal of Burial Flower Martial Saint, which he left to Jiang Xingxing. In addition, there is half a gourd of thousand-year-old stalactites, which is enough to make the world covet it. "Kill me. Above the five-story tower of Dashang's arsenal is the tomb of Dashang. If you go, you can see my sister for the last time." Jiang Han stared at the crystal petals, suddenly raised his head, looked at Su Changqing and said. He seemed to understand what Su Changqing was doing. Su Changqing suddenly stopped and turned to look at him, with sharp eyes and a calm tone: "Jiang Han, if I want to kill you, I can do it at any time!" He casually threw the petals on the ground, flying in the air with the wind, crystal clear, and slowly fell into the blue waves of Yunlong Lake. "Do you think I came here and talked to you so much to kill you? Looking for Jiang Xingxing?" Su Changqing said calmly. "You think too highly of yourself. I am waiting for Pudu Cihang." The voice was calm, but Jiang Han was shocked when he heard the words. He looked at the young man in front of him with two swords at his waist and white clothes stained with blood. His tone was calm without any fluctuation. The famous Marquis Chang Qing had supreme power and peerless grace. Even the brave and courageous Hou Zhu Wuwu was defeated in the hands of his opponent. "Plans in this world are nothing more than two words. If your strength is not enough, when you crush everything, you naturally don't need to plan carefully." Su Changqing said calmly. On top of the vast blue lake, something suddenly exploded, and a huge figure appeared, a thousand-legged centipede, roaring ferociously. Its body was dripping with blood, purple and strange, and the blood was sprinkled into the great lake. It roared in the sky, and its terrifying and huge figure made people shudder. Darkness instantly enveloped the whole world, as if it blocked the sky and the sun. It was pitch black and eerie, and the ominous and strange thing was like blood staining the people, steaming across the entire Yunlong Lake.
From the bottom of the water, several people came up. They were Qiao Feng, Murong Fu, Jiumozhi, Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo, Shangguan Haitang and others. There were many injuries on their bodies, and some were even almost dead. "If I don't attract Pudu Cihang, do you think Suzaku can stop it alone?" Su Changqing stared at Jiang Han and said calmly. Jiang Han was horrified in his heart, looking up at this terrifying thousand-legged centipede. These monsters have already become spirits and are really difficult to kill. Even if they don't die, they still have supreme power. If his plan succeeds, he can indeed open the tomb of Dashang Wu. But if Su Changqing had not lured Pudu Cihang, I am afraid that both Suzaku and Jiang Xingxing would be killed in his mouth! Jiang Han underestimated the terror of such thousand-year-old monsters. "Just a stupid woman." Su Changqing sighed softly and stepped forward. The earth roared, as if it echoed with the heaven and earth. He transformed into a golden man in an instant, stepped on his toes, and the entire ground was torn apart. He looked up to the sky and roared, his fists shining with golden light, incomparable and boundless, and smashed Pudu Cihang's entire 100-meter body into the water again. With a bang, one person and one centipede all fell into Yunlong Lake. The entire lake exploded and countless blue waves scattered. This scene was so splendid that Jiang Han's eyes widened and he was in a trance, unable to regain his senses. "I see, I wrongly blamed Su Changqing. He is cruel and ruthless, but he still cares about the people around him." Jiang Han thought in his heart and suddenly frowned. "Nonsense! When did my sister become so stupid?" Jiang Han said angrily. "She doesn't know much about the world, so why do you think she's such a fool? Who spread the rumor! How can my sister get married!?" "Donor Jiang, actually there are only a few people that my Lord Marquis cares about." Jiumozhi's robe was torn and his abdomen was bloody and bloody. He fell to the shore and sighed softly. Now, he was about to die. He was swept away by Pudu Cihang's Thousand Legs, and it was difficult for him to survive. This time, too many people died. Wang Chu, Murong Bo, and Xiao Yuanshan almost died, and Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong were even beaten to pieces. Among those present, only Shangguan Haitang, Qiao Feng, Gui Hai Yi Dao, Zuo Zixiong and Murong Fu could survive. "My Marquis traveled westward, from Wudang Mountain to Ziwei Mountain, and the horses he rode all the time were the horses of Donor Jiang's sister. I miss people when I see them. There are all pitiful people in this world, so how can my Marquis not be pitiful?" Although Jiumozhi was short of breath and pale, he was unwilling to let Jiang Han spread rumors about Su Changqing. "Su Changqing is famous all over the world. Women in the world can't wait to throw themselves into his arms. Why does he suffer?" Jiang Han frowned and asked. "My junior brother has had all the opportunities in the world, but his parents died at an early age and he became successful in the Zhenfu Division. The Jinyiwei itself is the largest sect in the world. How much suffering has he suffered step by step?" Shangguan Haitang was slightly injured and said softly. . On the side, Guihai Yidao broke one arm and held her hand tightly. "That's true." Zuo Zixiong said softly as the steel knife in his hand shattered. "Everyone in the world says that the Marquis of Changqing will be the same throughout the ages. A single word in Juxian Village determines life and death. How do you know about other people's sufferings?" Qiao Feng's eyes were filled with sadness and he couldn't help but whisper. "Donor Qiao has been practicing in the Shaolin Temple since he was a child. He seems to be well versed in Buddhism."
Jiumozhi heard the words and was filled with excitement. He looked at Qiao Feng with his hands clasped together and said in admiration. Murong Fu stared blankly at his father's body. Unlike Qiao Feng, he had grown up with his mother since he was a child. He had been influenced by Fu Guo and had never been favored by his father. "Haha, everything in this world is all fake. My Gusu family is famous all over Jiangnan and has great wealth. It is enough to become a rich man in Nanmurong, but I have to dream of rejuvenating the country. How can I do it? Not pitiful?" Murong Fu looked at his father dying, feeling desolate and staggering back. "Alchemist Murong Murong is also a poor person. I, Xijiumo, really feel the same way in my heart. Back then, the young monk received the teachings of Murong Lao Shi. Today, my old friend has passed away. It is really sad..." Jiumozhi stared, feeling sad. The crystal tears in his eyes fell from his cheeks, and he clasped his hands together and said. ............................. = || ; ({ mode: 'thumbs-feed-01', container: 'taboola-below-article-thumbnail---300x250', placement: 'Below article thumbnail-300x250' , target_type: 'mix' });