Chapter 1787 (1/2)

For her, the most important use of the former chaotic sky fire was to assist in alchemy and alchemy. At the critical moment, it could also dissolve the poison and save people's lives. However, it was only the chaotic sky fire in its infancy. How powerful should the chaotic sky fire be when it grows up?

Shen Yuhe just casually said that he didn't want to get to the bottom of the matter, and mu Hanyan didn't explain the origin of chaotic sky fire. After all, there is no concept of heaven and earth spirit fire in the holy land, and it may not be a good thing for her to spread it.

Shen Yuhe didn't ask more questions, which doesn't mean that other people don't have curiosity. He just saw the Lord's smile without saying a word, but no one dared to ask more questions. He just felt that the Lord's more profound and more respectful.

Soon, the crowd gathered around mu Hanyan and returned to the front of the temple. As he walked, Mutu was still thinking about the bloody battle just now. He danced with the pig killing knife in his hand, spilling some blood from time to time.

Both the Mu clan and the priest guards of Huayu Temple experienced this kind of war for the first time, and it was an incisive victory. They were excited and excited, and their high spirited fighting spirit and murderous spirit could not fade for a long time.

Seeing them getting closer and closer, long Wudang finally recovered a little, and his bloody face turned pale again.

The scene of the bloody battle just now seems to be still in front of his eyes. Now he finally remembers what Xiang qiuzhan is. He is known as the most ferocious, powerful and mysterious bandit in the history of the land of God. Xiang qiuzhan, who has no alternative to the five temples, together with thousands of murderous men, died one by one in Huayu city.

The battle of Huayu city is much bloodier than the battle between the priests. As long as you think of the flowing blood, the crisp sound of the sword cutting bones, and the screams of the bandits before they die, the dragon can't help but vomit, and his scalp is numb.

What kind of monsters are these people in Huayu city? The common people's guards are just there. Even the priests don't need magic power. They rush up and fight with people. The white knives go in and the red knives go out! Looking at that more and more close grinning face, long Wudang's feet began to flash.

God has proved that in fact, no one is grinning. At most, it's just laughing. It's just that with the blood on that face, it's really hideous.

”My Lord, what are you going to do with these guys?” Mutu grinned again, and danced with the pig knife in his hand.

Mu Hanyan took a look at Mutu, but she didn't know how to wipe the knife. She couldn't see the blood coming and going. However, considering the origin of this guy's pig killing, she probably didn't form any good habits, and she didn't bother to talk about him.

Looking at Mu Tu's gaping mouth and the bright pig knife in his hand, long Wudang almost collapsed to the ground.

Long Wudang trembled and waved his arm, a pile of all kinds of pills meteorite gold, and a few silver tickets appeared in front of him.

”What are you doing?” Mu Hanyan asked.

”Last time I hurt the person in your palace by mistake. I'm always sorry for it. I'm afraid I'll leave some hidden disease. So today I'm going to make a special apology. Please accept the silver elixir meteorite gold. If you offend me, please forgive me.” Long Wudang's heart is weeping blood, but his face is extremely flattering, like a pug.

Although he is the son of the chief priest, he is not the chief priest after all. His money and practice resources are also distributed monthly. It's hard for him to save some family wealth after all these years. Last time, he was mistakenly removed by mu Hanyan, and what he put in front of him is the remaining half. From then on, he is a complete pauper. But looking at the bright pig knife in Mutu's hand, he thought of the bandits who had just died under his hands. How could he care about money, elixir and so on.

Extraneous things are all extraneous things. Life does not bring them, death does not bring them. Long Wudang's heart sobbed and comforted himself.