Chapter 907 (1/2)

That face When the ghost emperor witch takes off the golden mask again.

Seriously injured, Chen Mu lingers on the side, and his eyes are about to burst.

How? What is the ghost's as like as two peas?

Is that a coincidence or?

The ghost Emperor Wu has been famous for several years, but few people on the mainland have seen his true face. However, on a more detailed calculation, it is also the time when Fengxin left Beiqing palace and Fengfu rose.

What's more, ye Lingyue just said that she had made a marriage with Fengxin. She also said that her affairs with Fengxin and Wuzhong did not care about other people's affairs.

Wu Chong went crazy and slaughtered the Hunyuan clan because he was Fengxin.

The headmaster caught his fiancee.

The underground Yandian and the most affluent Fengfu of the mainland's largest dark forces all belong to Fengxin.

Chen Mu was frightened by the big secret.

But he always thought that Fengxin was a waste.

Chen mu, you are a complete fool.

Chen Mu pressed the wound, but the blood still kept coming out of his fingers, dyed his hands red, and looked at ye Lingyue and Wuzhong.

At this time, they only have each other in their eyes.

Ye Lingyue's dimple is like a flower. Her beautiful face has a touch of happiness. Because of her height difference, she raises her head slightly and looks like a bird's-eye.

Wu Chong's cold face was covered with soft light. He gazed at the little woman in front of him, as if she were the only one between heaven and earth.

They just looked at each other like this. They were so forgetful that there was no barrier between them and they couldn't get into other people.

Chen Mu only felt more pain, the pain was not the wound, but his heart.

None of them paid attention to ye Lingyue's meeting with Wu Chong.

The door of the mausoleum has been completely opened.

The door was open in darkness, and in the mausoleum, there was a sacred incense, either bright or dark.

”Jie Jie Jie, what a scene of Lang Qing Qi Yi. It's a pity that I'm going to beat mandarin ducks today.”

Accompanied by a arrogant voice, there was a loud noise from the tomb.

It was like being cut by a knife in the air, and a figure came out of the tomb.

Wu Zhong and ye Lingyue are alert and look at the source of the sound.

It was an old man. He was dressed in a black and white robe, with snow-white beard and hair, high cheekbones and narrow forehead, and his eyes were cold and aloof.

At the side of the elderly, strong yuan force fluctuations spread.

”Laozu, it's good that you come. You must be the leader of the Hunyuan sect. The leader and other disciples are all dead.”

Seeing the old man, Chen Mu's originally dead eyes glowed with hope again.

He crawled to the bottom of the Hunyuan ancestor, tearful and tearful. He recounted the story that the leader was killed by Wu Zhong in order to catch ye Lingyue.

The more he listened, the more ugly he looked.

When he learned that there was only Chen Mu left, the Hunyuan ancestor was no longer calm.

”Son of a bitch, how dare you kill my Hunyuan family! How dare you destroy the foundation that I have laboriously preserved for thousands of years. ” When the Hunyuan ancestor was still on the mainland of Qingzhou, he was a great power. Even the three clans sold him a little face when he was there.

Over the years, he has worked hard to cultivate the Hunyuan sect. Who would have thought that he would be destroyed by Wu Zhong. Rao was a God for many years, and his cultivation was beyond ordinary people, and he was very angry.

”Are you the Hunyuan ancestor? You come just in time, Ling Yue's light amulet ban, but you set it quickly get rid of it. Or I'll make your grandfather an old tortoise. ”

Witch said, the body of the demon force released, the air around the body twisted up.