Chapter 2018 (1/2)

A sword blows blood, and is finally put into the scabbard again by jishengyu. Fu Qingxue comes out of his mouth, his eyes sink, and he lies on the ground on the spot.

Seeing the blood flowing under her, Jisheng Yu's eyes narrowed slightly. Suddenly he grabbed her hair and flew out of the camp like a dead dog.

At this time, he did not know that behind a dark camp in the distance, the two men had already witnessed it.

”Master Moxian, he just killed Fuqing. Is that really OK?” In fact, Chu junran's heart is also dark, but when she thinks that Fu Qing is XuanZhen, she always feels a little uncomfortable.

In the same way, the ancestor of magic fairy and XuanZhen are deeply in love. Facing such a thing, his heart is even more miserable.

XuanZhen vowed to protect her daughter, and finally died in front of him, he did nothing, even did not go out to stop, I'm afraid XuanZhen in heaven, will not close his eyes.

But

”Compared with the descendants of the elder martial brother, the future of chenyao sword sect is more important. If only one person can be worthy of the elder martial brother and the Lord, I will choose the Lord.” With tears in his eyes, the immortal Laozu shook his head and walked into the camp.

Hearing the speech, Chu Jun was stunned to see where she was. She also had mixed feelings.

The loyalty of the six immortals of Northern Wilderness to Bai Chen was completely beyond her expectation, and this kind of reckless loyalty, I'm afraid, had the most direct relationship with Kexin at that time.

This is the so-called teacher's kindness is more important than heaven.

……

Although the immortal ancestor is heartbroken, he is also happy. Because of their talent, they are doomed not to follow Bai Chen for too long. Jishengyu is decisive, takes the overall situation into consideration, and has amazing potential. In the future, he will become Bai Chen's real help.

……

Qingzhou, because it is closest to the altar of Xinglan, has become the first choice of Baichen.

Here, in the streets and alleys, the disciples of Xinglan altar can be seen everywhere.

In an inn room, ye Jianxin knelt on the bed and closed his eyes.

The light of the light, like the water flow around him, the flow of the power, without a shred of pressure.

On the wooden table by the window, there are gold food, jade tie, good wine and food.

Xiao Liu is comfortable to learn from human beings. Sitting on a wooden box, he raises his two tiger claws and holds the wine cup. He drinks delicious.

See it this pair of greedy Cup appearance, white Chen helplessly shook his head, eyes swept to the street happened to pass several star haze altar disciples, eyes smile is strong.

”Bai Chen, I don't think this Xinglan altar has any real ability. Otherwise, let's kill it now. With Ye Jianxin, who can stop us?” Small six one swallow a plate of fat fish, babble babble.

Smell speech, white Chen smile: ”wait again.”

”Still waiting?”

Xiao Liu was obviously unhappy: ”I've been in the eighth level for a long time. Didn't you say that only killing can quickly precipitate the spiritual power in the spiritual source...”

”Even if you want to kill, it will take time for the spiritual power to precipitate. You guy, in such a short few years, you have soared from the first level of Warcraft to the eighth level, and you are not satisfied with the speed?”

”Bah, bah, bah, what a Warcraft! I'm a beast! No, it's the God

”Ha ha!”

White Chen immediately laughs out a voice, this small six, after the intelligence matures, unexpectedly also had the heart of defiant.