What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

Chengyang Muqiu raised his voice and ordered: "Jing Cen!"

The new head of Jing still obeyed the words of the master, and as soon as Chengyang Muqiu finished speaking, he heard the voice to identify his position, and stood up, followed by his juniors, and went straight to Shifangsha go.

But Shifang Cha came prepared this time, anticipating the tricks of Jing Cen and others, and said while flashing: "Patriarch Chengyang, why is Master Jing so anxious? Some things cannot be avoided after all."

Chengyang Muqiu still held Yinrong's hand with such force that Yinrong frowned slightly, but he let him hold it and did not break free.At this moment, countless monster races appeared out of nowhere in the crowd, and they deliberately showed half-monster appearances in order to show their identities.

"W-what's the matter?"

"There are still Yaozu wearing Wuliangzong's school uniform?"

The disciples of Wuliangzong's main school were also panicked for no reason, only Fan Guhong's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Shifangcha! What do you mean?"

Due to a sudden change, Shifang Sha escaped temporarily and let the little demons guard him. With misty blue eyes shining brightly, he said with a half-smile: "Everyone, don't you want to know the relationship between Wuliangzong and us?" ? You can see a thing or two by looking at those little monsters wearing Wuliangzong school uniforms."

Fan Guhong: "You—! Don't talk nonsense!"

Shifang Sha made a "pause" gesture to all the monks, "Everyone, please be safe and calm, can you allow me to finish my sentence?"

Jing Cen and the others looked for their master with their eyes through the crowd. Chengyang Muqiu nodded slightly to him, while the head of Fang and the elders of Wan Jianzong also stopped their hands, and Shifang Sha flew up. , landed on the high platform that Fan Guhong built for the blessing ceremony, he tiptoed to the ground, hooked a chair, sat down lazily, and looked down at the crowd: "Think about it, my lords, Wuliangzong set up checkpoints at the boundary markers, but let With so many monster races mixed in, is it possible that the dignified Wuliangzong are all sacks?"

He laughed loudly, "As you can imagine, Wuliangzong and our Yaozu have cooperated for a long time."

Fan Guhong never expected that even his "allies" were violent.

Up until now, Fan Guhong had given up on quibbling, and smiled angrily: "Shifangcha, what exactly do you want to do? Today, all the great powers of the sects are gathered here, aren't you afraid of death?"

Shifang Sha glanced at him sideways: "Wuliangzong helped me, but we also helped you drive the ancestor Chengyang out of power. We just got what we needed. But don't forget, Wuliangzong used the demon pill How many monster clans have been harmed by using medicine, and Xiangmei settled accounts with you back then, so let’s expose it for now, but I am not willing to be with you, a heartless villain like you."

Very good, after being ruthlessly reprimanded by fellow Taoists, and scolded by the monster race again, Fan Guhong's blood surged again, and he felt that his future was ruined, and the Gao Jie people who had been working for many years were ruined in one fell swoop.

Shifang Sha continued: "As for today, why I dare to show up in front of you masters is naturally because... I came prepared."

As he spoke, he got up suddenly, jumped off the stage, and pushed away the crowd. The monks didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, and all of them showed their weapons on guard, but several swords were mercilessly knocked away, and injured others. After the master, no one dared to act rashly anymore, and even voluntarily gave up a passage leading directly to Chengyang Muqiu.

Just when everyone thought that this big monster was about to say something to the ancestor of Chengyang, Shifang Cha suddenly knelt down on one knee, made a big salute, and said in his mouth: "Young master! The subordinates welcome the young master, Please young master come out of the mountain."

Everyone stared at Yinrong, Yinrong was a little at a loss, he was still wearing a hood, his hand was still held by Chengyang Muqiu, and on his thin white wrist, there was a colorful rope with gold and red threads .

Chengyang Muqiu was surrounded by hunting winds, which belonged to powerful coercion, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, making people unable to breathe. Dong Liu, Lan Zhi and others who were closest to him were the first to be forced to kneel under the pressure. land.

At this time, all the sects and factions present also suddenly understood that Chengyang Muqiu was threatened by them back then, maybe he just followed the trend and had other plans, not because he was afraid of them-with his ability, how could anyone in this world Who will he be afraid of?

Those with higher cultivation bases can still use their strength to resist silently, while those with lower cultivation bases are forced to grab the land with their heads everywhere. When Chengyang Muqiu finally subdued the coercion, they saw clearly that Shi Fang Sha has been strangled by his throat.

Shifang Sha is a wolf monster with a tall human figure, but in the hands of Chengyang Muqiu, he has no strength to struggle, but he is not afraid of being caught, on the contrary, he is even more arrogant, laughing loudly: "Chengyang Heng! Haha Hahahaha! Kill me if you have the guts, you should have guessed it a long time ago, otherwise you would have done it to me, why wait until today?"

Then, everyone watched helplessly, the old ancestor Chengyang, who was hard to meet, had veins all over his face, but he gritted his teeth and let him go slowly.

"!"

Shi Fangsha coughed twice, then continued to laugh wildly: "The demon king Xiangmei is so cruel. He is the master of the glacier. Wherever he goes, he is frozen for thousands of miles, and no grass can grow. You mere human race, how dare you wantonly kill my people? will forgive you."

Shifang Chading looked at Yinrong, gradually withdrew his smile, and whispered almost piously, "My lord, come back."

Silver Velvet's hairs stood on end, and his first reaction was to grab Chengyang Muqiu's hand, but his arm weighed a thousand catties, and he couldn't lift it no matter what.Yinrong felt very uncomfortable, as if he was being burned by fire. In order to relieve this anxiety, he instinctively resorted to cold wrapping.

His vision became blurred, and he could only hear screams of panic. Yinrong seemed to see many people who hadn't escaped in time being frozen, as if someone showed a grim face at him, and heard "monster" and "kill him" in his ears. ", as if he saw Chengyang Muqiu's horizontal sword standing in front of him again...

chaos.

too messy.

Yinrong tried hard to sort out all this, but his eyes became very blurred, and gradually he couldn't see anything clearly. When his vision became clear again, he seemed to have fallen into a chaotic dream.

Nothing has changed.

It was that dream again, where he transformed into a demon king and ordered his subordinates, the little demons, to slaughter the city.

Yinrong was very scared in his heart, but he couldn't help but follow the development of the dream, and killed people again, bleeding and drifting, and corpses were scattered all over the field. He stood on the top of the thousand snow mountains, overlooking the ant-like human race, and the corners of his lips curled up. sneer.

'All go to hell. ' Silver Velvet murmured.

But I didn't think so in my heart.

'don't want! Yinrong thought, please don't, stop now, please, no, please myself!I don't want to die in the hands of brother Muqiu again.

But the dream doesn't depend on his will at all.

Chengyang Muqiu, who came with a sword in his hand, went up the mountain, dressed in black clothes and full of killing intent.Yinrong yelled "No" in his heart, but he couldn't help but fight Chengyang Muqiu.

Not surprisingly, I experienced death again.

However, this time, before Yinrong was "dying", he fought for a little control of his body, he tilted his head hard, and saw his own reflection in the pool of blood.

With sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, majestic and dignified, there is no resemblance to her own appearance.

"Chengyang Heng, the situation is so clear now, that vixen is the son of the demon king! He is going mad and killing people now, seeing that you are not surprised at all, you must have known it a long time ago? Are you too small to be upright? Why didn't you kill him? Instead, you still protected him?" Fan Guhong spoke righteously, but he didn't hide his gloating.

Chengyang Muqiu glanced over, and said expressionlessly: "I have rebelled against the sect, and what I have done has nothing to do with the Taiwei Realm."

Now the scene is chaotic, some of the monks present are running around, some are fighting with the monsters, some are injured by the frenzied silver fleece, and are frozen in place by the cold, some cast spells to rescue the frozen companions , There are also people who take advantage of the fire to rob and eradicate dissidents.

Fan Guhong fanned the flames: "Don't lie to me with those nonsense words of yours! So what if my Wuliangzong has connections with the demon clan? That's nothing compared to your Chengyang ancestor protecting the remnants of the demon king!"

But as soon as the words fell, Fan Guhong felt a monstrous killing intent.

But in the blink of an eye, Chengyang Muqiu had come close, and the long sword directly knocked Fan Guhong's sword into the air!When the two confronted each other, Fan Guhong had a bloody hole in his heart. For a cultivator, the lifeline is in the dantian, not in the heart, but one can imagine how uncomfortable the heart injury is.

Chengyang Muqiu turned sideways in disgust, avoiding Fan Guhong's bloody body, and said to him word by word: "Yinrong is not the remnant of a demon king, he is the Taoist companion of this deity."

Fan Guhong was short of breath, felt his hand raised up involuntarily, and gradually moved towards his chest, he couldn't help panicking: "Chengyang Heng, you, you want to kill me? You have such a trick!"

For more than three hundred years, Chengyang Muqiu devoted himself to developing the Taiwei Realm. Although he had constant conflicts with Wuliangzong, he had never had a life-and-death battle with Fan Guhong.

Only then did Fan Guhong realize what it means to be "like an immortal" and what is meant to be "different in the same realm of transforming gods".

Chengyang Muqiu wanted to kill him, but it was just a piece of cake. He just wanted to restore the teacher's school, and he always put "the overall situation first".

Chengyang Muqiu forcibly manipulated Fan Guhong's hand by using the method of giving spirits to dead objects, causing him to dig into his wound, making his flesh become more and more bloody, almost crushing his heart.

But Chengyang Muqiu said: "I don't want your life, now is not the time."

During such long torture, Fan Guhong was sweating profusely: "You, you, you have such ability, why don't you stop Shifangsha, your vixen concubine's... matter, it must have something to do with him."

"Of course it's because he can't." Shifang Sha appeared at some time, looked at Fan Guhong's bleeding wound with appreciation, and boasted, "The old ancestor's methods are really ingenious."

He also said: "Not only can he not kill me, but he also wants to protect me well. Since the last time the spirit ring of the Lao Shizi fell, it has been unable to seal the young master. It will be a matter of time before he goes berserk again, you all think It was my means, in fact, with Patriarch Chengyang protecting him, what can I do? But the time is up."

Yinrong had temporarily stopped "going crazy" at this time, and stood there in a daze, the hood on top of his head fell off, and the disguised human skin mask also fell off a little, curling up ferociously, revealing the tender white flesh inside, and the fox ears also fell off. When he came out, his long hair was like a waterfall, spreading down to his waist. He tilted his head slightly, as if he was looking at something suspiciously.

Chengyang Muqiu put a barrier around Yinrong to prevent others from rushing in and hurting him. Amidst the noise of fighting, the fox-eared boy remained alone, as peaceful as the calm before the storm.

"Once the young master awakens, his fate will be connected with the new leader of the monster clan—that is, me. We are both monster clans, and we are connected with each other," Shifang Sha approached Chengyang Muqiu, "You are reluctant to go to this seat." die."

Chengyang Muqiu looked at him quietly, and stated: "Yinrong is not a young master at all. It's a sharp blade left by Xiangmei to you. Even if he dies, he won't let me, the one who slaughtered him, be willing to let me go." family murderer."

Shi Fangsha was stunned, and immediately admitted generously: "As expected of the ancestor Chengyang, you can see it so quickly, but so what? Hahahaha, the sharp blade of my monster clan has become your weakness, Dawangquan!" If you know, you will wake up with a smile."

Chengyang Muqiu: "He is not a sharp blade, Yinrong is my lover."

The scene was chaotic, two tall men stood in the boundless blood, confronting each other like beasts vying for territory, Shifang Sha said confidently: "Why do you think it's not important, once the rampage starts again, there is no way to stop it!" Solution, unless you kill him, hahahahahaha! Are you willing?"