The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 367 Xianjun kills his wife to prove the way (24)

  Heaven is permanent, but life is impermanent.

  If you never put heaven in your eyes, then you are destined to be reduced to thunder and ashes.

   But if you care too much about whether you can survive under the heavenly path, and therefore tremble, like walking on thin ice, this kind of over-fear mentality will naturally not be able to truly become a warrior trained under the heavenly path.

  Respect and fearlessly answer this, maybe not so thoughtful, but the truth is true.

  Even Shuanghan Sword Spirit was surprised by Su Qinghuan’s straightforwardness.

   Just when Jian Ling was worried that Su Qinghuan would come to death by another divine thunder, he saw countless familiar figures suddenly turned into the horizon.

  There are Su Qinghuan’s parents.

  Xinghe Zhenjun and Fuyu Fairy.

  There is also Su Qinghuan’s former fiance, Jun Wuchen.

  The three of them sometimes smiled, sometimes glared at each other, and the real can no longer be real.

   Just when the sword spirit was afraid that Su Qinghuan could not control him during the questioning level, he saw that Su Qinghuan's expression was extremely calm, and he took the bundle of immortal cables and directly cut off the three figures with his sleeves.

   "Why are you not affected."

  Tian Dao smashed down the mixed sound.

   "Since it is false, why should we be affected?"

  Su Qing's smile remained unchanged, and her expression was always open. If it hadn't been for the robes to be chopped into rags at this moment, and the whole body was scorched and bleeding, maybe her smile was more friendly.

   "Jun Wuchen is the one I want to kill, and my parents are the ones I want to avenge, but whether it is to retaliate or to avenge, it is impossible to let the three phantoms affect me!"

  Does not wait for any reaction from Tiandao.

  Su Qinghuan stretched out his hand suddenly.

   "I, Su Qinghuan, swear by my future immortal journey that even if I die today and enter the six reincarnations in the future, I will definitely kill Jun Wuchen, the scum of the murder of his wife and proving Dao by the sword!"

  The female voice is majestic, because she is using Xiantu to make a bet or swears by her self, and several thunder catastrophes slammed Su Qinghuan again.

   However, these few thunder tribulations were far inferior to Su Qinghuan’s previous tribulation of asking Tao and Xiu Xin.

  It doesn’t matter if it looks like it’s just tickling.

  However, after about a cup of tea, Su Qinghuan’s voice began to reverberate between heaven and earth.

"how come……"

  Sword Spirit Shuanghan saw the vision of the oath that day, and couldn't help but utter a shock.

  ——Su Qinghuan specially took the name of the daughter of the sword-bearing elder of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect to speak, and what she had promised was her destiny, and she could be recognized by the Dao of Heaven.

  Is this Su Qinghuan also the former Su Qinghuan?

  Isn’t she really the evil cultivator who came from taking her home?

  Thinking that Su Qinghuan might be the original woman, Shuanghan Sword Spirit felt uncomfortable inexplicably.

  Although he had never had any special feelings about the former ice sister, but he only thought that she was pitiful and too stupid. For an unworthy man, his eyes were almost blind.

   But now I have been told that this little fox in front of me can also swear his life. Does she also have a place for Jun Wuchen in her heart?

  It is said that love is weaker than hate.

  Hate lasts longer than love.

  Is this the reason why after she was born again, even if she promised to re-enter the Six Paths of Reincarnation, she still wanted to chase and kill Jun Wuchen?

  ……

   At the moment when Frost Han Sword Spirit was a little uncomfortable, he saw the thunderclouds suddenly disappear from the horizon.

  Thousands of spirit birds flew again, hovering beside Su Qinghuan, like a sign of auspicious blossoms.

   "You really have formed a Nascent Soul..."

  The young sword spirit couldn't care about the grievances in his heart at this moment. In an instant, a few phantoms moved, and in a blink of an eye they came to Su Qinghuan's side.

  His voice is much harder and a little more solemn.

   "Congratulations, in the future, you will also be one of the rare young generations of Nascent Soul in Canglan Continent."

  To be precise, Su Qinghuan’s cultivating achievements are second only to Jun Wuchen among the younger generation.

  If others knew that she was almost dead, and re-consolidating her pill in only twenty years, she would be even more surprised than Jun Wuchen’s talent.

  After all, most people who have suffered setbacks have suffered damage to Dao Xin during the tribulation, and they simply cannot carry the experience of asking the heart.

  Su Qinghuan knew in her heart that she also took advantage of her powerful spirit.

  If her mental strength were not hundreds of times stronger than that of the original owner, I’m afraid she would be the first one to be unable to hold it back when facing the illusion of True Monarch Galaxy and Fairy Fuyu.

  The memory of the original owner was instilled into her. In a certain sense, Su Qinghuan's empathy ability is also very strong.

  The most regrettable thing in the original owner's life was not that he died under Jun Wuchen's sword.

  It was that the dregs unexpectedly combined with Luo Xun'er to trick her parents into letting the two Taoists who should have been at ease for a lifetime fall for a marrow-washing spirit grass.

  ……

  The Frost Han Sword Spirit swept through Su Qinghuan’s somewhat fragmented vestments, and he didn’t think it was too far away.

  But at this moment, seeing the girl's exposed skin, he couldn't help but make his ears red a bit.

  After Su Qinghuan formed the Nascent Infant, the blood and mud all over his body would automatically dissipate.

  But this vestment is already in tatters, and there is no chance even to repair it.

  ……

   "Where is your rags and rags look like a powerful element, don't you hurry up and change to a new set of clothes?"

   Shuanghan Sword Spirit showed a very disgusting expression, but his somewhat cramped look revealed the uncomfortableness of the young man.

  Su Qinghuan didn’t understand what Frost Han Sword Spirit was shy about. Although Frost Han Sword Spirit looked like a man, to her, Frost Han Sword Spirit was more like the existence of System 233, just a pure experience partner.

   "Okay, do you dislike me so much?"

  Su Qinghuan saw that Shuanghan Sword Spirit didn't even give herself a straight look, and thought that the other party was so proud of her that she was picking things up.

However, when she was in a coma, the Frost Han Sword Spirit carefully protected her and expelled the spirit beasts, and consumed her spiritual power to repair her various meridians, she was quite polite to the Frost Han Sword Spirit, and she did not deliberately embarrass the other party. Move.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan and Shuanghan Jianling have not yet left the Chaos Secret Realm, so naturally they don’t know that the outside world has become a mess of porridge.

  Because Su Qinghuan used her natal vow to make a bet, saying that she would never die with Jun Wuchen, within a range of nearly a thousand kilometers, she began to broadcast her voice when she swore the vow.

  The cultivators of Canglan Continent looked sideways, wondering if their ears had misheard them.

   "The Qinghuan Fairy of Ten Thousand Sword Sect is actually alive?"

   "God, she actually said she wants to die with Jun Wuchen, aren't they an unmarried couple?"

"You didn’t hear, when Fairy Qinghuan swears, he emphasized that Jun Wuchen was shameless and used his wife-killing testimony to complete his own path of cultivation? Unexpectedly, the dignified Taiqing Sect’s chief facade was so filthy and unbearable. Not as good as the people in the Demon Cult!"

  ……

  Jun Wuchen and Luo Xun'er had finally arrived in front of Wanjianzongzong's gate, and wanted to hand over invitations to pay respects to Su Qinghuan’s parents.

  However, before submitting the invitation, I heard the voice vowing to kill.

  The invitation in the hands of the man fell to the ground with a bang.

  (End of this chapter)