After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

"Fuck your mother!"

Before others answered, Daojun Tianhe first exploded, "When I waited to be scared?"

Chang Wu caressed her palm:

"It's extremely, extremely, you just touched your tongue, and asked me to wait until the person was handed over, but the abacus was a good one."

Seven kills were not annoyed, only holding a handful of gold liquid in his hand tossing and turning over and over:

"Whether the abacus is good or not depends on the ability."

"You have entered the urn now, do you still have the dream of being friendly and sitting down and discussing?"

The hall at this time has changed drastically.

The blood mist filled every space except the altar, and the effectiveness of the blood mist was confirmed almost instantaneously.

The big monks showed their magical powers to avoid the blood fog.

But the blood mist is like a ubiquitous blood-sucking bug, it can't get rid of it when it touches a little bit of it, and it absorbs the vitality extremely fast. A magical realm cultivator's vitality cover is less than two breaths, and it is corroded into a hole.

Everyone gathered on the altar, Zheng Yu was taken out of the formation by Cui Wang, and stood with the others in the Brahma formation established by Daojun Jingsu.

"This formation won't last long."

Daojun Jingsu looked solemn, "This fog is really unheard of, unseen."

"Amitabha."

Chengxin clasped his hands together, "The poor monk smelled the foul air of thousands of wronged souls."

Zheng Wan's face was pale, and since everyone gathered on the altar, her heart began to "bang, bang, bang" again——

It was as if someone had thrown a fire in it, making her hot and painful, and she was restless.

She used to think that after practicing Taoism, her angina would be healed without medicine: now it seems that the situation is just not tense enough.

"When the mortal emperor hunts, he will first let his soldiers encircle all the prey to one place, and then shoot them to death one by one."

Zheng Wan spoke suddenly, her throat bone had just healed, and her voice was still hoarse that had not recovered completely. When it echoed in this hall, it was stabbing and scratching people's ears.

"We are now the prey that was besieged to the altar. He will not let us go."

She pointed to the groove:

"The gold liquid is not completely full yet."

Everyone looked in the direction she pointed, and saw that the golden liquid was still so short that it could completely fill the groove.

And just now, all of their attention was drawn to the blood fog, and they had never paid attention to this detail.

"My daughter's house is careful."

Daojun Tianhe glanced at her appreciatively, "If you want to fill up this gold liquid, I'm afraid you will die two or three more, you--"

His big copper bell eyes rolled around, "——Who wants?"

Naturally no one wants.

If the victim is someone else and has nothing to do with him, it is really compelling. These people will probably only push that person out——

But once it is possible to endanger oneself, then no one will accept it.

"I'm not going to be fooled by him when I wait. The thief wants to separate me and let me wait and fight in the nest."

"Wonderful, worthy of the woman I once fancyed." Seven Kills clapped their hands, "One sentence resolved the crisis."

"It's a pity, this is only the first level. Once that person takes the shot himself, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep alive."

"Who is that person?"

The monks present are not stupid.

At this point in the matter, everyone understands that in the Da Ri Xianzong, there is clearly a Hongmen banquet set in advance, but I don’t know...

Who is behind the scenes.

"Is... Xingjun?"

Someone remembered the name that the evil alliance monks frantically screamed when they sacrificed themselves.

"Xing Jun?" Jing Su Dao Jun was taken aback, "Is the Xing Jun who instigated you?"

Since the history of the Profound Cang Realm, there have been very few who can be called Xingjun.

Star Master Douluo, the highest honor in the line of Divination.

And like Daojun Jingsu, he can only be called a Daojun. To be called Master Xing, first of all, the cultivation base must reach the Void Realm——

Moreover, there are ten hexagrams and nine standards.

What is the concept of ten hexagrams and nine quasi?

That is close to the prophet—this is the realm of the immortal.

The divination vein is mostly short-lived. There are not many high-ranking monks, and it is extremely rare for the cultivation base to reach the virtual realm. The Beimianmen vein has been inherited for thousands of years, and there are two star monarchs. .

One is the founder of the school, and the other... is the star of Ziwei who disappeared halfway.

"Senior Ziwei?"

Daojun Jing Su started his hexagram on the spot, but who knew that the tortoise shell was thrown into the air, and it was turned into powder by the power of the five elements.

His complexion changed drastically, and his fingers began to tremble:

"Death... Guards against the sky... It is Senior Ziwei, what is he, he is going to do? No, no, if Senior Ziwei hasn't ascended to the immortal, then his life... will be longer."

It's time to die and go to bliss.

Everyone looked at each other.

The oldest monk present was the Mingguang Daojun of the Guixu Sect. He will be 18,000 years old, and he is almost late, but he has also grown up listening to the legend of this Daojun.

Daoist Ziwei did not write much in the historical records, but only did two things, which have been remembered till now.

One is to kill the body, promote and return to the virtual realm.

People who die of life are more rugged than ordinary people in road construction, but ruggedness also means chance, if they are determined, they will rise faster than ordinary people.

Second, he had predicted when there was no delusion that the time and place of the birth of the Great Sun Immortal Sect were all good.

For the last one, only the core figures of Zhengmeng knew about it.

Daoist Ziwei had predicted before his disappearance that a true son of heaven would appear in the Profound Cang Realm 50,000 years later.

This son upholds the fortune of heaven and is amazing, but he has worked hard in his early years, but will soar into the sky after twelve years of age.

With this son here, the Prosperity of Xuancang Realm can be expected——

And the son of fortune on that day did appear after fifty thousand years: that is, the Liwei Daoist at the Guixu Gate.

They are allied to these core great monks, paying attention to this son of heaven from time to time, and secretly escorting him all the way, for fear that something will break this son of heaven who will bring prosperity to the Profound Cang Realm.

Now, it is the star of Ziwei who left the prophecy, wanting the life of the son of destiny?

"What the **** is going on?! Senior Ziwei, what does he, he want?"

Dao-kun Jingsu couldn't figure it out.

Qi Sha Chi laughed:

"Is this unclear?"

"Oh, the second level-here comes."

With the joke of seven kills, the golden liquid that hadn't moved until now started to bubble up.

The bubbles flew up little by little, merged with the blood mist in the air, and gradually melted out...

Bloody people one by one.

"Are those evil cultivators who sacrificed themselves just now?"

Recognized with sharp eyes.

The monsters with blood mist and gold liquid, like soldiers attacking walls in the mortal world, lined up neatly, stepping up, and then punching and punching--

"Boom Rumble"

"Boom Rumble"

Blasted to this seemingly unbreakable formation.

The eighth-order Brahma array set up by the monks in the Wonderful Dharma Realm of the North Mian Men was blasted out of a dense circle of large holes in less than ten breaths.

"It's not good, spread it out!"

Tianhe scolded angrily, drew his sword and went up.

Who knew this was actually blocked by Cui Wang. He held Zheng Wan with one hand, and stepped in the air with Master with the other. Only in that place, there were no blood monsters.

"Don't use weapons!"

But it was too late.

Daojun Changwu slashed down with a sword, "poof," and the blood man who looked arrogant and arrogant just exploded suddenly.

The golden liquid splattered like a goddess's flowers, splashing everywhere.

Clever, it has already flashed away.

But two people still got on it.

Chang Wu Daojun was caught off guard and was splashed all over his face. The Yuanli cover was corroded into countless small holes. After a while, a heroic monk was melted into a pool of liquid.

And even faster, the pool of liquid was wrapped in blood mist and stood up again, becoming a monster that looked like a "Chang Wu".

The other unlucky person is Daojun Jingsu who has been a little stupefied since he guessed "Mr. Ziwei".

The white-haired and white-bearded old monk wanted to pull Chang Wu, only to pull it, and a little gold liquid was stained on his wrist.

"...The old man has been divination for others for a lifetime, but he is not allowed to divination... It turns out that the divination that went out is a dead hexagram..."

The gold liquid melts the bones.

"Jing Su!"

"Jing Su!"

Several big monks yelled out in succession.

Daojun Jingsu has a high prestige in the Profound Cang Realm. He has always been a good old man with a kind temperament. How many people are present, and which ones have not benefited from him?

Tianhe's eyes are red:

"This, this damn—"

Zheng Wan watched in silence.

She had no friendship with this old monk, but she still remembered the olive branch he first handed out to her when she first entered the mountain gate:

"This girl, can you enter my North Mianmen?"

She refused, and he was not angry.

Such a person died here so silently.

Chang Wu, Shu Yu...

Including those evil cultivators who have been brainwashed.

And all this is just for one's ambition.

Over there, Cui Wang used his sword to gasify the rope in just a dozen breaths, and surrounded a few great monks and stood in the air.

Seven Killers stood in the pile of blood and clapped their hands:

"The big formation is complete."

The blood returned, the gurgling golden liquid reflowed into the groove, the golden liquid——

full.

The golden light and the blood color blended, and the grooves were closed and turned into a huge compass. With the altar as the center, the compass began to rotate at high speed.

"Rumble—"

The sky of the dome closed.

In the center of the altar, the sarcophagus is erected.

Seven kills looked regretful:

"You probably forgot, the Ziwei Xingjun has never been considered exhaustive."

He stood on the ground and looked up at Cui Wang in the sky:

"Master Liwei, do you still want to be like a turtle with your head...hiding behind?"

In a short period of time, Cui Wang had woven a "cobweb" in midair with a sword air rope, and everyone was standing on the web, looking down from top to bottom.

He pushed everyone away:

"What do you intend to do?"

"Into the sarcophagus."

Seven Killers squinted their eyes, and their gazes passed through the crowd, and finally fell on Zheng Yu in the middle, "I can guarantee that other people will be released, including your master and this...beauty."

"Don't go."

Zheng Yu grabbed Cui Wang's sleeve all of a sudden, "Cui Wang, there must be other ways, you are not allowed to go."

She thought of that dream.

Cui Wang lay in the sarcophagus unconsciously, and his blood became his burial.

Zheng Wan didn't expect that when she tried her best to come in, she finally watched things get here step by step.

The big palm behind the control of fate is too powerful, and people can't find a way to break the game.

"Hey, what's the matter with you girl doll?"

Daoist Lu Wei stood up, "But if you enter the sarcophagus, life and death are unknown, but you can save other people. Why not?"

"You guys think so too?"

Zheng Wan looked at the others.

"Naturally not. Girl doll, don't worry, people want faces and trees want bark. I must be with Liwei Daojun!"

"Yes, yeah, if Wuli Weidaojun, I would have become a monster long ago."

What is gratifying is that only Lu Fang Daojun expressed his approval for Cui Wangjin's sarcophagus.

"Wan Wan," Cui Wang flicked away Zheng Wan's hand, "If the stalemate continues, it will be at a disadvantage."

"It's nothing more than an old man who hides behind and pretends to be a ghost." He said lightly, "What's the fear?"

"Besides, if I don't go, how can I spot him?"

"Cui Wang!"

Just when Zheng Wan was about to take out a dagger to threaten him not to go, Cui Wang passed in the secret:

"Wan Yu, I have a countermeasure, but it is you. Be careful when you are outside. Be sure to follow your master and protect yourself."

Zheng Wan knew that he would never change his mind again.

This man has a stubborn temper, and once he's paid attention, he won't be able to pull the eight horses back.

She doesn't know how to pass the sound into secrets, but only raises her voice:

"You remember, my life is all tied to you, you die, and I die too."

Xu is that the existence of Qing Gu is too shallow recently, before...

The encounter with the mother-in-law, Jin, was actually forgotten, the love gu hadn't been solved yet, but the mother gu could no longer hold the child gu, and lost the effect of making people dizzy.

Zheng Yu intended to remind Cui Wang to take care. Who knew he was actually a pinch, and a white feather butterfly suddenly released from his palm.

The feather butterfly hovered in a circle and fluttered down on Zheng Wan's head.

Zheng Yu only felt that his heart was pulled and loosened, as if something that had been imprisoning her was untied.

A little light, a little empty, and a little...unspeakable.

She looked at Cui Wang blankly.

"The sentiment has been resolved, and each has no worries, you... and feel relieved."

Cui Wang glanced at her deeply, then turned and walked towards the sarcophagus step by step.

This is no less than Zhu Xin!

Zheng Wan squeezed the dagger suddenly, and a chill and anger rose from the soles of his feet:

He...he didn't believe her!

Do not believe that she is willing to live and die with him, misinterpreting her words as not wanting to die with him?

"Cui Wang, you, you bastard!"

Zheng Wan's eyes were red.

Bloodshot eyes stared at Cui Wang's blood-stained white robe.

Cui Wang turned back, he lay quietly in the sarcophagus, his dark eyes were as deep as a sea of ​​stars, and when he walked through the crowd to look at her, he seldom bends.

"Cracking—"

The inverted sarcophagus is closed.

Zheng Yu's heart also seemed to be buried in the dark ground.

She thought, when he came out safely, she must and must scold him harshly, scold him for not believing her, scold him to relieve the guts at this juncture, let him dry for a month, and then kiss him and make peace with him.

The awkward time must not be too long.

One month at most, one month will be fine.

Seven kills over there leaned lazily against the sarcophagus:

"Sit down, sit down."

"A ghost can sit still!"

Tianhe didn't stop it at the time, and now his intestines are all regretful, "My little disciple went in for what?"

"A tortoise **** lives for too long. God sees him as unpleasant. Of course he has to find a talisman."

Qisha shrugged, "You are stupid for keeping the amulet for him for so long."

"Then how do I wait to get out?"

The deer was tired of interjecting.

"Are you going out?" Seven Killers glanced at him, and the corner of his mouth twitched, with evil spirits overflowing, "Okay, this Lord will send you out."

With a wave of his hand, Daojun Lu, who had stayed well on the Jianqi Net, floated out like a kite and smashed into the altar with precision.

"Puff--"

A magnificent monk in the magical realm, his head was as bad as a soft gourd, and it was rotten.

The blood flowed to the sarcophagus, and was sucked in by the sarcophagus.

"you--"

I don't like the deer and hate it, but I can't help but feel the sadness of the rabbit and fox.

Others clenched their magic weapons one after another, as if they were approaching an enemy:

"What do you mean? Didn't you say that Li Wei entered the sarcophagus and released it?"

"Oh, Ben Jun and him, this is an old grudge."

Qi Sha's eyes seemed to abduct Zheng Yu, "His previous daughter was so annoying to cry."

"..."

This kind of evil cultivator with uncertain disposition will not provoke him when the situation is unknown.

Zheng Wan settled down:

"The Daoist meant to release people after the victory or defeat in the sarcophagus appeared?"

"Correct, beauty is clever."

Qi Sha looked at her, and it was a pity, "Although ninety-nine percent of the people who come out are that person, but that person is not interested in the lives of other people. It doesn't matter if you don't let it go. It's just you..."

"Beauty, how about this monarch sending you out first? After you go out, you can hide as far as you want, so you won't be caught."

"Don't go."

Zheng Yu closed his mouth suddenly.

She must show Cui Wang, she is willing.

She is willing.