Changsheng, invincible from taking a concubine

When Dong Chunfeng came to the courtyard, he smelled the strong smell of blood in the air.

He glanced at the scene, and his face did not change at all.

As a guest elder of Hanwu City, he was almost a jack of all trades in this mortal world.

His sect was not a powerful force.

In this conflict with the dynasty, he became cannon fodder at the first time.

Fortunately, he was doing a mission outside at that time and was not directly implicated.

That's how he escaped and hid in this mortal world.

Although he was just a small shrimp in the cultivation world.

But it was completely different here.

As long as he didn't meet some powerful characters, his safety was absolutely guaranteed.

What's more, there were no powerful people in the mortal world.

"Madam, who do you want me to kill?"

He got straight to the point without any nonsense.

For him, there was no difference between these people in front of him.

In his eyes, they were all ants.

"That bitch."

"I want her to die."

Dong Chunfeng's indifferent eyes fell on An Yimo, and his voice was calm.

"You should commit suicide."

"If I do it, even your body won't be intact."

With the cultivation of the eighth level of the Hidden Origin Realm, it's not a big deal to deal with a Martial Saint.

To waste time on such an ant is simply disrespectful to his cultivation.

An Yimo looked at her husband.

Jiang Chuan didn't say any nonsense and stuffed her with two more pills.

In an instant, the momentum on his body surged, and the Martial Saint's cultivation broke through to the first level of the Hidden Origin Realm.

In the astonished eyes of the old man, he broke through to the Dongming.

"Okay, then you can crush him."

An Yimo nodded, and her cold eyes full of murderous intent fell on the old man.

No matter who it is today, as long as anyone dares to hinder her from avenging Xiaofan, they must die.

With her husband here, she has this confidence.

Dong Chunfeng was shocked and hurriedly urged the spiritual power in her body to protect herself.

"Daoyou, let's talk it over. There's no need to fight."

Just kidding.

He took drugs right in front of him and broke through two realms.

There are not many such perverts in the entire cultivation world.

He just happened to meet him.

Is he so unlucky?

It's better not to have this damn guest elder status.

Nothing is more important than being alive.

But he obviously underestimated An Yimo's killing intent at this time.

The spiritual power in his body surged out, turning into a sword aura and slashing with all his strength.

The whole private school was shattered by this sword.

A deep trench as long as one mile spread out.

Dong Chunfeng's eyes were full of horror, and a blood line stretched from his eyebrows to his feet.

The blood slowly dripped onto the ground, and the whole person fell to the left and right.

The internal organs were mixed with other disgusting things scattered all over the ground.

The face of Mrs. Wu, who was originally very calm, finally changed.

Wu Wenbin, the naughty kid at the side, was so scared that he burst into tears when he saw this tragic scene.

His feces and urine flowed out uncontrollably.

"Mom! Kill that devil!"

Ding Rou's face was pale and she couldn't stop shaking.

She found that she seemed to have hit a wall this time.

This man was not a poor guy at all, but a senior who was hiding in the secular world.

If his son did such a thing, the other party would never let him go easily.

Now there is only one person who can save her.

The movement here naturally attracted the attention of Wu Chengzhu.

A group of people turned into a stream of light and appeared in the private school.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Wu Chengzhu frowned.

"Two Taoist friends, I don't know where I offended you? You want to kill my guest elder?"

"If you can't give me a reasonable explanation today, I'm afraid things can't end well."

An Yimo looked at Jiang Chuan calmly.

"Don't worry, just like I said. No one's face will work today."

"No matter who it is, as long as you want to kill them, don't even think about leaving."

"Yes."

Take out An Xiaofan's spirit tablet from the ring.

"My son's life, I want your nine clans to be buried with me. This request is not too much, right?"

"As for others who want to stop me, then all of them should be on the road together."

City Lord Wu frowned. What a mess.

Who is her son?

He looked at Ding Rou with doubt.

"What's going on with this?"

At this point, he didn't dare to continue to hide it.

He simply recounted what happened before.

After hearing this, City Lord Wu also knew that this matter was his own problem.

"My two Taoist friends, the dead cannot be resurrected."

"All we can do is make some compensation."

"After all, my child is still young and he doesn't know much."

"It's my fault that he made such a mistake."

"But please rest assured, Taoist friends, we promise to come up with a satisfactory compensation plan."

An Yimo was so angry that he laughed.

He took out his own property.

When he saw the spirit storage device he took out, the originally confident City Lord Wu was stunned.

"One billion middle-grade spirit stones!"

If converted into low-grade spirit stones, it would be one hundred billion.

The number of spirit stones in a small Hanwu City would probably not exceed 100 million.

In front of such a rich man, he actually wanted to compensate.

Even if he gave the entire Hanwu City to the other party, it would still be impossible to make up for it.

The lives of different people are different.

The lives of the poor are cheap lives.

The value he can create in his lifetime is only so much.

But the lives of the rich are completely different.

Whether in the secular world or the cultivation world, the classes are clearly divided.

Now he is just a small figure, what can he use to compensate?

And at this time, Mrs. Wu finally reacted.

What about currying favor with them is completely nonsense.

A cultivator with so many spirit stones is not something they can reach.

If they had known that the other party was so rich and powerful, they would definitely have gone up to lick him.

But her son did that stupid thing.

The more she looked at him, the more she felt that this kid was not pleasing to the eye.

With a determined heart, she directly pulled out a dagger from the ring, grabbed the little bastard's hair, and cut his neck with a knife.

Red blood gushed out.

Wu Wenbin wanted to ask why he did this.

But his throat had been cut off and he could no longer make a sound.

His eyes widened, and his struggling body gradually stopped moving, and soon lost its vitality.

With a thud, he knelt down directly.

Mrs. Wu's green tea attribute broke through the sky.

He immediately put on a weak and innocent look.

"Two seniors, my son is dead, please let us live."

"We are willing to work like cows and horses to make up for the mistakes we made."

"I only ask the seniors to give us another chance to make up for our mistakes."

As he said that, he kowtowed heavily on the bluestone ground.