I’ve Possessed the Demon Sovereign’s Body

The young monk was busy dealing with Tango and Ying Qingqing. The woman in white came suddenly without any warning, and slammed into the palm of his chest.

The huge strength, without much effort, opened up the young monks' body protection.

The fourteenth realm, a master of ecstasy!

The young monk was shocked, only feeling the cold and powerful majestic force, attacked him.

If it is said that Tang Queen and Ying Qingqing's forces threatened him but were within their grasp, the white woman's palm would slap him, and he would be seriously injured if he died.

Fortunately, a palm appeared in his vest.

The powerful power that broke into him was instantly passed on to this palm.

The young monk was ashamed: "Master ..."

An old monk stepped out from behind him and looked across.

The woman in white couldn't do anything with one palm, her expression was calm, her emotions seemed unaffected, and she looked at the old monk seriously.

"The Kung Fu of the Taiyin Zhenjing, the female donor is a man in ancient gods?" The old monk asked.

The woman in white voice was cold: "No."

The old monk said, "Why did the female donor come?"

"You killed a man named Yan Zhao, my uncle."

The woman in white is the Emperor Yan Mingkong.

The old monk looked at her up and down, and nodded: "It seems that there is no way but to have the real chapter underneath."

The young monk stepped back in silence.

However, since his own master was going to take a shot, he no longer paid attention to Yan Mingkong's movements, nor was he worried that the other party would bother him.

At this moment, he returned to Tango and Ying Qingqing.

At present, the old monk and Yan Mingkong are only concerned about each other.

Above the former, a dark buddha appears, and its size seems to be several circles smaller than that of the young monk's previous manifestation.

But regardless of Yan Mingkong or Tango and Ying Qingqing, it is obvious that this old monk is much stronger than the young monk.

But Yan Mingkong was completely unmoved.

She was shrouded in silver and white by a full moon.

Between the change of moonlight and clear sky, there are vast visions of stars and sky, meanwhile, the scenes of mountains and rivers are undulating, there is sadness and joy in human beings, and there is a magical Buddha inferno.

A round of silver moon, like eternity, reflects the scenes.

Compared with her previous experience in the thirteenth realm, she is now more familiar with what she is learning.

The dark Buddha was far away from the silver moonlight over the snowy plateau.

It hasn't started yet, the wind and the clouds have already begun to change on the plateau.

The plateau, mountains and rivers even started to be turbulent.

The moment the two sides formally fought, the world here seemed to be hanging upside down.

Similar feeling, people on the snowy plateau just experienced it once a month or so ago.

At the moment, it seems that the movement is even greater than it was then.

When the old monk and Yan Mingkong formally fought, the young monk was completely relieved.

Although the woman in white was powerful, she would not be his master's opponent.

Thinking about this, the young monk rushed towards Tango and Ying Qingqing again.

The second daughter had no choice but to escape again, and could no longer pay attention to the movement over Yan Mingkong.

The young monk spit blood again with the palm of his hand.

Tango took a deep breath and took the next elixir, speeding up a little, and drove Ying Qingqing away.

The young monk was about to catch up, and suddenly his face changed again.

He turned back in surprise, and saw the horrible coldness in the silver moon in the sky.

The sword's meaning is clear, the silver moon seems to be the gate of Hades, and it bursts into the air.

For a moment, the young monk's confidence in his master was shaken.

After entering the fourteenth realm, the nether goddess of the female emperor became more fierce.

The two sides fought a big battle on the snowy plateau, not knowing how many mountains were leveled and how many rifts were created.

The young monk evaded from a distance and dared not approach.

The momentum of those two people feels like this, the whole plateau may be leveled by them.

The enemy is stronger than expected, and the young monks are afraid to chase the Queen of Tang and Ying Qingqing at this moment.

He watched the game nervously at the periphery, ready to meet the old monk at any time.

In the earth-shattering world, you can see blood shining in the silver moonlight.

The young monk frowned.

Suddenly, the whole world seemed to shake.

With the strength of this young monk Wudi's realm, he was shaken by the shock, and his foothold was unstable.

Seeing in the air, as if the whole world had become a piece of drawing paper.

Then the center of the paper was torn open, breaking a huge crack.

The next moment, however, the cracks closed again.

The scenes between heaven and earth also resumed as usual.

As if everything was just an illusion.

The war also came to an end.

The young monk hurried forward.

I saw the old monk standing in the void with a serious expression and no thought.

The young monk came behind him, standing silently.

After a long while, the old monk murmured: "In ancient gods, there are such people ..."

He made a noise, and the young monk just said, "Master, are you victorious?"

"No, it is not triumphant." The old monk said: "Hit a shot for the teacher, with the help of different treasures, pit her into the void of the void, but with her cultivation as strength, there should be nothing, but if you want to Come back here, it depends on her luck. "

The young monk asked, "Master, what happened to her swordplay?"

"That's the Twelve Swords of the Nether!" The old monk looked solemnly.

The young monk froze: "The Nine Twelve Swords, isn't that Huang Quan's martial arts, how can there be?"

"It's not the real Twelve Swords of the Nether, but it already has a prototype of the sword. Maybe she inadvertently inherited the incomplete inheritance, or maybe she learned it herself." Said the old monk.

The young monk frowned: "I realize ..."

"Although I think it is impossible for a teacher, but this possibility cannot be completely ruled out," said the old monk. "It can be seen only a few strokes in the fight. This woman is highly savvy and truly amazing."

The young monk asked, "Master, is her red sword light a sword inherited from the bloodstream?"

"Yes, she has a **** sword." The old monk said: "This woman is too abnormal, so she has to be cautious for her teacher."

The young monks clasped their palms together: "Master, shall we tell Master Shi?"

"It's just the ancient gods and the Blood River, but things may involve the Twelve Swords of the Nether, I'm afraid I have to say." Said the old monk.

The young monk showed regret: "It was so easy to find such a world, I thought I could take it for myself, who would have thought there would be so many things here."

The old monk said faintly: "Do what you can, and chew more."

The young monk bowed his head: "What the Master taught was, would you simply ask the ancient gods and the Blood River directly?"

"Let the brother take his idea," said the old monk. "Our steps here are slowing down a little bit. There are many people in this world, so you need to be more careful."

The young monk grasped the mind and said with two palms together, "The disciple understands that this woman has cultivated this way, but she is not the person who is the main branch of the ancient theology here, so the person who is the ancient **** here is at least not weaker than that. woman."

The old monk asked, "What happened to the other two women?"

The young monk replied: "Although it is the Emperor Wu, there is nothing special. It is another King of the Twelfth Realm. The swordsmanship seems to come from the Tianjian Shu in the vein of the Tianhe. The disciples will catch them back."

The old monk glanced at his opponent's injured arm.

The young monk quickly said, "Master, rest assured, the disciples are fine."

"Go, be careful." The old monk nodded.

"Yes, Master," said the young monk with both palms together, then turned and chased after Tang Queen and Ying Qingqing.

At this moment, Ying Qingqing was carrying Tango as fast as he could on the plateau.

Tango lay on her back, her face still looking normal.

But Ying Qingqing clearly felt that the vitality of the other party was dying, and no matter how much sword energy he entered into his body, it would not work.

"No need to waste any effort, Divine Land, no one knows better than the old man himself. The one who received Tian Dan can't eat and can be saved, but he can't escape the clergy of the flower monk. There is no hope at all. Fortunately, you have escaped far enough, and your little life should have been saved. "Tang said calmly," In the previous situation, the fate of the old man is doomed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ can live you, always Better than two people die together. "

Ying Qingqing exclaimed, "Mother-in-law!"

Tang Queen smiled: "You child, you are too soft-hearted, don't think of the old man so well. The old man saves you. I hope you can save the old grandson's daughter after you restore your memory in the future. If you really miss this, With a little affection, don't forget about it in the future. "

Ying Qingqing pursed her lips: "Mother-in-law, I will definitely bring her back to see you, but if you have any hope, don't give up, otherwise she will come back but can't see you. What should she do?"

Tang Queen laughed: "It is enough for you to have this heart. The old daughter and son-in-law died prematurely. At present, only one person is worried about, that is the desperate granddaughter. As long as she is safe and sound, old age is enough to suffice. As for life and death, It's all this age, nothing to look at. "

Should be Qingqing clenched her lips.

Tango leisurely asked: "My old man thinks about Qing Qing's stupid child. What did you think about when you were dying alive just now? Restoring a little memory, or thinking about something of someone?"

Ying Qingqing hesitated, and after a moment of hesitation, answered honestly: "People."

As for who it is, I am embarrassed to say it.

Thinking of the other pair of flashing Wu Guang's eyes, she felt bewildered.

"Then go see that person ..." Tango's voice gradually lowered.

Ying Qingqing was startled: "Mother-in-law ... mother-in-law!"

Worried that the young monk would catch up with her, she did not dare to stop, and her eyes stared at the face with the queen on her shoulder.

At this time, she was passing by a lake, passing a little water from the lake.

But at the center of the lake, a beam of light suddenly rose below, soaring into the sky, engulfing her with Tango.

The light disappeared, and both disappeared.

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