The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

   Chapter 1744 The Humble Furnace of Noble Immortals (92)

  Ling Ruoxu never expected that he would end up in such a situation, man is a knife, and I am a fish.

   He almost instantly thought of the immortal monarch in white.

   There are indeed many people in the world who covet his beauty.

   But, except for Su Qinghuan.

  …

   At this time, Ling Ruoxu could still think of Su Qinghuan.

   When he saw the dirty and cracked hand reaching out to him, Ling Ruoxu had an urge to nausea, he couldn't bear it any longer, and the young man suddenly shouted loudly.

"what-!"

  Long Mei'er and the old and ugly Zuo Hufa were frightened by Ling Ruoxu for a moment, thinking that the young man was going to bite his tongue and commit suicide.

   However, in the next moment, Ling Ruoxu, who had been injected with medicine and had some weakness in his limbs, suddenly rose into the air.

   He put on a plain white Taoist robe out of thin air, and no one knew how that Taoist robe appeared on him.

   The man wearing a white robe and a jade crown, his previously hurried face was no longer there, and replaced with a ruthless face above.

   He lowered his eyebrows, and his chills were endless.

   "Just because of you ants, you want to insult me?"

   The cold voice resembling the broken jade of Kunshan resounded through the soup and springs. If the original Ling Ruoxu looked a little weak, then now he is full of contempt and arrogance of the superior.

   "Don't you know how to spell?"

  Long Meier and Zuo Hufa never imagined that one day they would really kick the iron plate.

Long Mei'er stared blankly at the man in the air who was as cold as a mountain and a lonely moon, and suddenly felt that she couldn't even summon the magic weapon of her life. Ling Ruoxu was not a mortal at all. How much higher!

  …

Seeing that Long Meier's dress was uncovered and her shoulders had bright red marks on her shoulders, Ling Ruoxu only felt nauseated. He mercilessly summoned the Spirit Sword of Life and pierced the pink skeleton in front of him. .

   The charming and beautiful woman who used to be a beautiful woman, has now truly become a withered bone, and Long Mei'er is lying on the ground, unable to rest her eyes.

   The shawl dyed with fragrant sweat hangs lightly on the white jade masonry, and half of it is soaked in the water, as if to hook people into a glamorous dream.

  It's a pity that the beautiful woman in this dream has become a ghost.

  …

   And the Guardian Zuo saw that his sect master couldn't even escape Ling Ruoxu's half-assed move, so he immediately fell into a cold sweat and knelt down.

   "Masters spare your life! Masters spare your life!"

  Ling Ruoxu swept over the ugly face of the Guardian Zuo condescendingly, completely unable to imagine how unbearable a person like him had just thought of himself.

   And the Long Meier who had been pierced by his sword, the kind of woman served by dozens of men, how could Xiao miss him?

  Ling Ruo humbly felt cold, and without hesitation, struck another sword.

  Father Zuo's eyes were like copper bells, and he fell unwillingly. In front of a real strong man, he couldn't even detonate his primordial spirit.

  …

Ling Ruoxu felt disgusted when he saw these two people, and the Ming Sect of this day. He not only killed the Sect Master of the Ming Sect and the elders of the Ming Sect that day, but even condensed a mighty fire in the palm of his hand. Mozong, burn it down with a fire.

   There were loud cries all over the place.

  Ling Ruo didn't care.

   He knew that this was an illusion.

   But after doing all this, he still failed to escape from this place.

  Everything in front of me that is real seems like it can no longer be real.

   After a big fire, the whole place was charred and ruined.

   Immortal Venerable Ruoxu, who was covered in coldness, stood in it, but his heart was cold.

  This is just a fantasy.

  Whether it was Long Meier of Tianming Sect, Zuo Hufa, Qin Yifan who was greedy for flowers and was killed by him, or Fangheping disciples of Xuanqing Sect who had bad intentions towards him.

   These are all fake.

   However, after the killing and burning, the ground was full of embers, and he did not go out from the illusion.

  …

  Ling Ruoxu stood in the air in confusion, he knew that since he couldn't break through this layer of confusion, he should go find that woman.

  Su Qinghuan.

   In this fantasy, the immortal in white who fooled him for two generations.

   But Ling Ruoxu was unwilling.

   Conflict happens naturally.

   Ling Ruoxu has never been so humiliated in his life. In his first life, he had a deep-rooted love for Su Qing like a stupefied young man, waiting for her to die.

   What happened to this second world?

   The night of the full moon that just passed seems to be still vivid in my mind.

   He begged her to have pity on him.

  Ling Ruoxu couldn't imagine that one day he would recommend himself a pillow seat to others.

   is tolerable, but unbearable.

  …

   Just thinking of that night, he was rejected, Ling Ruoxu felt an unbearable feeling in his heart, he couldn't break through this illusion, so he slashed at the nearby mountains with a sword.

   "How can this be! How can this be!"

   The more Ling Ruoxu was reluctant to recall, the more vividly everything in the past flashed in his heart.

   The first woman smiled like a flower, but she left without mercy.

   The second woman looked at him coldly and looked down at him with a half-smile, making him lose his face as a cultivator.

  …

  Ling Ruo was humbly and impetuous, and slashed again with a sword.

   After a short while, he appeared in Xuanqingzong in the illusion.

  Everything here is so real, and it is no different from the real Xuanqing Sect, except that now the person who is the ruthless immortal of Canglan Peak is Su Qinghuan.

   "Let Su Qinghuan come out to see me!"

   The man said this.

   And Xuanqingzong's mountain gate was almost shattered by the sound of his infusion of spiritual power.

   Many disciples of Xuanqingzong thought who was going to kick the pavilion, and they all raised their swords to see.

  Who knows, as soon as they saw Ling Ruoxu's face, even though his sleeves were fluttering in the air, the disciples of Xuan Qingzong could not hide their surprise and whisper.

   "Oh, who do you think it is? Isn't this the cauldron from Immortal Venerable Qing Huan?"

   "When will this furnace be able to cultivate Taoism? It seems that the cultivation base is not low?"

   "Why does he deserve to call Immortal Venerable Qing Huan by his name? Is he really not afraid of death?"

   "It's just a mere furnace, so you're too embarrassed to shout here?!"

  …

   The cauldron of the cauldron made Ling Ruoxu's inner demon.

  Ling Ruoxu never thought that this feeling would be so uncomfortable when they are in different places.

   In the real world, he has never really moved his heart for anyone, even the original owner, his real childhood sweetheart, when he went to practice Taoism, he would abandon him without hesitation.

   Now Ling Ruoxu has tasted the many flavors of life in this illusion, and only then did he realize that his previous thoughts were indeed too shallow.

   But why do these ants call themselves a furnace? !

  Ling Ruoxu's brows and eyes were full of anger, and there were magic lines floating between his eyebrows, which was a sign that he was about to fall into the devil.

  Ling Ruoxu didn't realize it, so he subconsciously grabbed the long sword, wanting to cut down all the disciples who mocked him in this fantasy.

  Unexpectedly, Ling Ruoxu hadn't started yet, and a cold female voice with teasing suddenly appeared in the air.

   "Ling Ruoxu, are you back? Maybe I should call you, Immortal Ruoxu?"

   (end of this chapter)