When Wu Ma often hears the words "Eastern Jin emperor", the brown eyes flashed disdain. The emperor of this continent is not worthy of his eyes. It only has some rude martial arts. Don't enter...

what?

Feng Lingran?

The name is too familiar, Wuma often disdainful eyes become dignified, the old face is not very good-looking, I did not expect Feng Lingran to be the person he was looking for, he only killed Xiao Yu, and now go to the kid, the kid Will not be willing to go to the Holy Capital with him, but also want to kill him, revenge for Xiao Yu.

Wu Ma often regrets some regrets. She knew that Feng Lingran was the first person to be found in the first family of the Holy Capital. He would not kill Xiao Xiao so impulsively.

Although the nephew is his relatives, compared to the treasures and support of the first family of the Holy Capital, it is nothing to sacrifice a nephew. The Witch family now wants glory and the glory of the Nantian family.

In this way, we can climb up step by step until we become the big family of the top three in the Holy Spirit, and we can be valued by the Holy Family and qualify for the Sejong Contest.

Every time Wuma always thinks of the Shengzong's Treasure Contest, the heart is like the blood of the chicken. For so many years, he has been working hard for this goal, including this time to this low-level continent.

He must bring back the people he is looking for in the first family of the Holy Family.

That is Feng Lingran.

No matter what method he uses, he will bring Feng Lingran back to the holy capital. If he can't do it, he will stun him. Then he will feed him a medicine that washes away memories. As long as Feng Ling does not remember Xiao Yu, then it is time. In the Holy City, he gave Feng Lingran to the first family of the Holy Capital, and Feng Lingran would not come to him later.

With this in mind, the Witcher often smiled smugly, and the brown enamel shimmered with a sharp brilliance.

......

Nanling Palace.

Zhu Xu was forced to seduce Xiao Yu for three consecutive nights. Knowing that he couldn’t come back, Nan Gongyi couldn’t listen, and insisted on recruiting.

In the middle of the dojo, a woman was tied to a wooden stake, her arms were made into large characters, the piles and the woman's body, and the arms were covered with a soul-sounding bell. Her delicate face was similar to Xiao Yu, and the watery eyes were full. Fear, tears and tears, rolling down her white cheeks, but also did not get half sympathy.

This woman is the host of Nangong’s search for Xiao Yu’s soul.

A woman is alive. To be the host of Xiao Yu’s soul, she must first separate the woman’s soul from her body. That is, the woman must... die.

Zhu Xu also feels that Nangong’s behavior is very crazy. This kind of inhumane thing can be imagined, but Zhu Xu is helpless, because if he does not follow Nan Gong’s saying, every other day, Nangong will kill one person. This sin is recorded on the bamboo head.

The three views of Zhuxu were completely broken. He once thought that Nangong Temple was a Mingzhu. Who knows that Nangong Temple is a metamorphosis.

Recruitment, recruiting, and recruiting.

The exhaustion of the bamboo imaginary strokes is exhausted, and the soul of Xiao Yu is not recruited. If Nangong is not the squat of Nanling, if the Nangong 不 does not hold the power of killing, if Nangong 湚 does not threaten him with human life, he has long been arrogant. Lost in the face of Nangong.

Nangong Temple sits on the dragon chair on the side, the eyes are covered with red blood, like a monster that never sleeps, and Zhu Xu is the sad reminder of the monster stared at him. Who told him how to do it? Who told him to recruit souls?

This continent can no longer find a second Taoist who has the ability to be a bamboo imaginary.

"Isn't the soul of the child still coming back? In the dark night, kill her, maybe she is dead, and when she has a body, she will return to her side."

Nangong’s voice is hoarse, like a dry land. It’s not as clean as before. His red dragonfly is cruel. Looking at the woman tied to the stake is like watching another dead person. He doesn’t care about this life. .

Don't say that a woman is dead. If she can change back to Xiao Yu and kill the woman in the entire Nanling Palace, he is willing.

Without losing it completely, Nangong did not understand that she could not see her face and could not hear her news. He didn’t even know what it meant to live.

For this mountain of Nanling? How ridiculous? Without her, the prosperity of this country, who is he sharing with?

At this time, Nangong 湚 suddenly felt that when Xiao Yu was alive, he was in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. He looked at the pillow every night and her men’s clothes were half-fading, and the blue silk scattered Danqing was also a happy thing.

The woman who was tied to the stake was horrified and screamed at the pupil, and kept shaking her head in the dark night, tears like rain, as if she was begging for the night to let her go.

In the dark night, he lifted his palm and transported the internal force. He wanted to have a complete body and could not see a little blood.

He saw the woman pleading for desperate expression. The hands were stained with blood, and it was inevitable that she would not bear it, but if she wanted her life, no one could save her.

When the night started, the figure of Zhu Xu flashed, lifting the dust, blocking the inner force of the night.

"Nangong Temple, Xiao Yu has not come back, you killed her, Xiao Yu's soul will not come back, you are sober and awake! If you do not know how to go on, the mountains of Nanling will be destroyed in your hands sooner or later." Said angrily.

Nangong smirked, the mouth of the rising mouth, the sly smile, the **** red scorpion died: "He is very awake now, never awake."

If it wasn't for the past, Xiao Yu would not leave him, and would not fall to the point where he was separated from his yin and yang.

......

The cold wind and the moon, the moon is like a hook.

A black shadow quietly and silently sneaked into the inn of Feng Lingran who lived in Nanling. He pointed his fingers at the quilt that was bulging on the bed. He thought he was unaware of the ghosts, and the black shadows of the dark shadows flashed through the arrogance. Big darkness.

However, just when he thought he was going to succeed, there was a sudden coolness in the back, and there was a strong palm of strength. When he found out, it was too late, his back was slammed, and his mouth was squirting a blood. The body smashed the thick wooden bed.

"Wu Ma often, tonight is your death."

Feng Ling Ran scared the scarlet stare at the Wu Ma Chang, like a nine ghosts from the **** to climb the human revenge, such a horrible demon eyes, Wu Ma is often seen for the first time, the soul is also shocked A moment, suddenly there is a cold chill in the back.

Wu Ma often wiped the blood of his mouth and waved the inexplicable chill. His cultivation is not to put the other big family's juniors in his eyes, let alone the Feng Lingran who grew up in this low-level continent. Not his opponent.

"Kid, the old man advises you not to be too mad, you are not the opponent of the old man, if you are willing to go to the holy capital with the old man, just the one you disrespected to the old man, the old man can not be embarrassed. If you do not know how to lift, toast not to eat and punish Wine, Xiao Yu’s end is your end.”

The Wuma always stood up, and the thick voice came out from the chest. The guest officer who was still weak in the inn was smothered by the sorrowful sound of Wuma’s voice in his sleep. Even Xiaoqi, also caught his ears. Painful eyebrows.

Wu Ma often wants to use the sound to shock Feng Lingran.

Witches are often disappointed.

Feng Ling Ran Junmei's extraordinary face, not seeing a little discomfort, suddenly a palm of his hand, the place where the air seems to be frozen by the cold, the horse's often brown pupils fiercely squinted, gazing at the phoenix's cold and cold ice palm.

"Cold poison, you haven't died in such a deep cold poison?" Wu Ma is often very surprised. People who are cold poisoned will die. The palm of the hand like Feng Lingran has become ice, not dead yet. Call it a miracle.

Wu Ma often nervously avoids the ice palm of the phoenix. The cold poison of this kid has already broken into the heart, and even the palm of his hand is cold poison. If he is hit by this kid, then he will also be cold. .

Damn the dead kid, want to drag him to be a back before he dies? It is really hateful.