Chapter 122: The face of the elders (the first of the eight)

Ling Xiao does not believe that the sky will fall off the pie. For example, the seven devil ancestors don’t need him to do anything to give the seven-story magic chain to himself. For example, this guy does not have to do anything himself to make himself a seventh. The demon teaches the Lord.
Even if the elders betrayed the old lord, you have to revenge yourself. What are you doing with me about the Seven Devils?
Ling Xiao did not think about it, if I went, wouldn't you be ruined by your devils?
I want to stop, Ling Xiao coldly said: "If you want to doubt, you will go, what about me?"
Coldly, the elders pounced in front of Ling Xiao: "Teach the Lord to avenge the old master!"
Even if this guy is dead, Ling Xiao is not at all distressed. Ling Xiao will not easily believe anyone, let alone a murderous demon soul teacher?
"Why do I believe in you?" Ling Xiao did not hide his doubts about the elders of Qing: "How many words do you have in your district? Maybe you just take me as a blind man and drive down the elders." Let me be your jealousy."
The elders did not speak and slowly picked up their masks.
It was a half-faced face, and the other half was already burnt.
"My life is given by the old teacher. Therefore, I must do what the old teacher told me before leaving." The voice of the elders of Qing Qing with a slight sorrow, Ling Xiao actually could not detect it for a while. Whether sadness is true or not.
"The old lord seems to have felt that he will have an accident, so he secretly confesses me. If something goes wrong with him, he must help him to support the new priest and take revenge for him!"
Ling Xiao believes that the seven devils will make such an order.
The Seven Devils, like themselves, are a suspicious person. The suspicious people will always arrange a few retreats for themselves.
This young elder is very likely to be the last hand left by the Seven Devils.
However, Ling Xiao still does not want to believe in the elders of Qing: "Can you give me any sincerity? You just tried to attack people and attack me. I can't believe you."
The elders smiled, and the half of the burned face looked terrible: "Sincerity? Good!"
The elders suddenly took out a dagger and slammed it in the left side of their atrium!
Ling Xiao couldn't help but move, this guy is too embarrassed.
As long as there is a slight deviation, it is the end of a life.
"Is this sincerity enough? I will take the injury back to the Seven Devils. I will naturally find it on the excuse. I don't have to worry about the Lord. As for Mo Yan's stupid girl, the teacher is just holding her in Beibei to buy people's hearts, haha!"
The young elders laughed twice, because the smile dragged the wound next to the atrium, and his ghost face became more distorted.
Ling Xiao suddenly felt that this person was very pitiful. What is the meaning of a guy who is so embarrassed to himself?
"What is your name?" Ling Xiao sighed and seemed to be tired: "Nothing, don't come to me. Leave your contact information, and when I have reached a certain level, I will go to the Seven Devils."
There is a thrill of excitement in the eyes of the elders: "There is a word! The teacher holds this blood jade and can summon his subordinates at any time. As for the original name of the subordinates, no one has called for a long time. They all call me the green devil."
"Your name." Ling Xiao repeated it again: "I believe no one without a name."
The elders of the Qing dynasty laughed twice: "Liu Qingxi."
Ling Xiaoyi: "Liu Qingqi? Liu Xinyi? Are you brothers?"
The elders nodded. "I know that the lord, the lord who died in Longhaicheng, is the brother of his family."
My brother is a soul teacher. I heard that Liu is still a big family, but his younger brother has become a magic soul teacher. The reason for this is probably a very tortuous story.
However, Ling Xiao does not want to listen to the story now. Now that Liu Qingyi has been settled, I have to go back and see the master who has driven him out of the division.
Ling Xiao wants to be out of this Master, but he can't do it.
Especially when Cheng Gantai tried his best to save himself and Cheng Yu, he even sadly discovered that this master was deeply imprinted in his own soul.
"I don't know how the master is doing... or go back and look at the situation." Ling Xiao took the head and feet of Yousong Creek and drove back to the broom.
Ms. Mo Er Mo Yan suddenly felt scared, although there are now more than seven hundred demon disciples around her, but none of the young masters.
The elders said that they were going to support Yousong Creek. They haven’t returned yet, and she feels a little uneasy.
On weekdays, my father was hurt in the Seven Devils, my brother and sister used to, this is the first time she came out to do something big.
Originally this should be her sister's arrival, but Mo Yan is not willing to be compared to her sister, so it is stubbornly grabbed this task.
There are three young masters who don't have to be afraid of the enchantment. Mo Yan naturally does not have to worry about the failure of this mission.
But now, the three of them are gone.
"Wait for another ten minutes, they will not come back one more, I will kill it, and then go back!" Mo Yan made a decision.
Finally, Mo Yan waited for one of the three to come back.
Wrong, to be precise, is the head and feet of a person.
Mo Yan looked at the green head of Yousongxi who couldn't close his eyes when he died. He finally couldn't help but scream: "Ling, you give me out!"
Cheng Yu in the line saw this scene, and the hanging heart finally fell halfway.
I don't know why, she never cried, she shed tears at the moment.
It is a kind of feeling that is lost and recovered, a kind of unconscionable and unclear thoughts.
"Is Brother Ling Xiao returned? Even killed the Qingsong Yousong River!" The blood of all the disciples of the Beibei School suddenly boiled up, and the disciples of the Seven Devils were pale.
"I said, everything you have done in Beibei, I will return it to you in the original place. Even, I will pay you interest twice!" Ling Xiao sat on his flying broom and was murderous. He looks like a who is descending from the sky!
"Yousong Creek cut my Master's hamstrings, I cut down his feet, and his head." Ling Xiao said without hesitation: "Now, it's your turn."
"Ling Xiao, hello... you are very good!" Mo Yan was awkward, and the knife was cut off toward the neck of Cheng Gantai.
With a bang, a long shot smashed out, and the tip of the gun pierced Mo Yan's right hand wrist holding the machete!
"Ah!" Mo Yan screamed, and the hand couldn't hold the scimitar anymore, loosening the five fingers holding the machete.
The owner of the gun is undoubtedly Li Yuanhuan, the first official of Beibei.
The seven demon disciples have not yet seen how Li Yuanhuan is close to them, Miss Mo Er, Ling Xiao has already taken out the Yunlingzhu that Cheng Gantai bought for him, and instantly sent out more than three hundred spirits and demon magic skills. Fire mine!
The mad ray is mixed with the smoldering fire that can burn the soul, and it falls to the head of more than 300 seven-magic disciples. Although they did not directly kill these guys, but the pain of the soul burned them to make them unhappy.
The whole Tibetan cliff front sounded a scream!
"Ah!" Mo Yan made another scream, and her left hand was pierced by Li Yuanhuan with a gunpoint.
Mo Yan wanted to see Li Yuanhuan’s rifle still stay in his right hand, and his left hand took a machete from the space and wanted to slash it into a dry tai.
She thinks that her speed is fast enough. Li Yuanhuan wants to pull out the gun tip and stab it again. It is definitely too late.
Even if it is dead, Mo Yan will also pull into the burial!
Li Yuanhuan did not take out the rifle, but directly sent the rifle forward, and the gun passed through Mo Yan’s right hand and pierced the gun tip into Mo Yan’s left wrist.
A long gun, crossing the hands of Mo Yan, the and weird scene, so that the seven demon disciples who had already lost their temperament are even more fighting!