Chapter 188: contact

Rong Xian recognized Chong Guang, who was the man whom she met when she was forced by the old woman to ‘respect the Lord’ when she was in Shiqiao, three years ago.
At that time, in order to clear the field, she gave this person a slap.
"I just said, we will meet again." Rong Xian smiled warmly, without half haze.
In fact, Rong Xian also did not expect that the person with whom he had met in the past would be the target of her killing today. At that time, she only thought that the person was good. The Xiaoqianjie was so big and they would meet again.
I didn't expect to meet again but on such an occasion, this man was really deep in hiding.
Moreover, Chong Guang is not only an enemy to be destroyed by his artifact, but also one of the killers of the Yu ethnic group.
Well, this man has to die anyway.
On the clouds, the confrontation between Chongguang and Black Ravens continued.
Chong Guang was angry at Xiao Xiao and told Mo Xiu by actual action that he was not afraid of fighting, and he would accompany him to the end.
The smile on the black crow's face slowly converged, his eyes were red with blood, and when he looked at him, he seemed to be a bloodthirsty beast, who could jump at any time to bite him.
"No one has dared to provoke me like this for a long time." His face was sickly flushed, and the moment his voice came out, it brought acrid blood to the whole world.
The next moment, the black crow had disappeared.
Everyone looked intently, and even Chongguang disappeared.
"What's going on? What about them?" Everyone was asking the question.
The eyes of Bai Song and others, together with Zhen Zhen, the elders, and the old ancestors, looked into the depths of the clouds, where they fought.
The next moment, someone shouted, "Look at heaven."
Everyone heard the sound and looked up.
On one side is the blood red magic energy, on the other side is the dignified righteousness, each occupying half of the sky.
The two sides cling to each other, killing each other and devouring each other.
"It seems that in a short period of time, we can't tell the difference." Zhen Zhen came to a conclusion with certainty.
The elders and the three elders nodded in agreement. The two of them looked at Lu, the ancestor on the left, and turned their heads to continue this rare battle.
A hundred miles away from Yuxiaomen, Rong Xian stood outside the tent, squinting, the vast sea-like consciousness poured out like tide, silently explored everything, and found a hidden place below the deep pit. When she was there, her expression moved, and the hidden energy wave was transmitted in a secret way.
Qu Lang, who was watching the battle, was stiff and seemed to have received any news. He took out the order, and the spiritual power in his hand poured out, so that Fu Fu flew into the layers of black clouds above his head.
"Hm? There is an order from the Lord." Chen Yan shouted softly.
Jiang Jin smiled and stretched out his hand to prepare the result sign, and said in his mouth, "Change me this time ..."
The words did not fall, and Lingfu was pinched by a white palm with a rosary.
Jiang Jin swallowed the rest of the words immediately, and Zuo Hufa went out on his own, and nothing happened to him.
The next moment, standing in front of Qu Lang was a holy man with a string of beads on his wrist.
The young man handed over the lingfu, with sadness and compassion in his eyebrows: "The donor, your thing."
Qu Lang was a little hesitant. He subconsciously took the order and asked dryly, "You, who are you?"
This momentum suddenly weakened, okay?
He clearly called Moxiu. How could a monk who resembled a monk came out? Could it be that he was too hard and smashed the baton on this man?
It seemed to see what he was thinking. The holy face of the youth raised a smile, as if the Buddha had pinched a flower, full of Zen.
Then he said, "What does the donor tell the poor monk to do?"
Qu Lang: This sentence is a bit familiar.
#Every magician he calls will say this #
He is now sure. The monk, who is very much like a monk in front of him, is really a demon monk. He pointed to the pit with some entanglement and said, "There is a passage in the lower right. You can bring the people inside."
The youth's clean eyes lightened slightly, the holy breath became unpredictable, and the grinning smile on the corner of his mouth became teasing.
Glancing at his eyes, he yelled, "You're funny, no wonder ... it hasn't been replaced."
He didn't dare to mention Rong Xian's name, looked at Qu Lang's dumbfounded look, and jumped into the pit with joy.
Qu Lang: Is this man's mind wrong?
The action on Qu Lang's side is not secret, and the elders and others have all seen it.
The elder exclaimed, "Is he ?!"
"Who are you talking about?" Wu Wenning asked curiously.
The three elders almost bald his beard: "The magic repair called out by the Lord of the Gates just now is the left protection method of the unintentional cliff, without phase."
No phase?
Wu Wenning pronounced the name twice, and said puzzled, "It sounds like a monk."
"He's a monk." The elder added that although he didn't know where Zuo Hufa lived, the kind of monk could never be wrong.
Suddenly, Suzuran scratched in her eyes: "He can be no different than a monk."
How could a monk look so handsome and still have great momentum.
The elder gave the granddaughter a white look and said, "He is not only a monk, but also a demon."
"What did he do?" Zhen Zhen asked casually.
The elder elicited a small induction, and shook his head helplessly: "The residual power of the devil there is still raging, and my consciousness has been torn before it is close."
Wu Zhen tried it, and finally withdrew the consciousness. He also couldn't take the brutal and power, and for the time being, he had to wait.
When Zuo Hufa jumped into the deep pit, the first thing he learned was the heavy light.
The heavy pupil who was fighting the black crow shrank, and the movements on his hands became more and more fierce.
Someone moved his enchantment, and that man's cultivation was no less than him.
Zhong Guang's eyes were full of sorrow, and at this time he finally figured out the purpose of the demon repair-for the sake of clear waves.
Or did he know from the beginning, but he did n’t understand that Moxiu was so motivated to be a clear wave?
Are all the magicians with Qingbo and grudges?
Or does the person behind Moxiu have a grudge against Qingbo?
Those who can direct these demon repairs, in addition to resting their hearts and respecting the Lord, can't think of anyone else.
But Xi Xinzun has nothing to do with Qing Bo.
No no no, there is a connection between them, the only connection is-Rong Xian!
There was something flashy in the mind of Zhongguang's mind, but even if he thought of it, it was useless. All he had to do now was not to let Qingbo appear in the sight of everyone.
At that time, Shen Jiuluo and Rong Xian, the two Yu clan remnants, had already made Qingbo infamous. If he had a connection with Qingbo, the reputation of Yu Xiaomen would be gone.
He looked tense, and used 10% of his skill to fight back at Moxiu.
The black crow was injured with a single palm, but his face was not half annoyed. He laughed, completely disregarding his injury, and rushed to the light like a madman, shouting: "Happy, come again."
Such a fierce and lethal style of play made the elders look sideways.
Chong Guang was entangled for a while, Zhi Zhen looked at him with a tight frown, and whispered: "Chong Guang is anxious, but why is he anxious."