Chapter 473: Self-defeating

"Tell me, who is it?" asked the old man hate.
"It’s Xiao Yu, and Feng Lingran. They joined forces to swindle Luo Yuan and me to kill us.
Qiulan’s translucent soul said sadly:
Predecessors, I and Luo Yuan’s son died well. Miserable! You must kill Xiao Yu and Feng Lingran and avenge us."
Qiulan distort the facts, the purpose is to make the older hate Xiao Yu and Feng Lingran more. Anyway, she is already dead. She is waiting for Xiao Yu in the yin dynasty. After she is dead, she can help her high school to remove the phoenix. Qiulan suddenly felt that she was very great. She was the one who could give up everything for the Nangong Temple.
Your Majesty, if you know that Qiulan is dead, will you have a little bit of sadness?
Qiulan suddenly wanted to know, but she knew very well that her soul had stayed in this world for a short time. She had to go to the Yin Cao government to report that she became a ghost and Xiao Yu. Why did Xiao Yu die after the death? Staying in the world for so long?
It’s too unfair. When a person dies, it’s not like a beast...
"Xiao Wei, Feng Lingran, you give me waiting, the old man does not kill you to avenge your nephew, the old man swears not to be human." The old man said cold and hateful.
At the moment.
A white figure suddenly came to the face, the face of Zhu Xian, saw Luo Yuan and Qiulan on the ground, his tight heart did not relax at all: "Hey, where is the baby?"
The sound of Nangong Temple just fell, the old man suddenly shot at Nangong, watching the eyes of Nangong, like an enemy watching the sea.
The night volleyed and fell, blocking in front of the Nangong Temple, the cold sword in the hand just stabbed out, was beaten by the old man's palm, and the night was shocked, this old man has a strong internal force.
"Your Majesty, go fast." The night screamed.
Nangong Temple did not leave immediately. He stood there, glanced at the old man and the night in the air, and his eyes moved to the dead Luo Yuan, as if he wanted to find something on him.
The road he found, the ground is like a red plum spread out, exudes a quiet fragrance, so shocking, Nangong is familiar with the smell of Xiao Yu's blood, he can almost certainly determine that the blood is dripping from Xiao Yu.
Found here, Luo Yuan died, but did not see Xiao Yu, then is it that Xiao Yu is still alive? Perhaps Feng Lingran came over and saved her.
When Nangong湚 suddenly thought of Xiao Yu walking with him, Feng Lingran gave her a thing, so that she was crushed when she was in danger. Nangong’s hold and tightened to the heart of pain, muttered:
兮Nothing happens, Feng Ling is one step ahead of me. He saved Xiao Yu."
At this moment, Xiao Yu’s life and death, Nan Gongzhen mentioned Feng Lingran, no longer a jealousy, but fortunately.
Qing Xingfeng Ling suddenly found Xiao Yu earlier than him. Qing Xingfeng has already left Xiao Yu with his left, and he did not encounter this crazy man.
The night is not the opponent of the old man. After a dozen strokes, his body is in the palm of his hand. He has spurted a few mouthfuls of long blood. The internal organs have been displaced. Seeing that the old man is attacking Nangong, his pupil is fierce. I want to stop the old man, a little move, blood and heart attack, another long blood spout...
When the old man moved to the front of Nangong, the soul of Qiulan floated over and opened his arms to block the old man.
"Predecessors, you can't hurt, he and Luo Yuangong have a good relationship, I don't know Xiao Yu that the monk and Feng Lingran jointly killed Luo Yuangong, if you accidentally killed Luo Yuangong's friend, Luo Yuan Gongzi It’s not dead.

The old man heard the words, the thick and mysterious palm of his hand, did not hit the body of Nangong, the nephew was dead, he could not let the nephew die.
"Boy, the old man wants you to send all the soldiers immediately, to catch Xiao Yu and Feng Lingran." The old man said to Nangong in a tone of command.
The soul of Qiulan turned over and looked at the face of Nangong Zhuxian with greed, and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, you will promise the predecessor."
As long as you eliminate Xiao Yu and Feng Lingran, you are the strongest emperor of this continent, unite the world, just around the corner, is this not your dream? Qiulan has been realized for you, but unfortunately, Qiulan is dead, and can't see the moment when His Majesty will dominate the world.
Nangong can't see Qiulan, and she can't hear her voice. Only when she cultivates to a certain height, can she see the soul of the people. Nangong is drinking poison since childhood, and the body is not suitable for practicing martial arts. He has stubbornly come over. It is not easy to train martial arts to the present level, but his martial arts is only used to protect him. Compared with Feng Lingran, it is simply a heaven, an underground, if not, it will not be Feng Ling at the beginning. Then a palm hurts so embarrassing.
"Who are you? What are the qualifications?"
The appearance of Nangong Yuxian is as cold as ice, greet the old man's brown eyes, and feels the pressure of the old man suddenly released. He tightens his fingers and is not afraid.
The old man is a bit strange. This boy is pale and his lips are black and gray. He is obviously poisoned. His life is not long. What makes him horrified is that this boy is very weak, but he can stand under his pressure. So straight, if you change to someone else, you will fall down and beg for mercy.
"Kid, you better do what the old man said, don't touch the old man, the old man kills you, only one finger."
The old man simply does not put Nangong in his eyes. The most important thing for him now is to find Xiao Yu and Feng Lingran, to avenge his nephew. If he is not going to use the power of this kid to find someone, he will rely on this kid’s disrespectful words. He will send him to hell.
"Predecessors, you are angry, let me communicate with your majesty! Maybe I have a way to let my Majesty serve the predecessors."
The old man looked at Qiulan's praying expression, and the palm of his hand smacked some mysterious spirit against the soul of Qiulan. The soul of Qiulan gradually appeared in front of Nangong Temple.
"Your Majesty." Qiulan looked at Nangong 激动 excitedly, and she didn't know whether she was excited or sad: "Qiu Lan is already dead. I can't wait for the next time and there is a small hall..."
Nan Gongyi saw the soul of Qiulan, first surprised, then flashed disgust, he directly interrupted Qiulan, asked: "The child is still alive, she was gone by Feng Lingran, right?"
Although he already guessed it in his heart, he would like to decide from Qiulan's mouth that he can be safe if he is sure.
Qiu Lan’s expression was a bit weird. She died so badly that she didn’t have any sad expressions. Instead, she cares about Xiao Yu’s monk?
Qiu Lan said with anger: "Xiao Yu can't live, she was cursed by Luo Yuan, the blood on her body is almost drained, no one can get her..."
Qiulan’s words were not finished yet. Nangong’s hand flew out a character and posted it on her mouth. It was full of golden light, and Qiu Lan saw it, and her eyes were horrified, as if she saw a deadly artifact, she would The soul of the soul is flying.
Qiulan wants to ask the old man to save her. She is already dead. She will soon report to the Yin Cao government. Why did she not let her go?
It is a pity that the old man did not intend to save her. I thought that this woman could say that she was moving Nangong. Since she didn't have the ability, she wasted his spiritual power, and her soul flew away.