Chapter 193: Deep in the mountains

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After a while, Zuo Qiuze also chased down in the breath of his two. Looking around, he could not see the two of them. I thought that the two had certainly not gone far. He chased the old man for a long time, and he was tired and thirsty at the moment. When I saw this great spring, how could I not be moved by it, and was about to move towards the shore, fearing fraud, and laughing: "Haha! I'm seeing you bastard! This time see where you are going!" Die! "
Murong Xian'er was startled and was about to get up. Xiao Chen quickly held her down and shook her head gently.
Zuo Qiuze listened carefully, saw no movement, and laughed again: "Haha! Little girl! You're caught! Obey your son and go back to training!"
He was dancing and dancing on the shore alone, probably tired of singing alone, and he did n’t respond for a long time. I guess these two people really did not ambush nearby. Now they walked to the edge of the stream, just waiting to hold the water. Drink, suddenly saw a pool of water on the ground, meditation for a moment, went a little downstream, did not take two steps, and shook his head back.
He took out his long sword and stirred it twice in the water. When he saw nothing unusual, he squatted down to hold the water. Unexpectedly, the moment his fingertips touched the surface of the water, a fire column suddenly burst out from the bottom of the water. Blasted him ten feet tall.
Zuo Qiuze was frightened and angry. At this moment, a white mang flew towards him. Finally, he was not low. With a move, Mo Soul Sword seemed to feel, immediately flew to block the sword, followed In the direction of Bai Mang's flight, he suddenly saw the two of Xiao Chen behind the boulder and said angrily: "Asshole! I must punish your Nine Clan!"
At the moment, his clothes were broken, his face was scorched, and blood continued to emerge from his nose. His hair was half scorched and half was scorched. Although he was not valued in the family, at least some grandfather and great-grandfather loved him. One day outside is not beautiful scenery, how ever so embarrassed?
Thinking of all of this as a gift from a kid who built a foundation, his anger has reached a point where he can't be increased. He will never allow Xiao Chen to leave the Changyin Mountains alive today, otherwise, once this matter spreads, where will this young son of the Zuoqiu family still be? Have a face to stay in Canglan City?
I saw his arm sway hard, and a golden rune flew towards the big stone where Xiao Chen was located. That rune was only slap in size at the beginning, and then it was two or three feet long, and the golden mansions were everywhere, and the runes were full of marks. Strange words, surrounded by layers of secret techniques, seemed to swallow everything in the world.
Xiao Chen secretly said that this was a Fuzhuan made by Yuan Yingxiu. Was it the power of waiting? Ling Xianbu instantaneously started, pulling up Murong Xian'er and flashing aside, but he had just escaped for ten long distances, There was a huge suction behind Mengjue, sucking him towards the previous dashi.
The consciousness swept back, but when I saw everything nearby, whether it was dashi or towering ancient wood, I was drawn into the golden seal seal.
Zuo Qiuze's expression was crazy, and he laughed: "Hahaha! Bastard! You don't want your baby, I must kill you today!"
Xiao Chen was terrified in his heart, which reminded him of an ancient magic weapon Hundred Yuan Gold Bucket. There is a Hundred Yuan space in the Hundred Yuan Gold Bucket, which can absorb all things in the world. If covered by it, none of the fairy demon can escape, I am afraid There is also a mixed space in Fuzhuan.
Once sucked into the mixed-element space, and not to mention that the flesh immediately turns into a pool of blood, the soul will be refined within twelve hours.
The wind was roaring around, seeing that he was going to be sucked into the rune, anxious and helpless, Murong Xian'er suddenly said: "Brother Xiao Chen, didn't Senior Mo Xuan give you a mirror when you left?"
Xiao Chen then remembered the Yin-Yang Qiankun mirror given by Mo Xuanzi, together, meditating on the mantra, and immediately sacrificed the Qiankun mirror. When Mo Xuanzi gave him this thing, he passed the usage of this thing to him as a god. When he chanted a mantra, the mirror of Qiankun grew larger and larger in mid-air, showing black and white.
The black side immediately shot a black long awn towards Fu Zhuan, the Fu Zhuan became bigger and bigger, and finally a loud bang burst, sending out a fierce force all around, but when he touched this force Everything turned into powder in a flash.
Zuo Qiuze's face changed a lot. Although he had prepared in advance, he jumped off and was injured by an arm. If he had a Fuzhuan body, he might be blurred.
Xiao Chen was close to the explosion point and could not take Murong Xian'er away in such a short period of time. The white face of the Yin Yang Qian Kun mirror suddenly radiated a white awn, which enveloped him and bounced back all of them. Finally, when the violent winds stopped around, the mirror shook and fell into Xiao Chen's hands, becoming the same as the ordinary mirror.
In the distance, Zuo Qiuze was very angry, obviously he was thrown away by the seal, but he almost killed himself. The was unscathed. He hated and annoyed. With the injured left arm, he vigorously stirred up a blood Smeared on the Mo Soul Sword, followed by pinching chanting mantra.
The Mo Soul Sword instantly phantomed a hundred-foot-long black sword shadow towards Xiao Chen, with a ferocious momentum. The valley that had already calmed down was once again a gusty wind, and the surrounding trees and grass were flying, and the rocks were shot. The slashes of the gods are indelible.
"Hey! My blood-killing curse of the Zuoqiu family, asshole, you die!"
Seeing this sword coming fiercely, avoiding inevitable, Murong Xian'er's face changed greatly: "Brother Xiao Chen!"
Xiao Chen's expression was calm, and countless thoughts flashed in his mind for a moment. I saw that he pushed hard, divided a Yuanli force to wrap Murong Xian'er, sent out dozens of feet away, followed by two fingers, and left Qiu Ze With one finger, the Wujin Sword suddenly turned into a white awn and flew past.
Zuo Qiuze's face changed slightly, thinking he should run away, why would he suddenly face up against himself? Seeing that Bai Mang was getting closer and closer, he obviously had to take his own life. Zuo Qiuze shouted badly. Could this be desperate with himself and die with himself!
At the moment, he used his family secrets and manipulated the Mo Soul Sword. He could no longer urge Fuzhu to resist external attacks. With all his thoughts, he finally decided to give up this blow. After all, his life was more important, and he died with this bastard. Too worthless.
However, when he received the sword, his face was still cut by the non-scaling sword. He was so angry that when he looked over there, the other party had already escaped into the depths of the mountain range.
Zuo Qiuze's gaze was fixed, it was clearly noon, but the end of the mountain seemed to be covered with an endless black mist, and there was a very fierce viciousness hidden in it, but he was angry at the moment, and had already great-great ancestor 'S admonishment was completely forgotten, his figure wobbled, and he caught up.
At this moment, in an unknown corner deep in the mountains, a thick layer of dead leaves piled up on the ground, and a highly decaying arm slowly protruded from the ground.
"Tu'er, you took the soul of a teacher back then, and in the blink of an eye, you will come back to you when you take the soul of that woman for a teacher ..."
The hollow voice echoed in the forest, making the dark day of the forest more ghostly.