Chapter 125: Bad relationship, revenge, new journey

Xue Feng instructed everyone, "Only the Sword Master Fuyu can eliminate this demon. The sword masters of all dynasties have claimed to be descendants of Taiwu. If the secret is not bad, then the descendants of Taiwu will be born in fifty years, and you will need to wait. Help, please don't refuse."
　　 Lu Zhengkang asked, "When you were born, did you already have a pivot?"
　　 "Nature."
　　 "Then the previous records about the Demon Axis are all rumors?"
　　 "It is ancient, as the name suggests." Xue Feng frowned, "I should leave, otherwise you will have to fight again."
　　 After speaking, his resolute and huge body turned into sand and flew away. The most strange thing is that the huge temple disappeared with it, as if it was just an illusion.
This is not surprising to Lu Zhengkang. In order to satisfy Quan Hongming’s consumption of abnormal changes during his enchantment, the gray traces also extracted a large amount of upper edges to supplement itself, and the surrounding buildings were completely hollowed out of the origin of existence, but left a void. The upper edge of the shell, which has now been taken away, returns, but it can no longer return to its original shape, so the hedge collapses.
　　 This kind of gray mark that represents the power of the relationship is actually inseparable from the upper rim itself, or a dark side of the upper rim. Lu Zhengkang just thought about it and named it evil.
Daoist Kunqing took a sigh of relief, shook his head and shook his head and said: "Little monk, even if it is a tie this time, let's gamble when we have time, and the Daoist will go back to heal our wounds!" Go and call the chief inspector in front of him,
Patriarch Quan, fortunately not insulting your life! This calamity is over, and then Quan Mansion will be safe and sound. As long as you do more good deeds, you will be able to bless your descendants.

Quan Suhuan's face was pale, and his heart was not yet calmed by the cry of ghosts. He reluctantly returned a bow and forced a smile, "Thank you for your help, but I never thought that such a disaster would happen at home... just, Master, My big brother, is he dead now?"
　　 Kunqing stroked his beard, "Being occupied by the incarnation of Xiangshu, naturally disappears, and the soul is hard to reincarnate, and can only suffer eternally under the evil demon."
　　 Quan Suhuan's complexion was complicated, but he was definitely not even a little bit happy.
　　 "Okay, I see, let's go back to the villa to rest, Master, I will deliver you medicine later."
　　 "Palace lord is polite, poor road retires."
　　 Lu Zhengkang stared at the void, and a soul-ridden soul floated quietly. He was Quan Hongming.
　　 He is like the shade of a tree at noon, mottled with gray stains, but he is still calm.
　　 Quan Hongming looked at Quan Suhuan silently.
　　 He doesn't have much time, and evil fate is pulling him under the upper boundary, the depths of the world that no one can see.
　　 Lu Zhengkang restrains Quan Hongming with his heart.
　　 This lonely soul seemed surprised. He turned his head and looked at Lu Zhengkang. He tried hard to see through his appearance-a sun!
　　 Quan Hongming trembled, and the looking Bodhisattva and the peaceful world evolved in his palm.
　　 "I ask the Bodhisattva to help the villain!" Quan Hongming weeped, "The villain just wants to say a few more words to the younger sister Quan Suhuan."
　　 Lu Zhengkang waved to him, his soul flew into his palm, the upper edge poured in, Quan Hongming turned into a small light spot, like a white seed covered with gray spots.
　　 Good luck always gives people a ray of life.
　　 And Lu Zhengkang, he is good fortune.
　　 Mo Yun came over and asked him, "Now that the matter is resolved, should we go now?"
　　 "You want to take revenge, I will wait for you one day."
"enough."
　　 The swordsman went out with a sword and nodded slightly to Quan Suhuan. As for Ning Baiyi, he pretended not to see it.
　　 Lu Zhengkang looked up at the sky.
　　 This winter is really long.
　　……
　　 In the middle of the night, the swordsman was walking in the cottage.
　　 His gait is graceful and light, as if he is walking around a garden, not a den of bandits.
　　 The slashing dragon dances lightly like the clear light of a river.
In the last quarter of the moon, standing on a cliff, you can vaguely see the silent and dark silhouettes of the distant villages. The mountains and forests are dead. The cold wind has harvested all the lives that love to cry. Now only ice and snow are the biggest language, and its whispering is absolutely impossible. Not well-meaning.
　　 Every winter, there are some people who can't survive, and their lives disappear silently.
　　 Mo Yun stared at the wilderness with melancholy eyes, and suddenly blocked with his sword.
Ding--
　　 A silent iron dart was opened, spinning, reflecting the blue light, falling into the cliff without a trace.
　　 The swordsman whispered, "So anxious to die?"
Behind 　　 stood a man in cloth clothes, with a fierce look, gritted his teeth, "The brothers in the village were killed by you. Tonight, I will die with you!"
　　 "You came too late and took my time too much, but fortunately, the sky full of moonlight is very pleasing to me."
　　 Mo Yun turned his head and looked at the other's familiar face, and his face was clearly visible in the moonlight.
　　 "It's you! You are not dead!"
　　 "Very unexpected? That's right." The swordsman smiled, his eyes cold, "This is the reason for your defeat."
　　 The man dressed as a farmer was one of the gangsters who attacked Mo Yun behind the scenes that day.
　　 "Okay! Today is nothing more than killing you again! What's the problem." After speaking, he took out a medicine bottle from his waist, opened the cork, and slammed it towards Mo Yun.
　　 A large splash of poison powder, like a thick cloud, Mo Yun sighed slightly: "The poisoning technique is so clumsy. It's a pity that these flavors are good poison!"
　　 He was short and pierced through the poisonous fog, and he was facing a pair of red palms, as hot as a soldering iron.
　　 "Fulongtan Bone Forging Fist? The heat is not bad!"
　　 His light and flirty comments are condescending, making the opponent extremely angry.
　　 Thief Kou couldn't hit him at all, just like the other bandits.
　　 This was originally a battle without suspense, and it should have been a battle without suspense when I came to suppress the bandits.
　　 It's a pity, I got three shots in the back.
　　 An unnecessary humiliation, an unnecessary injury.
　　 This humiliation, Mo Yun wants them to truly empathize!
　　 The moonlight doesn't feel dim.
　　 The numb bandit, panting, standing still.
　　 The long sword pierced his chest lightly.
　　 He fell to the ground, convulsed a few times, blood wet the ground.
　　 What a lonely mountain, the rock is undulating, and now there is a river ~ EbookFREE.me ~ a river of blood.
　　 One hundred and thirty-four people, no less than half.
　　 They are fountains, falling everywhere.
　　 These flowing, dry Yinhong liquids slid down the mountain, washing away the sin and humiliation.
　　 The mountain is crying blood, the swordsman is silent.
　　 Mo Yun found all his belongings.
　　 Can sword, Yuqin, token.
　　 In addition, some gold and silver were found.
　　He rubbed the object in his hand, "Welcome home."
　　……
　　 Lu Zhengkang took Mo Yun to bid farewell to Quanfu.
"where are we going?"
　　 "No, it should be, where do you want to go?"
　　 The swordsman asked the monk, "Is there a difference?"
　　 "Yes, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it the next way."
　　 "There is nothing that scares me."
"That's good."
　　 The little novice monk glows all over, the body grows up, and a pair of prosperous and gorgeous jade white antlers are born on the forehead, the black hair is coiled into a bun, and the face is majestic and kind, what a living Buddha!
　　 Mo Yun was silent for a long time.
　　 "I must be dreaming..."
　　 "Let's go, don't be stunned."
　　 "Where to go?"
　　 "Kunlun."
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