Chapter 679: One more

This verdict was actually inferred by Miss Yuan a year ago.
But she dare not say.
Because if you say it, the Wanxian Bureau will have to be destroyed.
Lord Yuan is not a good talker.
Therefore, she would rather spend a year to find a way to crack it and find a way to save the life of Lord Yuan. After reckoning, the only thing that can solve this problem is the Nine Consecutive Wisdom Souls hidden in the Tianjing Futu.
That's why she did not hesitate to exhaust her family property, recruit masters, and explore Tianjing Floating Butchery.
Fortunately, she met Shen Zhenyi. Cai Bing got the nine souls and souls in a bloodless way. Now, in retrospect, it is like a dream.
With this thing in hand, she dared to tell the truth.
But even so, you have to face the anger of Yuan Wangye first.
"Bold!"
Grandpa Yuan yelled.
His anger turned into substance, like a wave of air, which exploded. Ms. Yuan only felt that her chest was boring, and she was blasted out of her mouth, her mouth was bleeding, and the people around her were even more upset.
The gate of Wanxian Bureau was already smashed by this anger, bricks and stones flew, and giant trees broke.
"My King's destiny is returned, noble, and martial arts is overwhelming. How can he die, and how can he die by death!"
Lord Yuan's voice was cold. "Your judgement at Wanxian Bureau is really not good."
Not good, it's death.
The rain stopped.
To be exact, it was not the rain that stopped, but because of the anger of the seven masters of God and Human Reality, the raindrops stagnated and turned into steam. The original situation of spring rain turned into a white mist.
In the dimness, Lord Yuan Yuan's eyes, like mung beans, flickered fiercely.
If one word is wrong, there will be no place for burial.
Ms. Yuan swallowed her mouth and stubbornly said, "The Lord is surrounded by enemies on all sides, and the crisis is full of danger. It was indeed exhausted. However, my Wanxian Bureau calculated that the Ming Dynasty has a chance to break the situation, which is this thing."
She held Nine Souls in both hands and held her head up respectfully.
Nine skulls were smoky, and the cry of ghosts was faint.
"Oh?"
Yuan Yuan's face fluttered a little.
He reached for a look, and Nine Spirits flew up in a series, and fell steadily into his hands. There was a big string in Miss Yuan's hands, but in his hands, it was just a small pendant wrapped around a thick finger.
"Nine souls in a row?"
Although the prince Yuan is greedy, he is also a person who knows the goods. As the last prince, he also recognizes the nine souls and souls that have transferred disaster in this legend.
"OK! OK! OK!"
He squinted and was very satisfied: "The Wanxian Bureau really has Mr. Yuan Da's legacy, and he can take this nine-soul series of wise souls to transfer for the king. It also counts as your trouble. It seems that you don't have to die today . "
He is not a fool.
He could n’t understand the crisis in Xuantian City.
But this big vortex, stretching his head is also a knife, shrinking his head is also a knife, what can he do for a man who is eager for ease and enjoyment.
If it weren't for the dilemma, who would be fine for fortune telling?
Perhaps only this wise soul nine serials can save his life.
Unexpectedly, Wanxianju decayed to this point, and could still help him find this thing, Lord Yuan Yuan rejoiced and laughed.
The rain that turned into fog just condensed into raindrops again, and then rushed down. Everyone was dripping wet, but no one dared to talk, and only laughed with the Lord Yuan.
Just then.
Deep in the rain lane, a red figure slowly walked out, dragging his sword to the ground, and even on the wet ground, bright yellow sparks still bloomed.
A curvy trajectory stretched behind him, not knowing how long it had been.
auzw.com Grandpa Yuan is still laughing.
He felt murderous, but he didn't take it seriously.
With his seventh-best martial arts practice, coupled with a plump body that is almost impenetrable, and various guards inside and out, he is not afraid of assassination at all.
What's more, now Nine Souls has reached his hands.
The death of his life should have passed.
Who can kill him?
Lord Yuan looked up at the sky and didn't care.
The sixteen sacred soldiers carrying the sedan chair were tense, but they were nervous. They were the first to block the assassin's blow.
Seems slow and fast, the red man seems to be flashing between them, and has reached the crowd.
Only then could I see that this was a small girl, her unsheathed sword blade was seven feet long, taller than her, and she had to drag to the ground.
"Who is coming! Quickly back down!"
"You must not run into the Lord!"
"Go further, kill without amnesty!"
The warrior carrying the sedan shouted in a mess.
In any case, Lord Yuan is also a descendant of the dynasty and has his own privileges.
Even if they were unwilling to do so, that was also the guard of Lord Yuan.
The girl paused.
The murderous spirit diffused in the rain and fog suddenly disappeared.
Everyone was relieved.
Maybe it was a misunderstanding. It was just a Wuchi girl who accidentally bumped into Yuan Yuan's car. After all, there are countless people who want to kill Grandpa Yuan, but it is not enough to send a young girl to die.
"Little sister, leave quickly, don't bother here!"
The voices of the sedan warriors were much softer.
The girl in red slowly raised her head, her eyes were pale, her skin was as white as paper, and a pair of black pupils like paint were in it.
Suddenly, the corner of her mouth raised, a strange smile appeared.
"Be careful!"
The crowd was stunned and suddenly felt something was wrong.
Jian Guang suddenly started!
A crimson sword-like light, turned into a ghost, and fluttered to fit!
Goal-Lord Yuan!
"Sura-Heaven's Burn!"
Yuan Yuanye's eyes exploded, and he screamed with horror. Both palms were pushed flat. The nine souls flew in situ, turned into a black arc, and stopped in front of the red long-horned ghost.
I thought that such treasures could withstand this sword for a while, so that he could calmly carry out his exercises and use Amitabha ’s peerless body exercises to reach this evil sword. However, it never occurred to me that after the Jiu Jiu Nian serial sacrifice had risen, he did not hold it for a second in front of the fiery red Shura, and immediately collapsed and spread out on all sides.
"not good!"
Yuan Wang's heart broke.
His upper body of Amitabha has not finished his exercises, and the sacred sword of Shura Tianzhi is imminent. If he wants to resist, what time is there?
laugh!
The red evil spirit passed by, and the grandfather Yuan Yuan was on the spot.
After a few seconds of silence, his huge body was evenly split into two halves, flying out to the left and right!
A blood waterfall rose into the sky.
A black skull of the Nine Spirits series rolled down in a pool of blood, dripping and wandering, and did not stop for a long time.
The prince of Yuan who got the nine souls of the soul, still hasn't escaped the fate of death.