After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée - Chapter 166

[Chapter 166]

“Fuck your motherfucker!”

Before anyone else could answer, Daojun Tianhe first made a foul language, “When I’m scared?”

Chang Wu caresses the palm:

“It’s very, very, very good. As soon as you touch your lips, you want me to wait for the person to be handed over. The abacus is good.”

The Seven Kills were not even annoyed, and only played with a handful of gold liquid in his hand:

“Whether the abacus is good or not depends on the skill.”

“Now that you have entered the urn, are you still dreaming of that sweet dream of sitting down and talking in a peaceful manner?”

At this time, the hall has changed a lot.

The blood fog filled every space except the altar, and the effectiveness of the blood fog was confirmed almost instantly.

The big monks showed their magical powers and avoided the blood fog.

But the blood mist is like a ubiquitous blood-sucking worm. It can’t be shaken off when it touches a star and a half. It absorbs the energy very quickly, and a hole is corroded into a hole in less than two breaths of the energy shield opened by a monk in the magic realm.

Everyone gathered on the altar. Zheng Wan was taken out of the formation by Cui Wang, and stood with the others in the Brahma formation set up by Daoist Jingsu.

“This formation won’t last long.”

Daojun Jingsu looked solemn, “This fog is really unheard of, never seen before.”

“Amitabha.”

Cheng Xin clasped his hands together, “The poor monk smells the foul breath of thousands of wronged souls.”

Zheng Wan’s face turned pale, and since everyone gathered on the altar, her heart started beating again—

It was as if someone had thrown a fire into it, which made her feel hot and painful, and she couldn’t sit still.

She used to think that after practicing Dao, her angina would be cured without medicine: now it seems that the situation is just not tense enough.

“When the mortal emperor hunts, he will first let his soldiers surround all the prey to one place, and then shoot them to death.”

Zheng Wan suddenly opened her mouth, her throat was just healed, and her voice was still hoarse.

“We are now the prey that was besieged to the altar. He won’t let us go.”

She pointed to the groove:

“The liquid gold is not completely full yet.”

Everyone looked in the direction she pointed, only to see that the golden liquid was still a little bit short before it could completely fill the groove.

And just now, all their attention was drawn to the blood mist, but they didn’t pay attention to this detail.

“My daughter’s family is attentive.”

Tianhe Daojun glanced at her admiringly, “If you want to fill up this gold liquid, I’m afraid that two or three people will die, you—”

His copper-bell-sized eyes rolled around, “—Who wants to?”

Of course no one wants to.

If the victim is someone else, and it has nothing to do with me, it is really a last resort, and these people will probably only push that person out——

But once it is possible to endanger oneself, no one is willing.

“I should not be fooled by him. This thief wants to divide me and let me fight in the nest.”

“Wonderful, worthy of being the woman Ben Jun once took a fancy to.” Qi Sha clapped his hands, “In one sentence, the crisis was resolved.”

“Unfortunately, this is only the first level. Once that person takes action in person, I’m afraid you won’t be able to stay alive.”

“Who is that person?”

None of the monks present was stupid.

At this point, everyone understands that in the Great Sun Immortal Sect, it is obviously a Hongmen banquet arranged in advance, but I don’t know…

Who is behind the scenes.

“Is… Xingjun?”

Some people remembered a name that the cultivators of the evil alliance shouted fervently when they sacrificed themselves.

“Xingjun?” Jingsu Daojun was taken aback, “Is it a Xingjun who instructed you?”

In the history of Xuancang Realm, there are very few people who can be called Xingjun.

Star Lord Douluo, the highest honor in the lineage of divination.

And like Jingsu Daojun, you can only be called Daojun. To be called Xingjun, first of all, you must cultivate to the Void Realm——

Moreover, it has to be accurate.

What is the concept of the ten hexagrams and nine standards?

That’s almost prophetic – this is the realm of sages.

The line of divination is mostly short-lived, there are not many high-level monks, and it is extremely rare to cultivate to the Void Realm. In the line of Beimianmen, which has been passed down for thousands of years, there are also two star kings. .

One is the founder of the sect, and the other… is Xingjun Ziwei who disappeared halfway.

“Is it Senior Ziwei?”

Jingsu Daojun started a hexagram on the spot, but who knew that the tortoise shell was thrown into the air, and it was turned into powder by a force of the five elements.

His complexion changed greatly, and his fingers began to tremble:

“Break your life… Defying the sky… It’s Senior Ziwei, what is he, what is he going to do? No, that’s not right, if Senior Ziwei hasn’t ascended to immortality, at this time, his lifespan… would be a little longer.”

It’s long overdue to die and reach bliss.

Everyone looked at each other.

Among the great monks present, the oldest is Daojun Mingguang of the Guixu Sect. He will be 18,000 years old, and it is almost too late, but he also grew up listening to the legend of this Daojun.

Daojun Ziwei did not write much in the historical records, but he only did two things, which have been remembered to this day.

The first is to be a life-threatening body, and promotion is still in the virtual realm.

People who have broken their lives will build roads that are more rugged than ordinary people, but ruggedness also means luck.

The second is that he had predicted when he was in the realm of nothingness that the birth, time and place of the Great Sun Immortal Sect were all right.

And the last one, only those core figures of Zhengmeng knew.

Daojun Ziwei had predicted before his disappearance that in 50,000 years, a true Son of Heaven would appear in the Xuancang Realm.

This son upholds the fate of heaven, and his luck is amazing, but he has been honed in hardships in his early years, but he will soar into the sky after the age of twelve.

With this son here, the Prosperity of the Xuan Cang Realm can be expected——

And the Son of Fortune did appear 50,000 years later: the Daojun Liwei of Guixumen.

They are aligning with these core great cultivators, paying attention to this Son of Heaven from time to time, secretly escorting him along the way, for fear that there will be any loss of this Son of Heaven, who will bring prosperity to the Xuancang Realm.

Now, it is Xingjun Ziwei, who left the prophecy, and wants the life of this son of fate?

“What the hell is going on here?! Senior Ziwei, what does he-he want to do?”

Jingsu Daojun didn’t understand.

Seven Kills sneered:

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“Oh, the second level – here it comes.”

Following the joking sound of Seven Kills, the golden liquid that was still motionless just now started to bubble.

The bubbles soared little by little, merged with the blood mist in the air, and gradually, melted out…

A bloody man.

“Is it those evil cultivators who sacrificed themselves just now?”

Sharp-eyed recognized.

Those monsters made of blood mist and gold liquid, like soldiers attacking the wall in the mortal world, lined up neatly, climbed up the stairs, and then punched punch after punch—

“Boom”

“Boom”

Booming to this seemingly unbreakable formation.

The eighth-order Brahma formation set up by the dignified and dignified cultivator of the North Mianmen, was blasted out of a dense circle of large holes in less than ten breaths.

“Not good, spread out!”

Tianhe scolded angrily, drew his sword and went up.

Who knew that this time, he was actually blocked by Cui Wang. He embraced Zheng Wan with one hand, and took the master with the other and stepped into the air. Only in that place, there were no blood monsters.

“Don’t use weapons!”

But it’s too late.

Chang Wu Daojun slashed down with a sword, “Pfft”, and the bloody man who looked majestic just now burst open.

The golden liquid splashed like a goddess scattered flowers, splashing everywhere.

The smarter ones have flashed away.

But two people still got it.

Chang Wu Daojun was caught off guard and was splashed all over his face, and the Yuan Li hood was corroded into countless small holes. After a while, a heroic monk was melted into a pool of liquid.

And even faster, the pool of liquid was wrapped in blood mist and stood up again, becoming a monster that looked like “Chang Wu”.

The other unlucky person is Dao-Jun Jingsu, who has been a little stunned since he guessed “Xingjun Ziwei”.

The white-haired and white-bearded old cultivator wanted to pull Chang Wu, but only then did he get a little gold liquid on his wrist.

“…The old man has been making divinations for others all his life, but he is the only one who can’t make divinations for himself… It turned out that the divination that went out was a death divination…”

Gold fluid melts bone.

“Isuku!”

“Isuku!”

Several great monks shouted in succession.

Daojun Jingsu has a very high prestige in the Xuan Cang Realm. He has always been a good-natured man with a kind-hearted personality. Of the few present, who have not received his benefits?

Tianhe’s eyes are red:

“This, this damn—”

Zheng Wan watched silently.

She didn’t have much friendship with this old monk, but she also remembered the olive branch he first handed to her when she first entered the mountain gate:

“This girl doll wants to enter my Bei Mianmen?”

She refused, and he wasn’t angry either.

Such a person died here so silently.

Chang Wu, Shu Yu…

Including those cultists who have been brainwashed.

And all of this is just for one person’s ambition.

On the other side, Cui Wang used his sword to transform the rope into a rope in a short period of ten breaths, and surrounded several great cultivators and stood in the air together.

Qi Sha stood in the pile of blood and clapped his hands:

“The big formation is done.”

The blood flowed back, the gurgling golden liquid re-entered the groove, and the golden liquid——

full.

The golden light and the blood color blended together, and the grooves closed together, turning into a huge compass. With the altar as the center, the compass began to rotate at a high speed.

“Boom–”

The sky of the dome, closed.

In the center of the altar, the sarcophagus is erected.

Seven kills with regret:

“You probably forgot, Ziwei Xingjun has never been a last resort.”

He stood on the ground and looked up at Cui Wang in the sky:

“Mr. Li Wei, do you still want to hide behind like a tortoise with your head shrinking?”

In a short period of time, Cui Wang had woven a “cobweb” in mid-air with the sword qi rope. Everyone stood on the cobweb and looked down from the top.

He pushed the crowd away:

“What do you want?”

“Into the sarcophagus.”

Qi Sha narrowed his eyes, and his eyes passed through the crowd, and finally fell on Zheng Wan, who was in the middle. “I can guarantee that I will release other people, including your master and this…beautiful.”

“Don’t go.”

Zheng Wan grabbed Cui Wang’s sleeve all of a sudden, “Cui Wang, there must be other ways, you are not allowed to go.”

She thought of that dream.

Cui Wang lay unconscious in the sarcophagus, and his blood became his burial.

Zheng Wan did not expect that when she tried her best to come in, she finally watched things step by step to get here.

The big palm that manipulates fate behind it is too powerful, making it impossible for people to find a way to break the game.

“Hey, what’s the matter with you girl?”

Daojun Lu Yan stood up, “But if you enter the sarcophagus, your life and death are still unknown, and you can save other people, why not?”

“You think so too?”

Zheng Wan looked at the others.

“Naturally not. Girl, don’t worry, people want faces, trees want bark, and I must be with Daojun Li Wei!”

“Yes, yes, if there was no Li Wei Dao-jun, I would have become a monster by now.”

The good news is that only Daojun Lu Yan expressed his approval of Cui Wangjin’s sarcophagus.

“Wanwan,” Cui Wang flicked Zheng Wan’s hand away, “if we continue to stand still, it will be detrimental.”

“Just an old man who hides behind his back and pretends to be a ghost.” He said lightly, “What’s there to fear?”

“Besides, if I don’t go, how can I find him?”

“Cui Wang!”

Just when Zheng Wan was about to take out a dagger and threaten him not to go, Cui Wang entered the secret through a voice transmission:

“Wanwan, I already have a plan to deal with it, but it’s you. Be careful when you are outside, and you must follow the master and protect yourself.”

Zheng Wan knew that he would not change his mind again.

This man is very stubborn, and once he decides to pay attention, eight horses will not be able to pull him back.

She won’t transmit voice to secret, she only raised her voice:

“You remember, my life depends entirely on you, and if you die, so will I.”

Perhaps the existence of affection gu is too shallow recently, before…

The encounter with mother-in-law Jin was actually forgotten, the love gu has not yet been resolved, but the mother gu can no longer suppress the child gu, and loses the effect of making people dizzy.

Zheng Wan intended to remind Cui Wang to take care, but who knew that he was actually a pinch, and a white butterfly butterfly was suddenly released from his palm.

Yu Die wandered around and landed on Zheng Wan’s head gracefully.

Zheng Wan only felt her heart twitch and loosen, as if something that had been imprisoning her had been untied.

A little light, a little empty, and a little… unspeakable panic.

She looked at Cui Wang blankly.

“Emotional Gu has been resolved, everyone is worry-free, you… and be at ease.”

Cui Wang gave her a deep look, turned and walked towards the sarcophagus step by step.

This is no less than a heartbreaker!

Zheng Wan clenched the dagger all of a sudden, and a cold air and anger rose from the soles of her feet:

He… he didn’t believe her!

Do not believe that she is willing to live and die with him, misinterpreting her words as not wanting to die with him?

“Cui Wang, you, you bastard!”

Zheng Wan’s eyes were red.

Bloodshot eyes stared at Cui Wang’s blood-stained white robe.

Cui Wang turned around, he lay quietly in the sarcophagus, his dark eyes were as deep as the sea of stars, and when he looked at her through the crowd, he rarely bent.

“Clang clang-”

The upside-down sarcophagus was closed.

Zheng Wan’s heart also seemed to be buried in the dark underground.

She thought that when he came out safely, she would definitely, definitely scold him severely, scold him for not believing her, scold him for dissolving his insecurities at this juncture, savagely hang him for a month, kiss him again, and make peace with him.

The awkward time must not be too long.

A month at most, a month is fine.

Seven Kills over there leaned lazily against the sarcophagus:

“You sit, you sit.”

“The devil can sit still!”

Tianhe didn’t stop it at the time, but now his intestines are full of regrets, “What is the purpose of this little disciple entering?”

“A turtle king has lived too long, and God doesn’t like him, so of course he has to find a talisman.”

Seven Kills shrugged, “It’s stupid that you have kept the amulet for him for so long.”

“Then how do I get out?”

Deer tires of interjecting.

“You want to go out?” Qi Sha glanced at him, his mouth twitched, his wickedness overflowing, “Okay, I will send you out now.”

With a wave of his hand, Daojun Lu Yan, who had been staying well on the sword qi net, floated out like a kite and hit the altar with precision.

“Pfft-”

A great cultivator of the Wonderful Law Realm, his head was rotten like a soft melon.

The blood flowed to the sarcophagus and was sucked in by the sarcophagus.

“you–”

Rao couldn’t get used to seeing deer, but he couldn’t help but feel the sadness of a rabbit dying and a fox.

Others clenched the magic weapon in their hands one after another, as if facing the enemy:

“What do you mean? Didn’t you say that when Li Wei entered the sarcophagus, he would be released?”

“Oh, this gentleman and him, this is an old grudge.”

Qi Sha’s eyes seemed to abduct Zheng Wan vaguely, “His former daughter, crying, is so annoying.”

“…”

This kind of evil cultivator with unstable mind and nature, when the situation is not clear, it is better not to mess with it.

Zheng Wan settled down:

“Daojun’s meaning is to wait for the victory or defeat in the sarcophagus before releasing people?”

“Yes, beauty is clever.”

Qisha looked at her and said regretfully, “Although 99% of the people who came out were the same person, but that person has no interest in other people’s lives, it doesn’t matter if you let them go, it’s just you…”

“Beauty, how about I send you out first? When you go out, hide as far as you want, and don’t get caught.”

“Don’t go.”

Zheng Wan suddenly closed her mouth.

She must let Cui Wang see, she is willing.

She will.