The villain of fast time travel, he wants to be good

Chapter 290 Qingxin killed Nangong Wentian
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It's just that his surprise was not over yet, when he suddenly saw the little wooden fish demon pill being taken out by a Taoist priest, it was a heart-shaped inner pill with colorful streamers.

At that time, Yunyan's face was pale, without a trace of blood, and after a slight pause, she turned into a tarnished wooden fish and fell to the ground.

"Little wooden fish!"

The heart-piercing voice roared out, and the eyes were red, but not a single tear fell.

Some people say that when a person is extremely sad, there are no tears.

Qing Xin was now speechless except for the initial cry before.

Although he didn't want to admit it, when Xiao Muyu disappeared, he suffered a cardiac arrest.

Qingxin knelt down on the ground and held the little wooden fish in her palm as if it were a treasure.

In front of my eyes, like fast-forwarding, the details of the relationship between the two of them are playing, there is her angry and scolding, there is her greedy and mischievous, there are all kinds of little wooden fish, but there is no appearance of her leaving her.

Qing Xin held the wooden fish and put it on her cheek, her lips trembled for a long time and finally opened her mouth.

"Xiaomu, get up and talk to me, and I won't force you to eat vegetables again, okay?"

"Hahaha... eat vegetables? Emperor brother, you may be stupid? How can you eat vegetables when you are dead? You might as well tell me what the purpose of my will is. At that time, I found the method of immortality, and maybe I can share it with you."

"To shut up!"

When Qingxin said the word, the Buddha light around her body started to turn red strangely!
Like blood.

"This whole world belongs to me. You want me to shut up? What qualifications do you have? Immortality should be exclusive to me, and it should be dedicated to me!"

Nangong Wentian frantically walked up to Qingxin, and looked down at him condescendingly. In his eyes, Qingxin and Qingxin were as insignificant as ants.

"Hahaha... just because of your so-called immortality technique! You let so many innocent people die in vain! Brother Huang, brother Huang, don't you love the people like a son? Why do so many innocent people die because of you? "

Nangong Wentian's frowning frowns froze, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, "What's the meaning of this, brother? What do you know? I have devoted myself to this world, shouldn't I let the people give back two points?"

"Feedback? Brother Huang, won't you feel cold all over your body when you sleep in the middle of the night, as if someone is blowing in your ear?"

"Brother Huang, is this the return you are asking for?"

Nangong Wentian kicked off the desk, pointed at Qingxin and roared.

"So what? Everything in this world belongs to me! Even their lives belong to me. To be able to contribute to me is their ancestral grave burning incense! It is their blessing for several lifetimes!"

Qingxin carefully placed the little wooden fish in his arms, compared to heartache, physical pain is no longer to be feared.

He got up slowly and firmly, moving his muscles and bones up and down. In his perennially compassionate pupils, there was only a wooden fish with flames.

"Brother Huang, you have harmed too many people, and you have lost the character of the royal family. Such a king is not qualified."

"My brother, let me save the souls of the dead around you. If a group of children who can't even learn to speak are brutally killed by you, the purple dragon's energy will be exhausted, and Nangong Kingdom will soon cease to exist!"

As soon as Qingxin finished speaking, she flew to the top of Nangong Wentian, sitting on top of Nangong Wentian like the bloodthirsty Shura Martial God Duan.

The overwhelming coercion caused Nangong Wentian to fall directly to the ground.

When Nangong Wentian was about to kneel on the ground, suddenly roots took root under his feet, and quickly grew into a big tree!
The guards on the side looked at the tree in horror, and shouted in horror: "Emperor, Your Majesty!"

"There are monsters, there are monsters!"

Concubine Rong's figure under the white cloth also became swollen several times due to the sudden change.

Fortunately, it was covered by a white cloth, which made it difficult to see clearly for a while.

"Abaa, I never imagined that this eyeball would see me walking with me one day! Sure enough, following the boss of Yunyan will gain insight!"

The eyeballs kept blinking in the pocket of "Concubine Rong", and the fabric inside was very dry, making it unable to stop crying.

When Qingxin saw the big tree in the sky, his expression was serious. He stood taller and could see more clearly.

When the big tree appeared, all the women and children who had surrounded Nangong Wentian were all pulled under the roots by the big tree.

Even if it's just a soul, they can see their pain.

"Hahaha... What can you do to me? It turns out that the dreams are all real! The dreams are all real! I have long dreamed that there is a big tree in my body, and I thought it was my imagination before."

"I didn't expect, Qingxin, I'll give you one last chance, either hand over the will, or give your life here today, as long as you all die, no one can threaten me!"

"Ahahahaha... the real dragon emperor, will be blessed by the heavens!"

He babbled non-stop below, but Qingxin turned red because of the cruel confinement of the ghost by the big tree in the sky.

He closed his eyes, but the red lotus at the center of his brow became more dazzling every time. The red lotus was lined with golden borders, but it was even more coquettish on his fair skin.

"The ending is always good. If it's not good, it means it's not the end yet."

"Everyone can start a new life with peace of mind!"

When Qingxin roared out these words, a huge red lotus phantom appeared behind him.

Because of his roar, all the branches of the big tree fell to the other place he was facing.

The Qingxin monk's robe was windless and automatic, and the speed of the prayer beads in his hand was getting faster and faster. The red lotus behind him slowly emerged under the scriptures he read!

At that moment, the fragrance of the leaves being burnt and waves of heat swept across Nangong Wentian wave after wave.

As an emperor, the last thing he wanted to see was something beyond his control.

Nangong Wentian also took out a flare and lit it at this time, and a faint light lit up in the sky in an instant.

It's just that the red lotus fire behind Qingxin was so hot and bright that many guards didn't see the instructions.

The hidden guards of Jie's group also turned around in an instant, facing the gate of Rongxin Palace, and stood on guard.

Da da da--

The noisy voice became clearer, and Jie's eyebrows could almost pinch a mosquito to death.

"Everyone is on alert, protect Master Qingxin!"

"Yes!"

Outside the palace gate, a group of guards in heavy armor but with a light gait rushed in.

In an instant, they started fighting with Jie and his party.

There was boundless hatred in the eyes of the leader with a red tassel on his helmet, "No wonder you are the only one who survived the whole group! Jie, you made it hard for us to hide it from us!"

"Ying, it's not my intention to betray His Majesty, I really owe Master Qingxin my life!"

"I have to pay it back!"

"It's a good one that has to be paid back! You always have more excuses than actions, Jie, today either you die or I die!"

When Jie also said these words, he summoned the little snake behind him, and he took off the jade flute and sat cross-legged in the air to play the melody.

The little snake fights with Ying for a moment, Ying loses for a while, and almost gets bitten, Ying's centipede also fights with him suddenly.

"Prajna Paramita!"

Qingxin chanted the spell, and the spell characters bigger than him slammed into the big tree behind Nangong Wentian.

The big tree was just protecting Nangong Wentian dumbly, and the red lotus karma behind Qingxin was wrapped in spell characters and smashed heavily towards Nangong Wentian.

When the character was hit, the sky and the tree were reduced to ashes. Nangong Wentian might really be blessed by the so-called real dragon's aura, and he was still lying on the ground, lingering on his last breath.

(End of this chapter)