Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

Chapter Eighty Eight

Zhou Mu said sincerely: “I believe that under your leadership, Xiao Elder, Zhongzhou Sub-rudder will be able to come from behind, catch up and catch up with the other four-continent sub-rudder!”

“Lord Zhou Ruo, don’t talk about it anymore.”

Xiao Lin smiled and said, “Remember what I said before? It’s easy to send God to God.”

“Since you sent me away at the beginning, don’t imagine that I can do anything for you. Including helping you clean up this mess and being a sub-rudder who has far more trouble than benefits.”

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In the small woods outside Hongmeng Cave, Chen Jiu held his wife in his arms, his face was full of panic and exhaustion.

The flames of the Zhongzhou War did not let go of any corner, and even the woods where they lived in seclusion were not spared.

Not long ago, this forest under the Qingfeng Sect was discovered by the Ming family. He fleeed with Mrs. Own while fighting. He has been running for some time.

He was besieged by more than a dozen Ming family disciples and was seriously injured, leaving blood stains all the way in the process of escaping.

And what worries Chen Jiu more is Mrs. Own.

These scum and beasts of the Ming family were inhumane. His wife was unarmed, but they were pierced in the abdomen with a knife and almost died directly.

If possible, Chen Jiu really wants to fight his life and kill all these scumbags.

It’s a pity that he is only a weak person of rank twentieth spirit level, even if he fought with fate, he couldn’t be the opponent of these scum.

The disciples of the Ming family held a sharp blade, and followed Chen Jiu.

Ming Feizhi, the young man of the Ming family, had already been killed by Xiao Lin, and Ming Zhenyuan, the head of the Ming family, was also killed by Tiandun when he was looking for Zhou Mu to settle accounts.

Therefore, the Ming family’s power is now Ming Zhenyuan’s Little Brother, Ming Feizhi’s second uncle, and Ming Xiong with a thirty-fifth spiritual rank.

“Idiot, stop running!”

Tomorrow Xiong is waving a sharp blade, his face is full of cold smiles: “Stand there obediently, I can still consider giving you a good time!”

“Husband, let me go.”

Madam Chen Jiu slowly opened her eyes and said weakly.

“Don’t talk nonsense!” Chen Jiu gritted his teeth and shouted with difficulty: “Even if I die, I won’t leave you behind!”

“I know my body very well. After being hit by the knife, I won’t be able to survive anyway.”

Mrs. Chen smiled bitterly: “You martial arts are strong, without the drag of my oil bottle, you can definitely break out of the siege and jump out!”

“Don’t talk nonsense!”

Chen Jiu was a tough guy. He was seriously injured and didn’t frown. At this time, his eyes were full of tears: “The two of us will definitely be fine, and we will live together!”

“If you really want to die, we will die together!”

In speaking with his wife, Chen Jiu’s speed unconsciously slowed down a bit.

Tomorrow Xiong seized the flaw, suddenly swiped the sharp blade in his palm, and slashed straight to Chen Jiu’s back.

“Husband, be careful!”

Chen Jiu didn’t notice the danger behind, but her wife was held in her arms, but she saw clearly.

In a hurry, Mrs. Chen Jiu suddenly grabbed Chen Jiu’s shoulders and exhausted all her strength to block her thin body behind Chen Jiu.

Hearing a chuckle, the sharp blade pierced Madam Chen’s heart. Hot blood spewed out, instantly dyeing Chen Jiu’s robe blood red.

“lady!”

Chen Jiu let out a heart-piercing roar, shaking all over.

Mrs. Chen’s face was as pale as paper, and her voice was dying: “Husband, run away…”

“You must live…”

Before the last sentence was finished, the wife’s hand that had always held Chen Jiu tightly gradually loosened her hands, limp in his arms, and she didn’t have a trace of strength anymore.

Chen Jiu’s face was as gray as death, and the pace of fleeing gradually stopped, and he knelt on the ground with a plop.

Everyone in the Ming family immediately rushed forward like hungry wolves and surrounded Chen Jiutuan in the middle.

“It won’t be enough if you can’t get hold of it early.”

Tomorrow, Xiongju looked at Chen Jiu condescendingly, and said with a sneer: “I know that the ending is a dead end, but I still have to resist, the ant will always be the ant.”

“You scumbags!”

Chen Jiu’s eyes were red as blood, and he shouted hoarsely: “I want to kill you!”

With that said, Chen Jiu slowly put down his almost dead wife, gathered the Spirit Power of his body in his palm, and hit Tomorrow Xiong’s chest fiercely.

Unfortunately, in most cases, anger does not turn into strength.

Chen Jiu didn’t even touch Tomorrow Xiong. The four Ming family disciples jumped and directly suppressed him to the ground, unable to move a single move.

“The fight between the trapped beasts is really ridiculous.”

Tomorrow, Xiong held a sharp blade in both hands and held it high above his head, and said contemptuously: “Go to hell!”

After all, Xiong suddenly waved his hand tomorrow, and the sharp blade went straight to the back of Chen Jiu’s heart.

Facing Death, Chen Jiu didn’t have the slightest fear, and closed his eyes calmly and freely.

This is the way in this world, The Weak are Prey to the Strong, Survival of the Fittest, and dying at the hands of a powerful aggressor as a weak is a tragedy and fate.

It seems not bad to be able to die with my own wife and be a loving couple in the next life…

But Chen Jiu closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but did not wait for the knife that would end his life.

Chen Jiu opened his eyes suspiciously, and his face was instantly incredulous.

All the Ming family disciples who chased him, including Tomorrow Xiong, were all entangled in the thick vines and dragged into the air.

Chen Jiu was stunned and muttered to himself: “This…what is going on?”

Could it be that I have been angered to the extreme, coupled with the explosion of potential before dying?

“You bastard, you hide so deep!”

Tomorrow Xiong screamed in horror: “Hurry up and let me go, otherwise my Ming family will cut you a thousand times and frustrate your bones and ashes.”

“But…it wasn’t me doing it.”

Chen Jiu was so shocked that he even ignored the threat from Tomorrow Xiong.

“Isn’t it you? Isn’t it because the trees around have become fine? Are you fucking daddy a three-year-old child?”

As soon as Xiong’s voice fell tomorrow, a loud laugh came from a distance: “If you want to understand this way, it’s not impossible.”

Tomorrow’s ambition was stunned, and he turned his head and looked intently. A slender and sturdy tree next to him was wrapped in green light and turned into Xiao Lin wearing a sacred wood armor.

“You…Who are you?!” Tomorrow Xiong roared in horror.

“Enthusiastic people who see injustice and righteous action on the road.”

Shenmu Xiaolin smiled and said: “Your Ming family’s character for seeking death is really the same. You slaughtered a Ming Feizhi, killed a Ming Yang, and killed a Ming Zhenyuan. Now you actually jumped out to find death.”

“You…what did you say?!”

Tomorrow Xiong suddenly trembled, and said in amazement: “Ming Feizhi, Ming Yang, and me, Big Brother, Ming Zhenyuan, were you killed by you?”

“Boy, you owe so many lives to our Ming family, this bloody hatred, I will ask you to get it back sooner or later!”

Tomorrow Xiongye said fiercely: “If you have the courage, you will kill me today, otherwise as long as I am still alive, I will cut you alive sooner or later, let you know what is better than death!”