Reborn Shang Zhou, angry at the sage Nuwa at the beginning

Chapter 308 King Yuan Futong Forgives His Officials...Let's Go First

"bass!"

Lu Ya, with white hair and white beard, appeared on the wooden building outside Xiqi City!

His pale face showed a sickly sallow color, and even his pupils dilated slightly.

But he is trying to control something!

at this time,

Nanji Xianweng looked at Lu Ya with an extremely strange expression, walked forward quickly, and asked with a shocked expression: "Fellow Daoist Lu Ya, what are you..."

"do not come near me!"

Lu Ya stood there without moving, but there was a look of panic on his face, and a golden yellow faintly appeared in his rapidly dilated pupils.

Gives people an extremely strong anxiety and tension!

After three breaths,

Lu Ya's pupils returned to normal, but his face became even uglier.

He raised his head,

He stared straight at the Nanji fairy, and asked in a trembling voice: "Fellow Daoist, who is Yuan Futong?"

"Yuan Futong?"

Nanji Xianweng frowned after hearing this, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "He was originally one of the princes of the 72nd Beihai Route of the Yin Shang Dynasty, and was captured alive by Di Xin after the rebellion, but for some reason, Di Xin didn't kill him, but took him He stayed by my side!"

Swish!

After hearing this, Lu Ya took a sharp breath, his pupils shrank slightly, as if he had thought of something that made him feel extremely terrible!

And then,

Nanji Xianweng continued: "Daoist friends don't know, this Yuan Futong is a person who deserves to die, but because of the accident in Liangjie, not only did he not die, but he became the gatekeeper of that person's palace!"

hiss!

Lu Ya's pupils shrank rapidly, and the cluster of gold in the depths of the pupils jumped even more crazily.

At first glance,

It was as if Lu Ya's pupil had turned into a golden thread!

"I don't know Fellow Daoist Lu Ya, why are you asking this?"

Until then,

Nanji Xianweng realized that something was wrong with Lu Ya, he looked at Lu Ya and asked in a low voice.

But at this time,

Lu Ya, however, trembled violently as if a catastrophe was imminent. For some reason, after hearing that Yuan Futong was a gatekeeper,

The fear that had been buried in ancient times suddenly broke out when Hou Yi aimed at it, and it was out of control!

After a while,

Lu Yacai asked tremblingly: "The Emperor, who is he?"

"Human Emperor?"

Nanji Xianweng frowned, and said with displeasure on his face: "That is a lawless and arrogant madman. He even dared to blaspheme the Holy Mother of the Human Race, Nuwa Empress, and even swung a sword at the saint several times. This kind of person should be turned into ashes. Ash!"

Swish!

After hearing this, the pupils in Lu Ya's eyes shrank into a thin line of sky, and they seemed to disappear, and there was a 'shua' on his forehead, and a layer of cold sweat broke out!

After taking several deep breaths in a row, Lu Ya said tremblingly, "Friend Yuan Shi hurt me, hurt me!"

finished,

Lu Ya disappeared in a flash, but Nanji Xianweng noticed that he went to the mountain not far away, and completely restrained and hid his aura!

At this time, Lu Ya was indeed hiding.

But before hiding, he glanced at his chest——

Oh!

A crisp tearing sound appeared, and a finger-thick wound suddenly tore out on Lu Ya's chest!

Lu Ya looked at the wound on his body and muttered to himself: "Yuan Futong, Yuan Futong..."

"Human race, how could such a person appear, and he is just a gatekeeper?"

"Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, you really killed me!"

……

at the same time,

click!

With golden flames all over his body, Yuan Futong, who was completely thinner from the burnt body, suddenly stood up,

after that,

Without the slightest hesitation, when he held the cracked Minglei Knife in his hand back, he stabbed it directly into his abdomen with a puff!

puff!

The fresh blood in Yuan Futong's body had just spewed out before being burned to gasification by the layer of golden flames around him.

There was also a short and crisp 'sizzling' sound!

Next second,

Crackling!

The black underworld thunder representing death erupted and swam across Yuan Futong's body in an instant. The power of death and the power of fiery flames swam on Yuan Futong's body,

Two completely different forces with contradictory attributes treated Yuan Futong's already scarred body as a battlefield, and the two forces crazily fought on him!

Oh!