The whole prehistoric world knows that Mozu is getting a divorce

Mount Sumeru was in a mess, and the high temperature continued.

Luo Hu glanced at those strange human races, and the cold light in his long and narrow eyes continued, adding a bit of coldness.If it was normal, he would definitely feel sorry for it, but when this kind of thing happened, how could he have the mood to think about these meaningless things.

The creatures around were all silent, not daring to speak out.

The demon emperor's son Shaoshan, no matter what the inside story is, it's a slap in the face.

The human race headed by the girl bowed their heads respectfully, not looking directly at the mighty man who promised to protect the human race for a hundred years.

Father had told them that they would definitely confess this mountain owner as if they were their ancestors.

"Yang Mei, Liansheng, tidy up Mount Sumeru."

Luo Hu didn't care about the attitude of the human race, and was about to turn around and leave after saying this. Jialou Luo and Kong Xuan found that they were ignored, and asked quickly, "Master, what about us?"

Luo Hu walked forward and put down his words without looking back.

"You can figure it out!"

Jialouluo and Kong Xuan choked, feeling that they were rejected by their master.

The Lord of Mount Sumeru, who rescued the predicament of Ten Days in the Sky, had no more thoughts of chatting at this time, and he went aggressively to find the culprit that caused all this.

As Luo Hu left with a cold face, the terrified creatures and monks all heaved a sigh of relief. The next second, there was a clang in the void, which startled everyone.Looking up again, they found that the Zhenshan formation had disappeared, and the four long swords that had been guarding Mount Sumeru flew out in the direction where Luo Hu had left.

Kong Xuan was shocked and said: "Zhu Xianjian also left?"

Master, who are you trying to piss off?

Thinking about it deeply, with the strength of the master, he needs to take the Zhuxian sword, and the opponent's strength is definitely not bad.A possibility flashed in Kong Xuan's mind, he shrank his neck, feeling like he knew too much...

Hitting is kissing, scolding is love, this is what Uncle Yang Mei warned them.

When he was thinking wildly, Yang Mei sighed: "Liansheng and I are too busy, all the creatures of Mount Sumeru help together."

Thanks to everyone's efforts, the true fire of the sun was extinguished, and the miserable Mount Sumeru gradually returned to its original state. Mishan.

It was as if an invisible hand had erased what had happened.

This is the background and strength of Mount Sumeru!

Quite a number of monks looked dignified, estimating how many Golden Immortals in Mount Sumeru had the strength to reach the Da Luo Jinxian, and then they immediately turned people from the Mount Sumeru lineage into objects that should not be offended, instead of just admiring the Lord of Mount Sumeru.

Unlike Mount Sumeru, which had come down to peace, Luo Hu went to Hongjun's side.

"Hongjun, come out for me!"

"You sent Jieying and Zhunti to seduce the little Golden Crow, I have no objection, why did they bring the little Golden Crow to my Mount Sumeru!"

Relying on his feeling, Luo Hu roughly guessed that Hongjun was around him.

He asked the other party sharply, "If you don't give me an explanation today, you will just wait for me to throw the little Jinwu to Zixiao Palace, and let you taste the taste of burning Zixiao Palace!"

Luo Hu was so angry that he completely forgot that half of Zixiao Palace belonged to him.

Hongjun, who was hiding at the side, broke out in cold sweat, and covered Hong Ergou's mouth to prevent him from making a sound that would alarm Luo Hu.

Hong Ergou's eyeballs gurgled, and his two little hands were on his father's palm, trying to get rid of the silence.He was very curious about what happened between his father and his father, and why his father would not dare to see his father.

When Luo Hu was angry, Hongjun didn't come forward directly. The past experience and lessons made him fully understand that it is better to avoid it.

Hongjun put this account on Jieyin and Zhunti.

Across the distance, Hongjun cast his eyes on Tanggu, and shortly after Little Jinwu returned home in embarrassment, the two bald heads squatted outside again, frowning.

Jieyin wanted to scratch his head very much, but unfortunately he was born without a single hair.

"Zunti, what should I do..."

"Oh, I feel that they are afraid to come out for a short time."

Zhunti was more depressed than him, and didn't understand why the little Jinwu would come back alive.

Hongjun's eyes were cold, and he said in his heart: You still have the face to worry, a thing that couldn't be simpler has been messed up!

Suddenly, Jieyin shivered, pulled Zhunti and whispered, "I feel a chill, it seems that Daozu is staring at us."

Zhunti said desperately: "Since that's the case, why should Brother Dao say it?"

Jieyin held his hand firmly, and said deeply: "We share the difficulties, brother, I will never forget your great kindness and virtue."

Quasi vomiting blood.

He only wants to share the blessings, not the hardships!

Not long after Jieyin and Zhunti entertained themselves, Jieyin's expression changed, and he heard a cordial greeting from Hongjun in his ear: "Jieyin, you have led out the little Golden Crow this time, and you did a good job. Very pleased."

Jieyin's face was very gloomy, "Master, I was wrong."

Junti looked at him sympathetically.

Although I don't know what Daozu said, it is obviously not a good thing.

Daoist brother, Yun Bei.

Facing Jieyin's begging for mercy, Hongjun's gentle voice revealed the sharpness of the knife, which seemed to be able to pierce Jieyin's thick skin, "Ten little golden crows came out of Tanggu, went straight to Mount Sumeru, and burned Mount Sumeru to the ground. Not a single blade of grass grows, do you know what the consequences are?"

Jie Yin wished he could find a hole in the ground and go in, "The disciple will ask the mountain master for his sins."

Before that, he would avoid Rahu and never return to Mount Sumeru without important matters.

His verbal showing of weakness hit Hongjun's mind.

Hongjun sneered from the bottom of his heart, and said, "Okay, come here."

Jieyin was stunned, "Huh?"

Hongjun left his address behind and withdrew his divine sense without leaving him a way out.

After reacting, there were screams outside Tanggu that caused ghosts to cry and wolves to howl.

"Master, don't—"

After finding the scapegoat candidate, Hongjun looked at Luo Hu who was angry again, and the tension in his heart eased a lot, and he believed that he would lead the pigeons who dared not let him go.

Luo Hu was digging three feet to look for him. In order not to be found out before the guide arrived, Hongjun put his son on the ground and met his son's innocent black eyes.

"Daoxuan, go to your father's place."

"Don't go..."

Hong Ergou hugged Hong Jun's thigh, and refused to go to the furious Luo Hu.

Squeezing out two tears, Hong Ergou said pitifully: "I will die."

Hongjun said without changing his face: "No, you are worrying too much."

He pushed Hong Ergou, and Hong Ergou reluctantly moved his calf, left Hongjun's hiding place, and died bravely... no, to please his father.

Luo Hu's anger slowed down a little, and then skyrocketed.

"Hongjun, you let Ergou come out, why don't you come out by yourself?"

No, absolutely not.

Hongjun silently looked at the Four Swords of Zhuxian, which were flickering with cold light, and felt a gust of cool wind around his neck.It is true that his cultivation base is higher than that of Luo Hu, but he has no way to escape Luo Hu's pursuit safely under the situation of being wrong.

"Father, don't be angry." Hong Ergou used a soft baby voice, and his chubby hand touched Luo Hu's chest to help him calm down.

Luo Hu laughed angrily, "You still speak for him?"

Hong Ergou pursed his lips, and said to Hongjun: "Father has a guilty conscience, and dare not come out to see his father, Ergou can't help it."

With Hong Ergou as the delay, the reception finally came late, and he pleaded guilty.

Luo Hu stared at him sternly.

Picking up the little white flower that was being torn apart by the wind and rain, he summoned up his courage and said, "This matter has nothing to do with Master, Lord of the Mountain, if you want to blame it, blame me."

He greeted Zhunti in the dark: You must help me collect the body!

Zhunti nodded heavily.

Brother Dao, you can go at ease.

Under his apology, Luo Hu laughed angrily, "Excuse Hongjun?" He threw Hong Ergou to a safe place, his footsteps moved lightly, his posture was lazy, like a snake spitting out a letter, cold and poisonous, but Has the most coquettish appearance in the world.

Jieyin's knees trembled, and he swallowed his saliva, "It's not an excuse."

Luo Hu asked with great interest: "What is that?"

A look of seduction.

Seeing him smiling very beautifully, Da Luo Jinxian's state of mind at the peak was turbulent, his spirit appeared in a trance, and he couldn't help speaking his mind.

"Anyway, death at the hands of Master is death, and death at your hands is also death."

"It really is a good answer."

Luo Hu clapped his hands, his voice was sweet, and the applause was crisp.

Jieyin's expression became more and more stupid, and he murmured: "The Lord of the Mountain will beat me up at most, but Master will always wear small shoes for me."

Luo Hu laughed and looked around, "Hongjun, did you hear that?"

Hongjun: "..."

Jieyin suddenly broke out in white sweat, what did he say just now!

Luo Hu turned his head and looked at Jieyin sarcastically, the corners of his mouth curved upwards.He walked towards Jieyin step by step, and the Zhuxian sword turned into a stream of light and landed in his palm.

A shrill scream suddenly sounded in this empty place.

Blood splattered!

Two arms were cut off first, then two legs, even the third leg that was firmly protected by Jieyin was severed by Luo Hu.

The last head flew out!

Luo Hu kicked hard, kicking the broken head into the deep mountain.

"Boom—" The head, which was harder than diamond, hit the mountain directly, and the rock cracked, piercing through the Shiwan Dashan.

Not moving the primordial spirit, not moving the soul, Luo Hu used his own method to torture and kill Jieyin once, making him fully understand that the fate of offending him will not be better than offending Hongjun.

Luo Hu crushed his stump with one foot, smiled like a spring breeze, picked up the same sluggish Hong Ergou, and left this place.

Not far away, Zhunti sat on the ground, stunned.

Hongjun was silent for a moment, then showed his figure beside Zhunti, and said tolerantly: "Zhunti, you go and tell Jieyin, this matter is over, you two can go and lure the little Golden Crow out once more."

Zhunti's lips turned white, and he said tremblingly, "Are you still going?"

Hong Jun said indifferently: "You should know the reason, the death of the little Golden Crow can completely make the two clans of Liches go to war."

Zhunti hung his head listlessly, wishing he didn't know anything.

Hongjun sighed, looked at Zhunti who had no fate with him, and said, "Go and get back the primordial spirit who received him, and I will help him reshape his body."

Zhun raised his spirits, and went to find his Daoist brother's primordial spirit.The soul of the monk is entrusted in the skull, the head of the Taoist brother must not be taken away by wild beasts!

After Zhunti left, Hongjun stood there thinking for a while.

When he turned around, a sword light that seemed to flash across the sky rushed towards him!

A sword!

There is no way to avoid it, the evil spirit on the sword is overwhelming!

Hongjun froze, did not move, and watched helplessly as the Zhuxian sword "passed by" very close to his neck, which was stained with blood beads.

Ten meters away, Rahu's slender figure appeared.

He had a half-smile, "Dare to hide from me, do you want to lose your head too?"

Hongjun shut his mouth.

There is no doubt that Luo Hu's strength has fully recovered.

The author has something to say: #818Spicy A Tragic Sacrifice of Jieyin Da#

Reception: QAQ I died so badly!

Zhunti: Brother Dao, where is your head?