Xianzun's daily life of chasing husband

When you activate your spiritual power, you will definitely sense the subtle fluctuations in it. "

Meng Tingjun remained silent, waiting for Xue Ran to continue.

After a long time, Xue Ran asked an unimaginable question, "Why cover him up? You obviously found him."

"..." Meng Tingjun was stunned, he rolled up his sleeves bit by bit, the bright red cinnabar mole was so glaring and piercing, "It not only makes me feel that he is still alive, it also makes me feel that he is still alive. It can also make me feel his joys, anger, sorrows, joys and fears, it’s ridiculous, I live under the shadow of his emotions, but I am mourning for him.”

Having said that, Meng Tingjun stopped talking for a moment. He didn't say until he burned all the paper money: "The Meng family owed him and paid it off, but what he owed me..."

Yu Zhong, maybe everyone thinks that Nian Yujiao's death deserves more than guilt.

Yu Meng Tingjun, the hatred of killing his mother is irreconcilable.

No one can persuade him to be kind and forgiving.

The next day, Meng Tingjun sent Nian Yujiao to the funeral, and joined Meng Huaiyi in the coffin. When they returned to the Yuheng Sect, there was a great crowd of people at the entrance of the main hall. People from all schools and factions crowded together in a big way, seeing that the visitors were not good. All they need is to carry a big banner and launch a crusade against Meng in some name.

One of them cut to the chase; "Meng Tingjun, hand over the antidote."

"The antidote?" Meng Tingjun sneered, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Don't pretend to be stupid, just look at them." One person made way, and the wounded were lying on the stretcher behind them, their whole bodies festered and howling.

"After they came back from Yuhengzong, they fell ill. You hate us for forcing your mother to death. You want to take this opportunity to take revenge."

"Yes, yes." Many people raised their weapons and shouted, their eyes full of jealousy, as if they were facing a heinous person.

Gu Zhao looked at it with a sullen face, and the person he had stared at was inexplicably unable to speak, and could only make a sound like a beast.

"What did you do?!" Everyone was terrified.

Gu Zhaodao: "It's so noisy, don't ask indiscriminately to get people, do you want to bully the few with more? Is this an attitude of asking for help?"

"Begging...you should kneel down." Gu Zhao pointed forward and bent downwards. Many people knelt down uncontrollably. How could they dare to resist under someone's power? They were dissatisfied and sweaty Next, be obedient.

Jiang Chi was pushed to the front of the camp, "Sect Master Meng, I hope you will hand over the antidote and let the matter rest in peace."

"Hahaha..." Meng Tingjun burst into tears with a silent laugh, "How can you be sure that it was me who poisoned you? Why not him! Or him! The wall is overthrown and everyone pushes it down. It's fine for the victimized sects to come up to denounce it. How about you?" ? Where did the little sect pop up? What is it?”

"Amitabha." Abbot Miaoyin said sympathetically, "Sect Master Meng, since we each hold our own opinions, this old monk boldly proposes that if you don't follow us back to Tianyin Temple, this matter will be judged by Tianyin Temple. I am a Buddha, and I will never favoritism. "

The atmosphere is so quiet that you can hear the drop of a needle, the air is so stagnant that you can't move, and a cuckoo's cry of blood comes from the distant mountain, and every time you cry, your intestines will be broken, and you will wander all over the mountain.

Meng Tingjun just laughed, holding his belly and laughing forward and backward, his movements were exaggerated, like madness, there was no smile in his eyes, only endless tears, it was the dam that broke the levee, it was the heart that sank to the bottom of the sea, It is the cold winter in the north that freezes the sincere enthusiasm.

There is no cure...

"Sect Master Meng..." Abbot Miaoyin, the Buddha Dharma is boundless, Purdue kindness, "rein in the precipice, turn around and be on the shore."

Jiang Chi said: "Sect Master Meng, don't be arrogant."

Every face underneath, imprinted on Meng Tingjun's eyelids, each one is like a mask, hypocritical, impetuous, cunning, indifferent, uglier than human heart.

"Ugh..." Meng Tingjun retched again, Xue Ran hurriedly supported him and patted his back, Gu Zhaoyi stepped forward and said in a vibrating voice: "With me here, let's see who dares to take you away."

At that time, Gu Zhao didn't care about other people's feelings at all, and he was invincible. He didn't care about the so-called situation. His words were undoubtedly the catalyst for the war.

Everyone gathers firewood and the flames are high, one person wields the sword, two wield the sword, hundreds of weapons are pointed at the three of them, Gu Zhao can defeat a hundred with one, but what about the rest of the Yuhengzong?What about Meng Tingjun?What about Xue Ran?By reversing it today, you are truly braving the world!Today, he escaped, and he was criticized. From now on, he can only hide and hide, unable to hold his head up.

Wandering all over the world, the world is not home.

"Young master Gu, stop here, don't protect me anymore..." Meng Tingjun smiled wryly, "If you are a person, even if you can't tell the difference, how many of these people do you think believe that I poisoned you? How many people want to see me down and out? How many people want to replace Yuhengzong as the fourth sect?"

"A person in the rivers and lakes can't be alone and go with the flow, so as not to appear out of tune with the world." Meng Tingjun danced his fingers and quickly formed a seal, a martial arts rose from the ground, and the red tassel on the tip of the gun was majestic, dancing like Laugh at the ugliness of beings.

Jiang Chi said earnestly: "Sect Master Meng, please disarm, stop making unnecessary struggles, and go back with us to stand trial."

"Disarm? Go back with you? Why? I haven't done it because I haven't done it." Meng Tingjun's laughter showed strong unwillingness and heroic spirit. With all his strength, he was arrogant, "I! Meng Tingjun! Stand upright! I have no shame in my heart! I come from a famous family! How noble! You want me to bow my knees and bow down to you? Hehe... I would rather fight than give up!"

Hongying pierced through the air, and the spinning column of air sprayed towards Jiang Chi, Jiang Chi summoned Wu Ya to block it, and the next moment, a red shadow came towards him, and it disappeared in his eyes, turning into a silver light, and his flesh was torn apart The sound of blood filled the air.

Meng Tingjun's attack was still going on, her marksmanship was sharp and tricky, and the spiritual power was circulating at the tip of the spear, every time the opponent's skin was broken, the opponent's movements would become a little slower.

Killing the thirteenth company, recruiting the deadly spot.

Abbot Miaoyin cast out the Buddha's Supreme Compassion Mantra, and the Sanskrit characters descended from the sky and came down from the top.

"Amitabha... um..." He couldn't see anyone making a move, and Abbot Miaoyin didn't know that he was being beaten into the air. He only felt a heavy punch hit his face, and he flew into the air with both feet and hit the hall stone firmly. On the steps, staring at the stars, unconscious.

The Supreme Compassion Mantra suddenly collapsed and turned into a golden butterfly, shining like a bright glow.

Xue Ran turned around anxiously, seeing a person approaching him silently, the magic claw stretched out, trying to grab his neck and take him back, Gu Zhao was like a god descending again, and grabbed him one step faster than that person Gently stretching his wrist, he threw it a hundred miles away.

"It's naive to want to use the same trick to kidnap people." Gu Zhao rubbed his fists and grinned at the group of people.

"No!"

A few bright lights flashed, and half of the people from all the families of the Immortal Sect had their spiritual roots destroyed. They lay on the ground and cried loudly, stupefied, regretting the most in this life.

Looking at the duel between Meng Tingjun and Jiang Chi again, the two of them had fought from the hall to the depths of the lonely mountain before they knew it.

Meng Tingjun inherited the unique magic of the Yuheng sect, and his level of martial arts was slightly higher than that of Jiang Chi. It was expected that Jiang Chi's sword skills were all over the world, and he was still powerless against Meng Tingjun's marksmanship and mastery of spells.

Meng Tingjun's "Falling Flowers and Flowing Water" move was impeccable. She bent her elbow beautifully and pressed the spear, hitting Jiang Chi's shoulder blade.

Jiang Chi didn't give way too much. He was an opportunist. He spotted the gap under Meng Tingjun's arm, turned the knife around, and slashed upwards with all his might, trying to cut off one of Meng Tingjun's arms.

Meng Tingjun's reaction was tempered in countless actual battles. When the blade was an inch closer to his arm, Meng Tingjun let go of his hand decisively, turned around, kicked Jiang Chi away and at the same time pulled out the red tassel embedded in the opponent, but Jiang Chi's knife technique was even faster, and still cut Meng Tingjun's arm artery.

The blood soaked the purple clothes and kept moistening them.

"Jiang... Sovereign..." Meng Tingjun silently recited the mantra, scribbling to stop the bleeding, "No, I should call you, brother, brother Sihuai."

Jiang Chi laughed and said, "I am from a grassroots background. I have no father or mother since I was a child, so I dare not marry Yuhengzong."

"You can fool others, but you can't fool me." Meng Tingjun tore off the sleeve of his left arm, "When you are by my side, this cinnabar mole will glow and burn. This is my father's punishment for my mother. My curse, in my father's heart, he only has you."

"Shut up." Jiang Chi changed his usual benevolence and honesty, and finally tore off his hypocrisy, showing his fangs, "That coward only cares about himself and his suzerain's position."

"Your personality has been distorted. You have done so many outrageous things, is it just for personal revenge?"

"Hehe..." Jiang Chi smiled grimly, "I am in the world, my heart is in the world, I feel you..."

"I understand!" Meng Tingjun replied without thinking, which caught Jiang Chi by surprise, "Because I understand, so...brother, let's go to hell together, please let others go, and yourself too."

I don't know when the soil here cracked, forming a huge mudslide vortex, continuous faults, depressions, eroding the surrounding soil and stones, like a giant's mouth, trying to swallow everything here and bury it.

"Shanhe Yongzhen." Meng Tingjun took a breath, and slowly finished these words, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he wiped it violently, "Brother, the last show is specially made for you."

Jiang Chi said desperately: "Meng Tingjun, you are crazier than me!"

Shanhe Yongzhen is one of the six unique skills of Yuhengzong. It is driven by flesh and blood and guided by the soul. It will not go to the next life and suppress the source of all evil.

The ground was still collapsing, and the spiritually charged silt was extremely entangled. He didn't swallow it fast, but inch by inch was like a swamp, covering Jiang Chi's and Meng Tingjun's thighs.

Jiang Chi's knife was already stuck in the mud, he stared at Meng Tingjun with bare eyes, bit his finger,