Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Cheng Yun's secret technique flickered, but disappeared from the high platform in the blink of an eye.

Only the priest who had been trampled on his chest was left helplessly clutching his abdomen, moaning in unbearable pain, pointing in the direction where Cheng Yuzhi left, and crying out in grief.

When the magic technique is within reach, the person disappears in place.

They were extremely angry, bombarded the high platform with countless spells shining with pitch-black magic power, and finally could only accept the fact that the offerings had already escaped.

The priest shouted: "Seize him, I will eat his flesh myself!"

He clutched his heart and panted ho-ho.

Someone asked him, what should we do about this matter?He had no choice but to call the city lord.

Cheng Yunzhi just closed and opened his eyes, and found himself at the gate of a market.

The scene in front of me was extremely lively, without the slightest bit of desolation and desolation in other places.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, in this magical city, there were still sporadic spiritual powers for him to use.

Xiao Cheng luckily thought, if the spiritual power doesn't work, then the other person will be gone!

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something.

Just as he was about to go to the gate of the market, he suddenly found someone staring at him from the dark.

Cheng Yuzhi paused, and did not continue to leave outside.

Instead, he pretended that he really wanted to enter the market, and walked in slowly and lazily.

Halfway there, he seemed to have discovered something, he raised his hand to his forehead, and pretended to ask: "Brother, what are you selling in this bowl?

The stall owner lifted the wooden lid covering it and showed him the round human head inside.

"The freshest human head! Look, it's just fresh out of the cell, it's still young!"

Cheng Yuzhi only took a closer look, and saw the head in the bowl rolling rumblingly, following the movement of the stall owner, rolling towards him, with two black eyes staring straight at him, but the snow-white eyes inside did not know what to do. where to go.

The young Daoxiu seemed to be taken aback by fright, backed away again and again, waved his hands and said, "No, no, I don't need this for now, I'll go over there and have a look."

The stall owner glanced at him, but didn't take him seriously.

"Blood food or a companion, you decide for yourself."

The stall owner said: "I can't get out of this foggy city anyway, right?"

Cheng Yunzhi realized that he was very conspicuous.Light-colored clothes, snow-white skin, at first glance is the classic dress of Daoxiu.

What is the difference between putting it in this foggy city where demon cultivators gather, and being a slaughtered lamb?

He said cautiously: "I have to weigh it carefully."

The young Daoxiu walked into the market again, trying to get rid of those people who were staring at him secretly.

Sure enough, at a stall behind, I saw a pair of neatly placed eyeballs.

The stall owner greeted him warmly: "Would you like to have a bite?"

Cheng Yunzhi said: "No."

There are people soup, people grilled ribs.

Some stall owners don't know how to let blood out, so the blood melts into the mist in the heat of the city, escapes, and reconstitutes part of the red mist.

The red mist surged slowly as if alive, covering up the cheers of the crowd.

And that beautiful Daoxiu who seems to have strayed into the market has become the prey that many people are going to attack.

In your own territory, there is no need for patience.

So one after another, demon cultivators came out of the shadows and surrounded Cheng Yunzhi. Someone asked, fellow daoist, do you eat noodles?

Fellow Daoist, do you drink soup?

Fellow Daoist, do you eat meat?

Countless voices erupted from the bottom of Cheng Yuzhi's heart like the rebirth of a demon in his heart.

He doesn't have a sword in his hand, but he has it in his heart, in a bag of mustard seeds.

Daoxiu raised his head suddenly, and the silver sword flashed out, but in the blink of an eye, the head of the leading demon cultivator fell to the ground, and all the demon cultivators rushed up!

Cheng Yunzhi seemed to have returned to the past, the broken jade string around his waist rang lightly, he fell into the enemy's trap alone, and there was nowhere to ask for help.

He didn't ask for help, he just grabbed that bit of hope and broke out!

The young man said: "A mere demon cultivator...!"

His eyes are so bright!How can there be any sparkling water, remove the bloody killing intent, what is left?

One sword, one head, one sword, one heart.

The red mist was shattered by him, countless double shadows of swords were separated from Cheng Yun's body, one after another, they were heavily inserted into the ground, and finally the golden light shone brightly, reflecting his bright eyes and long hair!

Since it is a formation of ten thousand swords, it is necessary to kill all the demon cultivators here!

Fighting in blood is far less than this level.

How much combat power can a demon cultivator who cannibalize human flesh and accumulate cultivation bases have.

He chopped everything down to the ground, chopped off the spine mercilessly, and finally the ground was sticky, staining the dark market with blood and flesh, and even his cheeks were stained with stinky blood.

Cheng Yunzhi pulled his sleeve and wiped the blood calmly.

Stepping through the flying sand and fog, he kicked over the vat of cooking meat.

The bucket rolled down, and the contents inside were scattered all over the ground, but no one made a sound in the market, and everything was silent.

Young Master Cheng pointed his sword at the ground and smiled again: "I should kill all of you."

The tip of his sword dripped blood, and even the hardest bones couldn't stop the blow. The young man stepped on the ground full of bones, and suddenly looked up, and found that there were black-clothed devils standing in the sky and on the ground.

A roar came from a distance, and the vibrating sound waves even shattered the bowls and chopsticks.

"Kill my citizens, blood debts!"

A blood-red magic seal formed in the air, covering the sky and the sun, enough to shake Mount Tai, covering the entire Misty City!

All the demon cultivators looked at that place and sang loudly: "Welcome to the city lord!"

Da Xiu Moxiu came across the air, only took one look at him, Cheng Yuzhi coughed violently, covered his lips, and his eyes, nose and ears began to bleed.

He shouted loudly: "Who killed my city people!"

"Blood debt, blood taste! Blood debt, blood taste!"

He is trying to make an example to the monkeys, using the mighty might of the city lord of the Misty City to cut off all restless blood-eating people and plunge them into helpless despair!

"Blood debt, blood taste! Blood debt, blood payment—"

The shouting stopped abruptly, and the killing formation that their ancestors were most proud of was cut through by a sword force on the spot, and disappeared without a trace!

"……Who is that?"

Cheng Yunzhi lowered his head, and quietly wiped off the blood on his face.

It turned out that the previous wish was really heard by Xianjun.

He laughed at himself and gripped his sword again.

The lord of Misty City shouted loudly: "Who are you to bother me, Misty..."

He took a deep breath and squeezed it out between his teeth: "...cut it!"

The snow-clothed man appeared like a sudden white dot in the distant sky of Misty City, and the divine sword in his hand hummed.

The lord of Misty City has already cultivated in the late stage of becoming a god, and he is only one step away from the Mahayana. It is nothing more than a blink of an eye to crush a small path.

However, his eyes widened, Daoxiu is not dead!

The person in front of him is very clear, the only one who can break his formation is the No. 1 in the world, Jie Ah Xianjun!

The snow-clothed man was speechless, and the divine sword trembled.

With one blow, the owner of the Misty City was blasted from the east to the west, and a huge hole like a meteorite was smashed on the ground.

Gu Yan tore apart the barrier of the Misty City with his bare hands, so those offerings who were transferred out and hid in hiding also had a place to escape.

Cheng Yuzhi went upstream, and whenever he saw Moxiu, he was determined to kill.

Behind him, Moxiu's corpses were piled up layer by layer, and he finally returned to the cell, putting his hands on the railing.

Under the shocked gaze of that person, Cheng Yunzhi didn't open the lock, and split the railing with his sword, motioning for them to come out.

The man stammered: "You, you come back and save us."

Cheng Yuzhi said gently: "I promised, let's go."

He corrected: "I didn't save you, it was Xianjun. Xianjun tore off the enchantment, and everyone can leave."

Cheng Yuzhi turned his head and pointed in a distant direction, the profile of his face was gentle and delicate.

"The place where it was torn apart is there, and there is a passage built by Xianjun. Go back, the world is waiting for you."

The imprisoned offerings were like surging water, shuttled out from both sides of Cheng Yunzhi, running wildly regardless of everything.

Standing in the middle, he was not hit by a single bit.

Until all the offerings were gone, leaving the empty cell and Cheng Yuzhi himself.

The master of Misty City is already in the late stage of transformation, but the difference in realm is vast. He was shot down to the ground by the snow-clothed man, his muscles and bones were damaged, and he was unable to get up on his own.

Jie A Xianjun stood out of nowhere, staring at the chaotic and noisy crowd, trying to find Cheng Yuzhi's whereabouts from the shadow of the building.

But fortunately, his friend took the initiative to contact him.

The person on the other side was still panting, and his spiritual power fluctuated erratically, sounding intermittent.

But Gu Yan was immediately appeased.

He lowered his eyes and listened intently to what he said: "Speak."

Cheng Yuzhi said seriously: "If you want to ascend to immortality, you can't bear such a big murder, so let me kill the rest of these things."

He rambled: "Ayan, help me find the whereabouts of Bai Ci. This magician is not good at fighting, he runs really fast."

The other side didn't speak.

Mr. Cheng immediately felt that something was wrong, so he comforted him softly: "If we find Bai Ci, we will stop and go back to Changshu Peak, okay?"

"Not good," the snowcloth man's voice sounded extremely indifferent, "I'll kill them all."

As soon as the divine sword reads the past, thousands of lives will end.

The fairy king was angry and lay dead for thousands of miles.

Even Baici, who was hiding in the air, was shaken off, rolled on the ground in embarrassment, and landed in front of Cheng Yuzhi.

He spat blood on the ground, and laughed embarrassingly: "As expected of an immortal."

A sword sealed his throat and pierced his throat. Bai Ci rolled on the ground and narrowly escaped.

Now, both of them are extremely embarrassed.

Cheng Yun's clothes were covered with blood, while Bai Ci was covered in dust, but every time he stood and lay down, the outcome was self-evident.

Bai Ci was so shaken that his internal organs were rupturing, he coughed up blood while laughing.

"If you want to kill Moxiu, you have to slaughter his entire sect," Bai Ci coughed, "Otherwise, like me, you can't kill him, catch him, kill him, and get into trouble for nothing. Everywhere I am afraid that the enemy will come to the door."

His eyes became slack: "Although I never hated you from the beginning. But Master told me all the year round, blood debts are paid with blood. No matter how many people they eat and how many people they kill, they are my sect, and I We must avenge them."

Beitz smiled: "Do you think I'm annoying?"

Cheng Yuzhi finally said, "Very annoying."

Bai Ci: "I have never eaten human flesh. Just because I was born as a demon, I will be trapped in this foggy city. Where can my body go, but where can my heart go?"

Finally, he said: "The fog is like a barrier, the city is about to blow itself up, you should be careful."

With a bang, the entire Misty City is collapsing!

The snow-clothed man finally pushed the Misty City Lord into a desperate situation, broke his golden core, and killed his Nascent Soul. The City Lord let out a roar, and the red mist in the entire city dispersed, revealing his true colors.

His primordial spirit blew himself up!

The huge fluctuation of spiritual power swept across the entire city in an instant, and even Xianjun couldn't stop it immediately.

The minds of the creatures who remained in the city were blank, and they only felt that life was like a dream, and everything in front of them was an obstacle.

Cheng Yunzhi also had a blank mind, watching helplessly as the scene in his vision was distorted, and the green hillside and the delicate and small sect buildings reappeared.

The water is murmuring, and the birds are singing.

A handsome young man stood at the gate of the sect, looking down at him from a height.

After a while, he said unhappily: "After all, where did you go wild again?"

The beautiful young man was stunned for a moment, and then felt that his memory was being pulled away, gradually shrinking into the thoughts that this age group should have.

It was foggy.

Zhizhi ran up, hugged the young boy's waist, and was hugged by his legs, almost sitting on his shoulders to show off his might.

Cheng Yunzhi thought for a while, and said confidently, "Senior Brother, it was Master who told me to go down the mountain to buy sesame candies."

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