Legend of Xianghuang

Qing Ji sighed with emotion, although she was among the practitioners, she didn't make a move at all, she just watched Xiang Huang and Wan Wan deal with it.

After just a few glances, Qing Ji frowned slightly, not to mention Xiang Huang, she could basically conclude that they were deliberately keeping their hands aside from Wan Wan's side. You must know that she had directly confronted Wan Wan, and Wan Wan's ability Nothing more than that.

As for Xianghuang, Qing Ji had never seen her do it, especially in recent years, every time the veteran Song took Xianghuang to other places for testing.

While speaking, several powerful auras from all directions also rushed over, under the pressure of several pressures, most of the movements of the two sides in the battle were a little slower.

Xiang Huang's face suddenly turned pale, and he shook the bamboo knife in his hand. Seeing that the blow that had just pierced his arm was about to pierce the opponent's heart, his fingertips already felt the touch of the flesh.

Startled, she quickly withdrew her hand, her eyes fell on the corpse on the ground, and a wry smile suddenly appeared on her brows and eyes.

"Xianghuang!" Wanwan's voice rang in her ears, and almost at the same time Xianghuang's face changed, she rushed over from the other end, barely enough to sweep away the three practitioners who took the opportunity to attack together. Pull Xiang Huang to the front.

How could the cultivators let go of such an opportunity, seeing that one of them made a mistake for some reason, and the other had to be distracted to protect her, and the few who came after receiving their letter came to her. Sending masters, they immediately seized this opportunity to greet them with their deadly moves.

Qing Ji's complexion changed, and just as she was about to make a move, she was startled by a powerful aura erupting from Wanwan not far away, followed by a red shadow flashing by, and a girl in Taoist robes in the distance was swept away by the red shadow. pull it up.

"Xianghuang, grab her." Wanwan threw the girl to Xianghuang, and the red and black whip swung around in a circle like a snake following the movement of her hand.

The practitioners around were pushed out by this sudden force, not to mention the spells that were still being cast, even the ones that had already been cast were scattered, and everyone fell to the ground in all directions.

At this time, the newly arrived masters had already arrived, and one of the chubby monks raised his hand and patted Wanwan.

That hand obviously looked ordinary, but when it was photographed from above, it was already getting bigger and bigger, and it was as big as a hill when it reached the top of Wanwan and Xianghuang's heads.

At this time, Qing Ji had already reacted, raised her hands and resisted the thugs. During the confrontation, she felt that the pressure on the top was getting bigger and bigger. Suddenly she jumped and bent, her feet pierced the big palms like sharp knives.

With a muffled snort, the great monk withdrew his palm, looked at Qing Ji and shook his head: "After all, he is the great monster under Minggan's subordinates in the past, and he really deserves his reputation."

"Hmph." Qing Ji glanced at him coldly, "Unexpectedly, you also came to join in the fun."

The great monk laughed three times and patted his stomach: "Monk, I am not interested, but it is a pity that one of my young apprentices died unexpectedly, so I always come to ask for an explanation."

While speaking, although he was smiling, his sharp eyes looked straight at Xianghuang and Wanwan.

At this time, Xianghuang had already reached out to hold the person thrown by Wanwan, and her expression returned to indifference: "We have never killed a monk." Her words were concise and powerful, except that her face was still pale, she seemed to have no other abnormalities.

"But Monk, the news I got is that Minggan's half-demon daughter and a thousand-year-old ghost killed my disciple. Old Niubi, what about you?" The great monk glanced at Wanwan, and suddenly asked another person.

The person he asked was wearing a strange red Taoist robe, with a nose as big as a bull's nose, but his hair was disheveled and disheveled, and his face was gloomy.

He glanced at the great monk, and said two words with a dark face: "Baoji."

The great monk stared wide-eyed: "What? Your precious big cock is dead?!"

"Poisoning, I'm saving." The red Taoist priest's cold eyes fell on Xianghuang again, but Xianghuang didn't seem to feel the coldness and murderous intent at all, but just touched it calmly.

"I only wanted to find out the truth about what happened back then, so how could I be hostile to the two of you for no reason?" Xianghuang looked at the two of them. They kept thinking about all kinds of principles, although they had heard about Minggan's affairs back then, they did not intervene.

Obviously, Xianghuang's calm attitude made them think.Even if their lovers and spiritual pets are murdered and they are furious, they won't get carried away like young people and be easily used by others.

However, the two outsiders were not so calm.

"Are you going to say that you didn't do these corpses and injuries?" The great monk and the Taoist priest in red didn't do anything, and the other two didn't dare to act lightly, only angrily reprimanded a few people.

Wan Wan sneered, "We're not the ones chasing people indiscriminately. It's better to turn them into corpses than us to die."

"Hmph, a monstrous evildoer, everyone will punish him!" The other person said angrily, justifying his name and others, and he did not forget to bring in the fifth person, "Fellow Taoist Yun Xizi, I heard that you expelled this traitor from the teacher by killing your relatives righteously." Now, you must also think about it for the common people in the world, right?"

For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on Yun Xizi who had never said a word. Even the great monk and the Taoist in red who didn't like to ask about worldly affairs looked at him. The new head of Lupai, his reputation is almost the highest among practitioners.

Only Xianghuang never took a look at Yun Xizi. She ignored the gaze that had been falling on her all the time, and just cast a questioning look at the monk: "I just heard from the senior that the letter you got was between me and the 1000-year-old girl." The ghost killed your apprentice?"

"Yes." The great monk nodded with a smile, as if he was facing an old friend for many years instead of a murderer.

Xianghuang nodded, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and swept towards the practitioner who was just struggling to stand up on the ground: "This group of people has been chasing and killing us for more than a day, but no one knows that Wanwan is a ghost or not a demon."

Everyone was shocked and looked at Wanwan.

She was smiling, with contempt in her eyes.

Finally, one person defended himself: "This female ghost is very strange, we only know that the old monster is here, so it's normal to misunderstand for a while!"

But Xianghuang didn't even look at him, and just continued to say, "What Wanwan is has nothing to do with you, I'm just more interested in the person who sent you the news."

"Who is it that sent you here?" Xiang Huang's eyes narrowed, he swept around, and finally fixed his eyes on the practitioner who had uttered the words before.

The man was sweating profusely. He thought he had escaped with the intervention of the old Taoist nun, but he didn't expect to be targeted again.

He wanted to slip away, but he didn't expect Wanwan's whip to come as Xianghuang's gaze arrived.

At the same time, the two masters of the martial arts in the air and Yun Xizi also shot.

"Senior Yun Xizi, if you do something, then this little disciple's life will be gone." Xianghuang's indifferent voice sounded, and he firmly clasped the disciple Canglu who was captured by Wanwan, and for the first time turned his eyes It fell on Yun Xizi.

Her gaze was flat and cold, more so than at anything else.Yun Xizi hurriedly stopped his words, and glanced over with indescribable complexity.

At this time, Wanwan had already made a move to force the two of them back, and wrapped up the sneaky practitioner.

However, he was not as lucky as that Canglu disciple. He was wrapped tightly by Wanwan, and the whip almost pierced his flesh. He vaguely felt that the whip seemed to be alive. Constantly biting.

Before he could recover, Wanwan's other hand clawed at the top of his head like a claw. All the practitioners present had suffered from Wanwan's ghost claws, and several of them subconsciously closed their eyes.

This time, there was no bloody scene where blood was splashed on the spot.

Wan Wan grasped and raised her hand, pinching a nearly transparent object in her palm, as if she was struggling.

She flicked the whip, threw the useless practitioner away, looked at the struggling soul in her hand and said coldly: "Uncle Yin, are you still reluctant to come out?"

A gust of cold wind blows, bringing a bone-chilling chill.

Although this can be almost completely ignored by practitioners, Xinghe still feels a slight tremor in the hand clasping his throat.

Ever since Wan Wan suddenly wrapped her up with a whip, to Xiang Huang holding her vitals as a hostage, she has never been afraid.

I don't know why, it's clear that as long as Xianghuang exerts force, his life will be gone, but Xinghe didn't feel the slightest bit of fear and worry.

Just like when she quietly looked at the two from behind, she was more curious and amazed than what she had heard.

She saw Xianghuang's pale face instantly when the master uncle came, and she also felt the obvious indifference in Xianghuang's speech when talking with the master uncle.

What Master said was right, the person who caught him was very affectionate and righteous, Xinghe silently affirmed in his heart.

However, people who value love and righteousness are more likely to be hurt.

When Yinlie appeared in front of everyone, Xianghuang's hand holding Xinghe subconsciously tightened, making Xinghe unable to speak or vent his anger for a moment.

A hand pulled Xianghuang's hand in time, and Xinghe finally survived, but soon she found that although no one was holding her, she was still unable to move.

"You'd better stay still, even if you are rescued, the ghost talisman buried in your body will kill your soul." Wanwan's voice rang in her ears, she smiled coldly.

Although she said it to Xinghe, everyone could hear it clearly, including Yun Xizi.

Xianghuang's hand was held by Wanwan, and she looked straight at Yinlie.

She knew that at least one of these big monsters had betrayed her father, but even if she knew and kept reminding herself, how could it be possible to have no feelings after being together for more than ten years.

Yin Lie gradually approached, still with that gentle look, with a refined smile, but there was a trace of unusual color in his eyes.

"Xiang Huang, when you were talking to Yun Xizi, you were most like your father." Yin Lie said with a smile.

Xiang Huang's hand was clenched for an instant, Wan Wan put her hand in hers and let her hold it, her eyes fixed on Yin Lie.

There is no need to ask the question "why".

The author has something to say: Regarding traitors, there are only a few big monsters in total, and everyone has basically guessed that they are silver-haired foxes.As for the purpose, it is clear from the subtitle ╮(╯_╰)╭

Then, Yun Xizi reappeared, the new characters are the cute girl Xinghe, the soy sauce monk and Taoist priest, don’t miss the exciting~~~【Please call me the white woman who sells melons...