Qing Leng Xianzun is always ready to run

You really can't have too much confidence in the rich second generation.

If it wasn't for the fact that the current character design is true. Qing Leng Xianzun, he would like to cover his forehead and complain now.

"It's not Lord Yuefeng." Yue Qianqiu stopped and said to Song Chunhan, "It's not him in the coffin, don't worry."

Song Chunhan was taken aback for a moment, and immediately understood what Yue Qianqiu meant.

He just accidentally said the word "Master" out of his mouth, and the surrounding area is full of spies who listen to intelligence. If he said the word "Master", it will definitely arouse their suspicion. If they want to make them not doubt, they can only Transferred the 'master' that I said just now to the person in the coffin.

Song Chunhan immediately got on top of the actor, and tearfully asked Yue Qianqiu who was pretending to be Su Zhanyi: "Su Guan Shi, you mean——you mean Master can still be saved?"

"Everything depends on chance, no one knows." Yue Qianqiu fooled a few words casually and asked Song Chunhan to continue dragging the coffin.

He was about to step into the Elder's House with one foot, but when he thought of something, he turned around and said, "I think this matter needs to be discussed with the Acting Sovereign."

So Yue Qianqiu turned around again and walked towards Mr. Futong's courtyard.

Song Chunhan's physical strength was not good in the first place, he was already panting while pulling a coffin, and when he heard that he was going to Mr. Futong again, his face turned pale.

But Yue Qianqiu didn't care about Song Chunhan's physical exertion, he went to one place after another as if going around in circles, but refused to stop the coffin.

The surveillance agents around were all dazed and couldn't figure out what the manager wanted to do. He seemed to be delaying the time deliberately, preventing the opening of the coffin.

Yue Qianqiu went around and around, making Song Chunhan drag the coffin for six or seven hours without seeing him stop.

Finally, someone lost his temper and struck out with a sword, intending to lift the coffin and find out who was inside the coffin.

But before he got close to the coffin, he heard the coffin burst first, and a person in red jumped out of the coffin and fell to the ground.

Before the visitor could even react, a pair of hands grabbed his throat.

The pale hands hadn't recovered their temperature yet, they were cold and wet, as if the dead had been resurrected from hell.

With a light pinch, this disciple's neck can be crushed.

"Little idiot, don't be so impulsive next time." A clear male voice flowed from the throat of the man in red. He tilted his head slightly and said to Song Chunhan, "Where's my sword?"

Song Chunhan dug into his treasure bag, took out a sword and threw it to the man in red.

The disciples present were not particularly old, had never seen Feng Zhaohua before, and did not know who he was, but each of them recognized the Canghai Sword in Feng Zhaohua's hand.

Immediately, the sea roared, and the waves hit the sky. Feng Zhaohua stood in the boundless sword energy of the waves, like a red sun standing on the sea, which was extremely dazzling.

Who is he?

Younger disciples might still have doubts, but the senior officials in Mingxia Mountain were shocked.

Who would have thought that a person who had just entered the mountain and was still a corpse could be resurrected, and who would have thought that a person who had been dead for more than 200 years could also be resurrected.

What they think has nothing to do with Feng Zhaohua.

He strode towards the elders' house with big strides, Yue Qianqiu followed closely behind, and Song Chunhan followed behind with a proud face.

As soon as this matter happened, it was like fireworks exploding in mid-air, shaking the entire Mingxia Mountain.

Feng Zhaohua is resurrected!

The news immediately spread throughout the Xuanmen.

This time's appearance is really not low-key, but this is also Feng Zhaohua's deliberate intention. In the past, he was too low-key, and the corpse was discovered only after it was completely cold. Now he is high-key, and those who want to attack him will definitely Weigh it up.

Besides, with such a high profile, Feng Zhaohua still wanted to steal the limelight from Yue Qianqiu, who turned into Su Zhanyi.

We can't let others see that Su Zhanyi has already run away with his wife, and now Su Zhanyi is pretending to be his brother-in-law.

With one step, he was about to release the resentment accumulated in his body for 200 years, and the earth was shaking, which was extremely terrifying.

The death is so miserable, if you don't let there be complaints, it will be faster to become a Bodhisattva yourself.

The people in the elders' house were resting, but now all the subordinates, big and small, reported to them the news of Feng Zhaohua's suspected resurrection. They stopped meditating and combed their hair. hit.

And standing amidst the resentment was Feng Zhaohua who was called 'Canghai Feng Zhaohua'.

In my memory, Feng Zhaohua is dressed in blue and jade crown, with immortal demeanor, but in front of him, Feng Zhaohua in red clothes is hunting and showing resentment. It is really impossible to associate him with Feng Zhaohua 200 years ago.

"Bong...Zhaohua?" The elders were unsure and asked.

Feng Zhaohua turned his head with a miserable smile, and said to the elder, "It's me, I'm back from hell."

Of course he didn't come back from hell, he ate and drank well and Song Chunhan was resurrected after playing with him for a while.

It's just that he did this on purpose, to see which old man has a guilty conscience.

First of all, the two traitors Xi Ruyu and Wang Daoxian have been found, who else is left?

Feng Zhaohua glanced around, and the fake faces of many elders made him sick.

It really is an old and immortal old fox, the resentful soul has been reborn and claimed his life, and he still has such an expression of 'it's none of my business', it really deserves a beating.

But there are more than a dozen elders in front of him, even if he combined with Yue Qianqiu, who has only three successes, he can't beat these dozen elders.

Swinging the sword around, Feng Zhaohua decided to pick out the soft persimmons first, and pick out Wang Daoxian first to beat him up.

The flowing water is boundless, the waves swallow the sky, and the sword energy condenses into a boundless sea, vowing to swallow the enemy in front of him in one fell swoop.

Feng Zhaohua held his breath, stared at Wang Daoxian, and said softly, "You are a demon."

There was not much surprise on the faces of the elders, and no one even came up to stop Feng Zhaohua from killing.

Just standing aside and watching silently, even Xi Ruyu, who is also a monster, has cold and terrifying eyes.

Naturally, Wang Daoxian couldn't sit still and wait for death. He faced Feng Zhaohua with his sword, trying to escape his sword move in vain.

But 200 years of grievances, coupled with Feng Zhaohua's own genius sword moves, made it hard for Wang Daoxian to resist.

Within ten strokes, Wang Daoxian was defeated by the souls of the dead, and he was already bleeding.

Twenty strokes away, Wang Daoxian was covered in scars and out of breath.

Thirty strokes are enough to kill Wang Daoxian.

But Feng Zhaohua deliberately kept his subordinates' tricks, slowly torturing Wang Daoxian for the appreciation of the elders.

These elders have completely lost their humanity, they are full of calculations and calculations.

They will only make the best choice for them.

For example, now, not taking action now is the best choice for the elders.

Wang Daoxian had already been abandoned by the Yaozu when he came out to rescue Bai Wusi, saving him would be useless to please the Yaozu, but would anger an unknown variable instead, why bother?

let him die.

Knowing that the demon clan can cover up the demonic aura by replacing human backbones, the elders know it clearly.

So watching Feng Zhaohua pull out Wang Daoxian's spine, watching Wang Daoxian transform from a human into a raccoon dog, they didn't have the slightest surprise, they just looked at Feng Zhaohua with indifferent eyes and fake smiles.

Feng Zhaohua only felt terror.

Xuanmen is already like this——

The upper echelon clearly knew there was a problem, and they also knew how to deal with the spies so that he could show his originality, but they just didn't do it.

Because it doesn't do them any good.

Feng Zhaohua glanced at Xi Ruyu, and slowly raised his sword.