Chapter 130: "This marriage... I don't accept it."...
Xie Tingyun's arrogant eyebrows reminded Mo Hua of the extremely unpleasant past.
Xu is used to being the only one, Xie Tingyun never puts anyone or anything in his eyes. When he was young, he used this gesture to provoke him time and time again. The memory of his childhood deepened in his heart. Feeling disgusted, Mo Hua suppressed his irritability and lowered his voice: "How did these people break in?"
The demon world is full of barriers, Xie Tingyun was able to come in intact because of his prior instruction, what about the rest? Could it be that the guards in the entire Demon Realm are blind?
Seeing Yaozu, Li Xuanyou and others majesticly playing tricks in the hall, Mo Hua became even more unhappy.
Facing the persecution, Changxi seemed to have known about such an event for a long time, so she calmly said a few words, "Don't worry, they won't be able to get out." She said this softly, but her tone was as cold as a river, and she couldn't stand it. Half silk fluctuates.
Mo Hua suddenly thought of something, but remained silent.
The conversation between the two was low-key, and because Yun Wan was so close, she could naturally hear it clearly. The bottom of my heart couldn't help beating: Li Xuanyou and the others could arrive here safely without being discovered. There is only one possibility, and that is Bafanggang.
The eight directions are connected to the three realms and the four seas. If someone opens the gate here in advance, then everyone in the Suwen sect can arrive safely without being overwhelmed.
But... what did Chang Xi mean by these words?
Could it be that she knew that they would reach the Demon Realm through Bafanggang? Do you want to invite you into the urn and subdue him with one move?
If this is the case, who and what did Changxi know about Bafang Gang?
Li Xuanyou once mentioned that Bafanggang is a formation set up by the ancestors. Except for the few people left by Su Wenzong, outsiders don't know it. Changxi has belonged to the demon world for a long time, let alone the existence of Bafanggang.
Yun Wanyu's eyelashes flickered slightly, and she watched Chang Xi calmly, secretly keeping an eye on her.
"Want to **** a marriage? Then come and try."
Xie Tingyun ignored Mo Hua's sarcasm, and in a flash, he charged forward with his sword in hand, the sword was radiant and cold, and every move was full of killing intent.
Mo Hua didn't move her toes, but with a hook of her slender fingertips, Yun Wan, who was standing beside her, uncontrollably stood in front of her, and the sword heart was pointing at her chest.
Xie Tingyun's eyes were lingering, and he quickly withdrew his sword force, and the suddenly withdrawn sword intent recoiled at his divine veins, and his aura suddenly became chaotic.
He was unsteady, took two steps back staggeringly, and lost his breathing rhythm.
Xie Tingyun closed his eyes to adjust his energy channels, and when he opened them again, his eyes had lost all warmth.
Yun Wan stared at him steadfastly, like a stick in her throat.
Fingertips clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched, even though unwilling to twitch, it is difficult to break free from the puppet thread tightly entwined in the atrium.
Mo Hua held onto the thin thread, with a half-smile: "Why, that's all you have?"
Su Wenzong and others following behind also did not move. As long as Mo Hua holds the puppet thread and Yun Wan is controlled by him, they can't act rashly.
The situation took a sharp turn.
All the disciples in the demon world also put away their nervousness for the time being, and faced everyone provocatively.
Xie Tingyun's finger bones holding the sword tightened, his eyes were silent, and traces of blood ooze from the corners of his lips.
His old injury has not healed, and the previous blow probably hurt the affected area again.
Yun Wan's throat felt dry, and after a while, her brows were firm.
[Xuan Ling, break that thread. ]
Xuanling choked: [Again, again? ]
Puppet lines are different from digging golden pills.
At least there is a possibility of survival by forcibly taking the golden core; but the puppet control technique connects the heart with the three souls and seven souls, and if the puppet thread is forcibly broken, it will naturally hurt the body of the Tianmai soul, not to mention that the puppet thread is connected by turbid devil energy. As a result, if the magic energy is mixed with one's own Dao energy in the middle of the disconnection, the injury will be added to the injury.
She was reluctant to strip off the golden core last time; once again, Xuanling resisted even more.
[Moving the body; injuring the bones can break the way and establish the source. ] Yunwan urged, [Don't be afraid, come on! ]
Her physique has been tempered and tempered, and Yun Wan doesn't believe that she can't break free even by a puppet thread.
If she can survive this tribulation smoothly, then her cultivation will rise to another level; if she can't, then the fate is like this, no one can blame her.
Xuan Ling was still hesitating, Yun Wan urged again: [Hurry up! Don't dawdle. ]
Only when the puppet thread is gone, Xie Tingyun and the others can do it without any hesitation. If the puppet thread is tied to her all the time, no one will be able to leave.
Xuanling felt the firmness in the master's veins, and after a moment of silence, he decided to attack.
Yun Wan was ready, took a deep breath, raised her face and smiled at Xie Tingyun.
This smile is pure, with a bit of determination.
Xie Tingyun was stunned for a moment. In an instant, she understood her intention.
Xuan Ling released countless spiritual powers to wrap around the heart veins. Yun Wan sensed the turmoil in the Lingfu, and vaguely saw that flexible and light living thread being pulled with brute force.
It doesn't hurt.
Ignorance.
It's like being trapped in the chaos of heaven and earth, losing perception, losing the five senses, and offsetting the turbid line with one person's soul vein.
Mo Hua is hooked on the other end of the line.
He was always aware of the abnormality and glanced over in disbelief.
"She... she is breaking the puppet technique!"
Someone in the hall saw Yun Wan's desire and immediately screamed out. In an instant, countless eyes looked at her in amazement, including Venerable Wuji and Mrs. Yun among them.
Yun Wan's figure was about to fall, the bright red between her lips dotted on her fair and creamy cheeks, making her pale.
Someone among them murmured: "She will die..."
The puppet control technique uses the soul as bait, controls the body, and captures the heart. Since ancient times, the master has controlled the puppets, and no puppets have dared to resist their masters.
She is reckless and suicidal.
Yunwan's delicate cheeks slowly lost their brilliance, like rice paper covered with gray, dim and filled with death. And the turmoil of the whole body's spiritual pulse was obviously affected by a lot.
Liu Miaomiao was apprehensive, and couldn't help shouting: "Junior Sister, don't be impulsive!" If the filthy breath is mixed with Dao power, it may damage the three souls, and become a corpse for the rest of the life!
"Xie Tingyun, think of a way!"
Facing the terrified people, Xie Tingyun seemed relatively calm.
How can a person with thousands of thoughts be willing to be controlled by a small thread. If she is willing to do it, then he chooses to believe.
Yun Wan closed her five senses and concentrated on disconnecting.
The puppet thread wrapped around Mo Hua's fingertips trembled slightly, the thread pulse was unstable, and it seemed to be broken. Mo Hua's heart choked, and he hurriedly tried to strengthen the puppet thread, but the Xuanling had already tightly guarded the door of his heart, and the soul magic was not allowed to enter, let alone re-twitch his heart.
Could it be possible to let her escape?
A trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes, since he couldn't keep it, he could only kill it!
Chang Xi saw Mo Hua's intentions, and released the spirit needle without hesitation. The highly poisonous silver needles were hooked into a dense net, piercing through the air, and stabbing straight at Yunwan's dantian.
"not good!"
Liu Miaomiao exclaimed, and Hu Xian played a sound wave, but the poisonous needle came to Yunwan in an instant, and Liu Miaomiao was not given a chance to save someone.
Seeing that the sharp cold needle was about to pierce her body, the spiritual wind blew up, and all the poisonous needles rushed back to where Chang Xi was. In the direction of Yun Wan.
The puppet thread is broken.
The broken soul thread scattered all over the sky like shattered pearls, sprinkled with golden light mottled.
The monks who were a little bit more skilled at the scene could already see a subtle change in the aura that enveloped her.
— she broke through.
—She actually used Mo Hua to break through her own cultivation!
Yun Wan coughed out a mouthful of crimson, her eyes were clear, and she wiped away the remaining blood from the corners of her lips, "Xie Tingyun is not as capable as you." She smiled, "How capable are you? The master's golden core sits on the throne of the demon king; he sucked the blood of his crush and lived for a hundred years; and now he is resurrected by the remnant soul of his fellow disciples. Oh yes, there are still so many dog legs protecting you, tsk, the next Heavenly Dao If it's not you, I won't agree."
She couldn't stop being sarcastic like pouring beans, and all the people present held their breath and concentrated, and they didn't dare to vent their anger.
Only Xie Tingyun smiled softly.
Mo Hua stared at her.
Clutching the remaining thin thread on his fingertips, he didn't know whether it was anger or embarrassment, the veins on his forehead bulged, and the magic breath gathered around his body became extremely thick.
Mo Hua trembled all over, "What did you... say?"
Yun Wan knew that he had endured to the extreme long ago, so she raised her eyebrows, still not knowing why she was afraid, "You know what I'm saying."
She pointed at Venerable Wuji and Yi Gang's evil way: "These people are willing to obey you, it's because they are following others, they are weak and incompetent, you can ask any one casually, and see who doesn't despise your past actions." Yun Wan's lips opened and closed, and her words pierced his chest like a knife, "Mo Hua, no one here really thinks highly of you."
Yun Wan revealed the despicableness he concealed.
Before becoming a demon, when others mentioned Daoist Qingxu, they would always think of Liu Chen and Xie Tingyun, but he was a counterexample, the most despised existence in the sect.
He has no talent, he is clumsy, he is inferior in every way, he is not even worthy to carry the shoes of his junior.
Mo Hua's eyes were scarlet, sweeping across everyone's faces little by little.
Everyone was afraid to look at him, and they all lowered their heads, which happened to anger Mo Hua.
The veins on his forehead twitched violently, Mo Hua's five fingers clenched into fists, black mist overflowed from between his fingers, and Xiaoxiu who was nearby was directly eaten away by the cloud of killing mist. The rest of the people were silent like cicadas, not daring to breathe out, for fear of being affected their lives.
The atmosphere in the hall was deadlocked to the extreme.
Yun Wan was more indifferent: "Thank you Demon Venerable Mo Hua for taking care of you these days." She ignored his face that was about to go crazy, and took off the heavy crown on her head, "This marriage...I don't accept it."
There was a layer of frost in Mo Hua's eyes, and finally, he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Don't let them out."
Thousands of demons are ordered to come from all directions.
He said one word at a time: "Kill them and leave no one behind."
Yun Wan took two steps back without any panic on her face.
Ah Huang rushed to Yun Wan first, "Protect the sect master."
Door owner? ? ?
All the monks including Venerable Wuji were astonished.
The shocking feather sect has been spread so well that most people want to get a share of it, and they are more curious about the lord behind it. Everyone guessed wildly, but in the end they didn't know who controlled it. To this day, no one would have guessed that it would be the youngest daughter Yun Wanshan despised the most.
Yun Wan stood behind the demons.
The Mo Zihua clothes all over her body set off the arrogance like fire, and her eyes were so scorching that no one dared to look at her. Although she was only at the Golden Core stage, her aura was not lower than Mo Hua's in the slightest.
The half-demon headed by Ah Huang soon wrestled with the demons.
The strength of Hua Zhen and others should not be underestimated, and they killed a **** way in a short time.
"Walk."
A clear sound came from her ear, Yun Wan hadn't turned her head yet, she just felt her waist tighten, and the next moment she was pulled into his arms and jumped onto the half-demon.
Seeing that Yunwan was successfully rescued, Li Xuanyou swung his sword to cut open the demon seed blocking his eyes, and shouted backwards: "Get out!"
The people no longer love to fight, relying on the half-demon to fly out of the Demon City Hall.
Yun Wanyi was in Xie Tingyun's arms, and couldn't help but glance down.
Chang Xi stood quietly beside Mo Hua, her smoky purple gown had a dusty temperament, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle. She raised her face slightly and smiled softly at her.
Yun Wan's heart skipped a beat, and the words Chang Xi said earlier came to mind again.