After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn - Chapter 147

Liu Huan’s Gu Yujian stood in the sky, overlooking the vast rivers and mountains, and the boundless sea, feeling empty in his heart. That kind of coldness quickly grew from the bottom of my heart, and the chill flowed into her meridians, her hands and feet were cold, like falling into an ice cave, as if to be frozen.

Jiyue asked her to find her own clean place, but where should such a place be?

“Elder Qi’s guess is really good, and Jiyue will secretly let this witch away!”

“We will take her back to Zhuang, and see all the disciples in front of them, how does Jiyue explain!”

In the sea of ​​clouds, four sages, Elder Zhuang, flew up and surrounded Liu, with a triumphant expression on his face, “It’s not in vain that we secretly observe for a few days.”

Liu Huan lowered her head slightly, without saying a word, her purple clothes fluttering high.

The elders had long been dissatisfied with Jiyue, and now they finally grabbed her handle and smiled suddenly. As for the little Jindan monks standing among them, they have not paid attention to them.

Elder Qi, headed by him, said, “Look, Shen Zhishui’s daughter, like her father, has gone down this road.”

“I said earlier that she is not a good person!”

Another elder echoed: “I wasted the teachings of the Sage Village for decades!”

Some people thought of Yuanfeng and sighed: “The evildoer has deceived us for eight hundred years. The evil spirits are rampant. This is the misfortune of Shengrenzhuang.

“The monster is rampant,” Liu Huan smiled slightly, his eyes red as blood and red light flowing, “Then I would like to ask you elders, when the monster came, who stood in the forefront? Who broke the formation and killed the enemy? Seven cities?!”

The elders were a little embarrassed and looked around, pretending not to hear.

Liu Huangu smiled even more, “The memory of the elders is really bad, since you have forgotten, then I will help you remember. It is we monsters who have protected the Saint Manzhuang and the Seven Cities. Dare to ask the Saint Manzhuang in danger. At that time, where are you all? Ah,” she touched her sideburns, “Elder Qi was out traveling at that time.”

When Elder Qi heard the words, his expression was slightly sullen.

Liu Huan turned around, “But how did I hear that the elders were patrolling in the East China Sea at that time, looking at the darkened aquarium, and didn’t dare to come to help?”

Elder Qi shouted: “Don’t be fooled by the devil, take her down first!”

The four stood at the four corners of the east, west, south, and north, pinching the seal technique with their hands, and under a giant golden net cage, hundreds of brilliant lights trapped Liu Huangu tightly in it.

The gold thread corroded the flesh, blood gurgled out, dyed red and dressed in purple.

An elder said: “This Qiankun net, which is made with abundance of righteous energy, is designed to deal with monsters like you!”

Liu Huan looked at his figure and swayed slightly, half kneeling on the ground with his sword, and traces of faint blood flowed from the blade of the sword.

She was already scarred, but smiled, and asked: “Why don’t the kings answer me? When the aquatic invaded, why did a monster like us stand in front of you?”

Elder Qi’s face is as sinking as water: “Why reason with the devil, everyone, let us catch her back in one fell swoop, and see what Jiyue explains.”

They thought of the position of a sword and a saint within their hands, and they smiled, and their subordinates worked harder. The golden net was prosperous, and the night was like daylight, and the bloodstains on the ground had accumulated into small depressions.

Liu Huangu’s whole body couldn’t help but tremble, trying to keep himself from falling to the ground, cold sweat kept rolling off.

The coldness in her heart was even worse, and her body was stiff from the cold, and her breathing was cold.

How can it be so cold?

She tried her best to raise her head and looked at the four people holding the Qiankun net-all of them were noble and elegant, and if they didn’t stand in this **** place, they would be alive and well from a big scholar in the world, and then vomit a few words of etiquette. Morality, there are many respectfully calling his Master.

——Really worthy of being a disciple of a saint.

Liu Huangu laughed lowly, and every time he laughed, it affected the wounds all over his body, painfully pouring from the five skeletons, and blood flowed quickly.

But she was still smiling, full of blood.

There was a smell of blood in the air, a breeze blew, and a few cold rains poured down.

The elder of Shengrenzhuang looked at the sky, “It’s not early, we will solve her as soon as possible.”

Several people were chanting spells aloud, the Qiankun net suddenly shrank, the porcelain-white jade skin was strangled, and there were fragments of flesh and blood in the gushing red blood.

The night rain gradually became heavy and hit the world coldly.

The elders looked dignified, frowning at the woman in the net-she was already **** and dilapidated, and the ground under her feet had long been stained red.

It seems precarious, it seems dying.

But she still didn’t fall.

The wind and rain in the sky are getting worse, and the ears are ticking, it is the sound of blood dripping.

Elder Qi gave a wink, and the elder who was standing opposite Liu looked around knowingly, walked a few steps, bowed slightly to see if the woman died of anger.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, reflecting the blue and white face, the elder’s complexion changed drastically, and he suddenly took a few steps back.

Elder Qi asked: “What’s the matter?”

The man’s tone was horrified, “She, she’s still laughing!”

Elder Qi sneered, “I’m just laughing, so scared like this?”

Hearing that, the other two also laughed, “Brother Wei, you are too courageous.”

At this moment, Liu Huangu’s body moved, and he slowly stood up.

Dripping blood, she raised her hand and wiped away the blood stains on her lips. The blood poured out from her mouth immediately, dyeing her blood-soaked sleeves redder.

But she was still smiling.

“You, what are you laughing…” Elder Qi’s voice unconsciously brought some horror.

Liu Huan looked down her head, and groaned in a low voice: “Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed with manifolds, rivers and mountains below, and sun stars above.” She raised her head, her eyes curled up with a smile, and her pupils were bloody. Sorrowful and malicious, “I’m smiling, do you guys also use Qiankun.com?”

Elder Qi confronted these **** eyes, his hands and feet were cold, and he trembled: “She, she has been enchanted, stop her!”

Liu Huangu’s wound slowly healed, Ye Yu washed away the blood stains, and the ice muscles and bones recovered as before. He was only hung in a ragged long skirt dripping with blood, and he could see the tragedy of his talent.

She bent a pair of phoenix eyes, the corners of her eyes were fainted with scarlet, the water in her eyes was faint, as if she wanted to cry, and she seemed to smile.

“I laughed at all the monarchs, full of etiquette and morality, beautiful words and verses, really worthy of the sage.”

The voice fell, and the Qiankun net burst open. The net started from the center, and every inch was eroded by demonic energy, the golden light was dim, and it kept rolling in the air.

Two thin swords appeared in Liu Huangu’s hands. The swords were like thin willows, shaking slightly.

She Shi Shiran paid a salute, “Mozu Shenman, please fight with the four elders of Saint Zhuang.”

On the horizon, the wind is faster and the rain is more violent.

The four of them glanced at each other, holding a sword and a long sword in their hands, and the radiant magic weapon cut through the long night and attacked Liu Huangu.

Her figure flickered and disappeared suddenly, appearing behind an elder in an instant, a long sword pierced his chest like electricity, and blood poured out in her cavity.

Liu Huangu wiped the blood on his face and smiled: “It turns out that the blood of the elders is also hot.”

The other two took the opportunity to attack with their swords, their sword aura, like a river like a river.

Liu Huan couldn’t avoid it, two swords pierced through her slender body, but her smile grew stronger, and the two swords in her hand pierced through the clouds and pierced the hearts of the two opposite people.

The two elders looked at her incredulously, the blood red spreading on her chest, and she fell to the ground.

“The human body is so fragile.” Liu Huangu pulled out the two swords, the thin willow-like sword body swayed in the wind and rain, and blood dripped down the blade.

She lowered her head, smiled at the two swords inserted into her body, shocked with devil energy, the sword that divided the gold and broken stones turned into dust, and the empty hilt fell to the ground with two wailing sounds.

In the blink of an eye, three dead bodies lay at her feet.

Elder Qi realized that it was not good long ago, so he desperately escaped for a few miles, looking at the Sage Zhuang right in front of him, he sighed with relief, and thought Jiyue what a disaster!

He rushed in the rain, his breathing was sinking, and he paid no attention to the black net swirling above his head.

Liu looked around standing a few miles away and gently raised his hand.

Suddenly, under the black net cage, elder Qi was tightly bound. He opened his eyes wide, his call for help was drowned out by the wind and rain, the black net was slowly tied tightly, and the Confucian shirt was soaked in blood.

Liu Huangu closed his eyes, his swords flew back into their sheaths, his scarlet clothes fluttering.

Her temples were wet by the wind and rain long ago, and she pressed it against her snow-white cheeks, and she clenched her hands abruptly.

The net was also tightened in an instant, a blood mist burst out, and the people in the net turned into blood mud silently.

Liu Huangu slowly fell to his knees, covering his chest. Liu frowned, as if finally feeling the pain.

Drops of blood and tears fell from the corner of her eyes, and she arched up and sobbed silently.

The unstoppable gusts and rains all over the sky, the endless raging waves in the distance.

The world is in the same sorrow.

“Sister…I’m sorry…”

“I still can’t be the person you want.”

The long overdue pain penetrated through her heart and lungs, and she fell to the ground, crying silently, refusing to make a sound.

In her whole life, she was swayed like a weak willow and rootless like duckweed. Finally, she embraced a round of water and moon in her arms, and suddenly encountered a violent storm.

The bright moon in the water shattered, and there was no clear wave, but muddy sand.

Liu Huangu slowly stood up, and the enchanted universe flew into her sleeve. With the blue chain in her hand swaying, she glanced forward, lifted a heavy footstep, turned away from the Sage Mansion, and walked north.

Something is guiding her forward, to all the places where the devil should go.

The blue chain swayed, emitting a superb light, like the first break of the wind and rain, the cloud broke through the moon, and the sky was a glimmer of color.

She was burdened by wind and rain, struggling and staggering. I don’t know how long I walked, but in the gloomy vision, I suddenly ran into a gorgeous and elegant blue.

The woman stood at the entrance of the magic cave, stretched out her hand, gently shaking the blue chain on her wrist, and said with a smile: “Hou Qing has been a long time.”