Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall - Chapter 1217

Chapter 1217 The truth about the fall of Tushan Aruan

Huo Zhai.

Huo Yunjiao ordered Huo Qiang and Huo Chuan to send the three children upstairs to rest, but did not order anyone not to go downstairs.

The old house tonight is extremely quiet. If Qin Ruan was here, he would find that the barrier guarding the big house had disappeared.

Twelve shadows shuttled through Huo’s house like ghosts. They followed the familiar aura and came to the small building where Mr. Huo lived.

Tonight’s small building is unguarded inside and out. Huo Yunyi is wearing comfortable home clothes and sitting on the sofa in the spacious living room.

His legs were crossed, and he was wearing silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He was looking down at the monitoring screen on the tablet in his hand. He looked refined and elegant.

Sitting opposite Huo Yunjiao was Qin Ruan, who was petite and somewhat reserved.

She is not clinging to the third master as usual, and stays far away from him, as if avoiding germs.

When the twelve black shadows outside the small building approached, Qin Ruan, who was sitting on the sofa feeling uncomfortable, suddenly sat up straight.

Huo Yunjiao raised his eyes, the gentle and affectionate peach blossom eyes reflected a sharp cold light of murderous intent.

His thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was cold: “Here we come.”

Sitting across from Qin Ruan, her red lips opened and closed: “Dijun, do you do it now?”

The familiar man’s voice resounded from her lips, it was Ming Tianheng in the form of Qin Ruan.

Huo Yunjiao lowered his eyelids slightly, and continued to stare at the tablet in his hand, and said indifferently: “Wait a little longer.”

The surveillance outside could not capture the twelve shadows, so he casually threw the tablet aside.

Feeling the strong witch power in the air, Huo Yunyi suddenly raised his hand, making a gesture of preparation to the **** of the underworld standing in the darkness behind him.

At the moment when the Twelve Patriarchal Witches of ancient times broke into the living room, the gods of the Underworld, headed by Chu Zifeng, rushed forward.

A fierce and bloodless fight began.

Huo Yunyi and Qin Ruan, who was pretending to be Ming Tianheng, sat motionless on the sofa, avoiding the witch Ji Shuzhen who was being chased by the gods of the underworld, with flaming red lips, walking towards the two who were sitting firmly in the living room with murderous intent all over their bodies. .

Now that she has awakened Houtu’s witch power, she is full of confidence in tonight’s battle.

Tonight, the twelve ancestor witches of the ancient times will hunt down the Tushan fox tribe Aruan, and she will take the opportunity to get two children with a congenital spiritual body and a congenital yin evil physique.

Possessing these two treasures will be of great help in expanding the power of the Wu clan in the world in the future.

Ji Shuzhen stared at Qin Ruan who was sitting on the sofa, with murderous intent all over her body, the proud and arrogant expression on her face, as if she had seen the picture of the other party dying in her hands.

Just as she approached, a figure first passed her and came to Huo Yunjiao.

The other party’s long hair was tied up, fixed by a white jade hairpin, and bowed to the man sitting at the head of the sofa.

“Emperor, long time no see.”

It is the second youngest of the Fu family, Fu Yuheng, who accidentally obtained the inheritance of Wuzu Dijiang.

As early as the day when he learned that the other party had the inheritance of the Wu ancestor, Huo Yunzhen knew that sooner or later they would confront each other.

The other party was friendly, and Huo Yunzhen was not stingy with his good upbringing, and nodded reservedly: “Long time no see, Second Young Master Fu.”

Wearing a blue Taoist robe, full of scholarly atmosphere, Fu Yuhang, who is noble and ascetic, smiled wryly: “I really didn’t expect that we would meet again in such a situation.”

Huo Yunyi’s light-colored lips were slightly raised, and he raised a lazy smile. His eyebrows were like ink paintings, his eyes were like stars, and he was full of alienation, as if he didn’t exist like a dream.

He lowered his eyes, straightened his sleeves in a slow manner, and asked calmly in a pleasant voice: “Since you’re here, it means you’ve made a decision?”

Fu Yuheng nodded: “Indeed.”

After the Twelve Ancestors appeared, he was the only one present who didn’t make a move.

Ji Shuzhen didn’t understand what charade they were playing, and growled at Fu Yuhang: “What nonsense! Kill Qin Ruan!”

The Twelve Witch Ancestors are the Witch Clan that existed in ancient times. They are born with unparalleled tyranny and immortality.

Qin Ruan died at their hands thousands of years ago, and Huo Yunzhen had a natural hatred for them.

Unfortunately, what the twelve people in front of them got was the inheritance of the witch ancestors. They are puppets in human skin, not the real twelve ancestors of witches.

Seeing that Ji Shuzhen, who had received the inheritance of Houtu, spoke rudely, Huo Yunzhen waved his hand, and the opponent’s body fell to the ground like a broken object, and the body touched the floor, making a dull sound.

Ji Shuzhen screamed, and that beautiful face was distorted in pain.

However, relying on the shaman ancestor inheritance she obtained, she quickly recovered.

She didn’t dare to provoke Huo Yunjiao anymore, she got up and rushed towards Qin Ruan who was sitting motionless on the sofa, her hands were like sharp claws, and went straight to attack her at the gate of life.

“Stinky bitch! How dare you do anything to me!”

Ming Tianheng couldn’t pretend anymore, feeling the overwhelming murderous aura brought by Ji Shuzhen, he got up and started fighting with him.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Ji Shuzhen knew he had been fooled.

As the two fought, Ming Tianheng restored the extremely coquettish appearance of Hades.

Ji Shuzhen knew that Qin Ruan was not here at all, and she wanted to find him, but Ming Tianheng was too difficult.

Of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Fu Yuhang was the only one who didn’t make a move.

At this moment, Hu Yiyan, A Qing, Lan An, and Ling Feng came to Huo’s house one step ahead of Qin Ruan.

Seeing the people fighting in the small building, they did not step forward to help, but fixed their eyes on Huo Yunjia who was sitting firmly in the center of the room.

The other party was talking to a noble man in a blue Taoist robe, full of scholarly atmosphere.

Hu Yiyan saw that the gods of the Underworld had clearly defeated the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but they seemed to be stalling for time, and they just didn’t deal with them quickly.

Seeing that Qin Ruan was about to come back if he didn’t finish it, he strode up to the calm and calm Huo Yunjiao.

Hu Yiyan frowned, and said in a deep voice: “Qin Ruan will be back in a while, how long are you going to let them delay?”

Huo Yunzhen had seen the four people appearing a long time ago, and didn’t take them seriously.

Now Hu Yiyan stepped forward to question, the third master raised his eyes, and looked at the other party casually: “Naturally, they dragged Ah Ruan back. They killed me with their own hands a thousand years ago. This time, Ah Ruan will naturally kill me back.”

Back then, it was the Twelve Witch Ancestors who personally beheaded Aruan, the princess of the Tushan Fox Clan.

In this life, only Qin Ruan personally killed the Twelve Ancestor Witches, even if they were not their real bodies, as long as their souls were destroyed, the thousand-year calamity of death could be broken.

Hu Yiyan’s eyes widened slightly, his voice raised uncontrollably: “Qin Ruan can’t bear the witch power of the Twelve Ancestors.”

Huo Yunjiao was lazy and lazy, and said indifferently: “It’s because I’m here.”

The gods of the underworld are entangled with the Eleven Ancestral Witches precisely to consume their excessive witch power.

They were waiting for Qin Ruan’s arrival, and broke the final life-and-death situation with their own hands.

This is also the last thing Huo Yunjiao can do for her in this life.

(end of this chapter)