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Chapter 401 495 Statue Cracked
The ghost in the sky is very transparent, you can't see it without looking carefully.

At this moment, his face has turned black and blue, and the original human outline can be seen.

It is a very young girl with her hair pulled up in a bun.

Obviously a married young woman, affectionately looks melancholy, a little dazed.

It slowly condensed into a normal appearance, and then howled like ghosts and wolves.

Deafening: "Woooooh..."

With blood and tears in his eyes, he said very sadly: "Why? Why? Why did you come to bother me? It's not that you abandoned me and won't come back."

Weeping blood every word, people can hear the faint sorrow surging in that resonates.

It makes people feel very uncomfortable in their hearts, and they can't help but feel sad.

Being able to feel the same way, the soul gradually became unstable.

Mo Yuheng's soul trembled, almost lost his soul.

Quickly bit the tip of his tongue to wake himself up, with lingering fear, he looked at the female ghost in front of him.

The female ghost shouted angrily without giving him a chance to react.

"You come to disturb me, then I will let you go this time, go to hell."

The head became bigger, and the ferocious face slowly fell

It was about to hit Mo Yuheng directly.

The other party is in a state of soul, being impacted and will become nourishment for the other party.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, and it's only 0.1mm away.

Being so close, I feel that my soul is shocked to the point of shock
The strong pressure almost killed him suddenly, but his body was not crushed
Fortunately, some of his bodies usually reached the peak state, so that he would not reach the point of life and death.

Then I felt very uneasy in my heart, and what appeared before my eyes was a huge face.

Seeing this scene, Xuan Qing shouted loudly: "Yu Heng..."

His heart was pounding, guilt and uneasiness almost tore his heart apart.

Everything was for them, otherwise he could have left, he could have left.

Is it really impossible to tremble slightly?Is there really no other way?The result was desperate.

I kept asking myself in the depths of my soul.

He didn't even have the slightest strength to lie on the ground, and his heavy hands hit the ground, even though he was bleeding, he seemed unconscious.

The blood seeped off the ground and mixed with the soil.

"Yuheng..."

Zhao Duo's two brothers and sisters were also silent, staring blankly at everything in front of them.

It has broken through the insights they have seen in the past 20 years, and removed their previous thinking.

Looking at everything in front of me, I feel sad and sad, and I don't know what to do.

Suddenly, Mo Yuheng's soul trembled continuously, and a huge vertical black gun appeared in front of him.

The heavy impact hit the female ghost in front of her, and the female ghost couldn't resist being hit by such a shrill cry.

Seeing this scene, Xuan Qing came back to his senses and stared blankly at that place.

Sadness and joy mixed in my heart.

I don't know what kind of scene it is.

Seeing that this was useful, Mo Yuheng took the hammer and slammed it on the opponent's body.

But the restriction on the female ghost gradually became smaller, and it got closer to her body again.

The body trembled violently and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Added to the injury.

Is he going to die like this?How could he be worried, how could he be worried, it was never about taking his own life into his own hands.

"what……"

Mo Yuheng yelled angrily, took the hammer and made it bigger and hit the opponent's body heavily
The opponent's body just paused, and continued down

No, he is really not reconciled.

Since the hammer is useless, use other attacks.

Regardless of whether it is a method or a spell, the attack method of using a sword becomes a sword attacking the opponent.

These are just done in one breath, all of which are invalid.

Seeing this scene, Xuanqing's heart rose to his throat, beating violently.

It was too much to spit out a mouthful of blood between ups and downs, and almost didn't spit it on the ground.

Looking at everything in front of him, he was busy.

I kind of hate myself for not being able to help.

The strength is not as good as the opponent, and he is seriously injured.

Almost a liability.

Mo Yuheng also didn't believe in fate, and threw all kinds of weapons at the opponent.

All passed through the opponent's body, but he was really unwilling, only 0.001mm was left.

The violent shaking of the body should not mean that the soul is about to float.

"what……"

Mo Yuheng yelled angrily.

Just as he was screaming angrily, the silver disc in the depths of his body and soul kept beating
The statue where the lotus city was located far away in the world of cultivating immortals shook slightly, and the statue cracked slightly.

It was a cracked, mortal who bowed sincerely behind his back and saw this scene.

Turned pale in shock: "What the hell happened, why did it happen?"

Quickly stood up from the ground: "No, no, I have to go and ask the mortal city lord about the situation. If something really happened and I didn't report it, if something happened to the immortal, it would be all my fault."

The mortal muttered to himself, leaving the 11-year-old boy next to him.

Seeing this scene, the young man got up helplessly and patted his leg: "Father, why are you so nervous? This statue is just a blessing for a little monk who is in the Qi training period, why do you have to make such a big battle?"

The middle-aged man who had run out quickly stopped and ran over angrily, and slapped the boy on the head heavily.

The boy tilted his head, feeling a little dazed, his old father who always loved him hit him, hit him.

Feeling incredible, he turned his head and stared at his father: "Father!"

"Father, what kind of father? If there was no immortal master, how could you and my father and son exist? He saved our lives, so we should know how to be grateful. If people don't even know how to be grateful, then what kind of person are you? ?”

The middle-aged man was furious, how desperate he was when he encountered difficulties.

He was grateful when the immortal master helped him back then.

So much so that I remember that for so many years, I would come here to pay respects at this time every year, and today is the day when I thought of saving him.

I didn't expect that my son would become a disciple in the sect even though he was originally a great worshiper.

Although the talent is not very outstanding, but he is also a cultivator.

But because of this, he thought that they were the only immortal masters who rescued him back then, and it was just a very simple matter.

Maybe he couldn't remember those things when he was young, so he did such a thing.

The boy didn't get angry and rushed back, after all, the other party was his father.

The basic filial piety is still there, just standing there lightly, making people feel no anger.

The middle-aged man taught his son a lesson while talking: "Hurry up and take me there? If something happens first, I won't kill you when I go back."

Seeing that the old father became so angry, he quickly picked up his father's quick feet and rushed out as fast as possible.

It seems to disappear from the sight of others like riding a rocket.

After a while, I finally arrived at the city mansion.

Someone surrounded them and refused to let them in. When they explained their purpose, the guards outside were shocked.

Hurry up and bring people in.

(End of this chapter)