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Chapter 132 Mozun: Use your wife to make up for it (please subscribe)

Swish!
Guan Qinghan's complexion changed suddenly, and he raised his head abruptly.

His eyes were full of panic.

How can there be the calmness and calmness of the young suzerain of Yanqi Sect?

Obscene... obscene clothes, in the hands of the devil?
What does this mean?

Could it be that the devil is so perverted that when he defiled her just now, he even took away the obscene clothes?

In just one stick of incense, so many things happened?
The future leader of Zhengdao, the greatest genius of Yanqi Sect in the past hundred years.

He hadn't succeeded in his mission, but he fell into the devil's claws just after encountering the devil, and lost his innocence?

Could this devil really be her doom?

Guan Qinghan's heart was in a mess.

When she was practicing the forbidden technique, she inadvertently spied a corner of the future.

There will be a doom in her life.

This calamity is related to her life and death.

She calculated thousands of times and exhausted everything, and finally locked on, the doom is in the Demon Cult.

So, he came to lurk without hesitation, and set up a big chess game, intending to destroy the entire magic way.

When it is introduced, the catastrophe will naturally be solved.

Simple and rude!
However, she never expected that her plan would fall on the spot before it was implemented.

Grief and anger spread in his heart.

Guan Qinghan raised his head, met Fang Yang's deep eyes, and saw that handsome face.

Mo hair messy, tall and straight.

A domineering and majestic aura enveloped the figure around him.

It made her a little dazed.

The grief and indignation seemed to have dissipated a lot.

in case……

It doesn't seem to be a sad thing to be really defiled by this devil.

I didn't suffer much.

At worst, after the demonic way is destroyed, she will bring the demon back, dissipate the other party's magic power, and let him help his wife and raise his children at home.

Guan Qinghan was confused and thought a lot.

At this time, Fang Yang couldn't help sneering when he saw that the other party was silent.

It seems...

It was still useful for me to burn the lamp to read at night last night, and to keep the diary about Lin Yanran in my heart.

In the diary, Lin Yanran is a very sick and delicate person, she has done a lot of crazy things in order to get his strong body.

Including but not limited to, drugging the old saint, drugging the old saint, drugging the old saint...

Moreover, he was also presented with a lot of obscene clothes.

Now that the old saint is dead, it is already inappropriate to mention the matter of administering medicine.

On the contrary, it is obscene clothes, which belong to the privacy of the two and can evoke a lot of memories.

Next, there is another secret.

Fang Yang smiled, hugged Guan Qinghan, who was in a trance, into his arms, and then, under the dazed gaze of the other party, kissed him lightly.

"Three years ago, the deity left the Heavenly Demon Sect. You once asked for a kiss from the deity. Now, the deity will return it to you."

A faint sentence, after finishing speaking, Fang Yang immediately let go of Guan Qinghan
On the other hand, Guan Qinghan was stunned, feeling completely dumbfounded.

Buzz!

The Qingying Sword was trembling constantly.

Ye Qinghong's eyes were cold, and there seemed to be a layer of snow condensed in his pupils. He stared at Guan Qinghan firmly, surrounded by layers of sword energy.

The sword energy is rippling, extremely fierce!
It can tear almost everything into pieces.

And Gong Yajun also bit his lips tightly, looking at Guan Qinghan jealously.

I can't wait to kneel on the ground now, swaying slightly.

Use all the peerless skills of Yingyue Nunnery to let this woman take a good look.

In the end... who can better resolve the evil spirit of the Demon Lord, and who can make the Demon Lord happier.

What about the saint?I am the head of the Shadow Moon Temple,

sometimes……

Years will make women more attractive.

Quiet, dead still.

There was silence in Ziyue Tower, and everyone looked at the fairy-like Saintess of the Heavenly Demon Sect, just being blasphemed by the devil.

Can't help but gnashing of teeth!

Hateful teeth are itchy.

I am also more and more sure that what the saint of the Heavenly Demon Sect said before is true. This demon has indeed defiled the other party, and he has not let it go until now.

It's the most damning!
A group of people are both in awe and envy.

Only the Suzerain of the Hehuan Sect, the Suzerain of the Ghost Lantern Sect, and the Sect Master of the Corpse Controlling Sect looked at Fang Yang vigilantly, with gloomy faces.

Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from Mozun's body, he guessed whether Mozun was pretending to be strong, or was really not injured.

And this time...

Under the attention of everyone, Fang Yang waved his palm.

Whoa!
A chair fell directly in front of him.

With the billowing black robe, he sat down securely, and then coughed twice, the pure white handkerchief was stained with bewitching blood like a plum blossom.

And his whole person's aura seemed to have weakened a bit.

This scene immediately fell into the eyes of caring people.

Let everyone's eyes shine.

Sure enough, this devil really went mad, he almost became a tuberculosis ghost, he was so weak after walking two steps, he coughed up blood directly.

"Just now, did someone want to kill the deity?"

Under the eyes of everyone, Fang Yang spoke with a smile, with a faint smile on his face, as if discussing with others.

But still creepy.

Even if his breath is weak.

However, such a powerful existence as the suzerain of the Hehuan Sect still dare not have the slightest contempt.

No way, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

The horror of the demon king before was really beyond everyone's imagination.

Sweep across the wilderness and suppress everything.

It has already left an unforgettable impression on them.

Before killing the devil, no one dares to take it lightly.

"Is this the way of the devil? A group of cowards, cowards, and deities have been born. I am very disappointed!"

Fang Yang sighed, and cast his gaze on a casual cultivator, who was already in the state of three flowers gathered at the top, and was only one step away from the state of the dharma body.

It is a rare strong man, ranked in the list of heaven.

That's why he got the invitation letter for the Demon Dao Shenzong Conference.

He was the happiest when he insulted the Demon Lord just now.

"You, want to kill the deity?"

Fang Yang's eyes were dim, and he glanced at the other party, and an indifferent breath enveloped him away.

This rogue cultivator shuddered, thinking of the terrifying legend of the demon king, he almost fainted.

But he could only forcefully laugh.

"Mo...Mozun, I didn't mean that. It was just a joke."

"Really? The deity will also make a joke for you. Within three days, the deity will destroy all the people related to you and reunite your family. What do you think of this joke? Cough cough!"

Fang Yang's face was pale, he coughed slightly, and his tone was extremely calm, but San Xiu suddenly raised his head.

Staring at Fang Yang firmly.

Looking at that indifferent figure.

The two younger men behind him also raised their heads, their faces sullen.

There is no good stubble among the members of the Demon Cult, all of them are full of crimes and murders like hemp.

He is an evil cultivator, who practiced the art of blood evil, and had two sons under his knees. In order to practice, several people destroyed countless villages, so as to absorb the blood essence of those people.

There are countless souls who died at their hands.

Therefore, they know the fragility of life, and they also know that the words of the Blood Rain Demon Lord in front of them have never been half false.

It is said that people will reunite their families, and they will make people reunite.

Neatly, not a single one is left behind.

Gudong!Gudong!
The body of the father and son exuded bursts of bloody breath.

The berserk bloody gas turned into a dense fog, rolling and twisting, and finally, a statue of Dharma was formed behind the three of them.

A Dharma statue purely condensed from the thick fog of blood.

Ferocious, brutal, bloodthirsty...

The moment they saw this dharma image, the eyes of the suzerains of several sects lit up!
Law Body Realm!
Unexpectedly, these three casual cultivation techniques can be integrated into one body, directly condensing the dharma body.

Now, he can thoroughly test the devil.

Judging from the devil's aura, the opponent is already quite weak, probably at the level of a great master.

The Law Body Realm is enough to test!

Moreover, this dharma appearance is extremely strange, especially the blood mist that surrounds it, which is highly corrosive.

Below the Law Body Realm, just a little touch.

Severe injury, serious death.

Even they have to be careful, not daring to neglect anything.

This devil is going to be deflated now.

There are many people who have the same idea as the several suzerains.

At this moment, everyone looked at this scene with joy.

Quietly transmit the sound.

"Blood Fiend Demon Art, practiced to the extreme, is said to be able to gather gods. I didn't expect these three people to reach this level."

"Aura is hard to hide, especially the demon's aura, which has become so weak, must have gone mad. Now, he will definitely be sucked to death by the blood fiend."

"Yes! This is the price the devil should bear! We are all from the devil way, why is he so handsome? He is favored by all the women in the world?"

"..."

Among all these discussions.

The dharma images behind the three casual cultivators have been completely condensed.

The three of them looked ferocious, and their eyes were bloodshot.

Seven orifices bleeding.

But laughing extraordinarily maniacally.

"Boss, the Shensuan Pavilion has already said that you are now a dying body, and you will undoubtedly die. Today, let the three of us, father and son, come and kill you. From then on, you will become famous."

boom!
The three of them roared, and their eyes became extremely sharp.

At the same time, he rushed towards Fang Yang.

Thick fog billowed over him!
The bloody statue behind him also waved his fist in the blood mist.

It smashed Fang Yang's head heavily.

Ye Qinghong's face turned cold, and he planned to draw his sword.

Fang Yang, on the other hand, watched all this boredly, with indifferent eyes.

Getting closer, getting closer...

The thick blood-colored fog rolled in, corroding the earth, and completely wrapped Fang Yang in sight.

The Suzerain of Hehuan Sect and others were overjoyed.

I thought that the devil would definitely suffer heavy losses.

After all, even they have to avoid this thick bloody fog, and the devil is now deeply trapped in it, so there will definitely not be any good results.

"Devil, die!"

The eyes of the three casual cultivators lit up.

Also think this is a rare opportunity.

Without any hesitation, it came with a bang.

With a bloody look, he even opened his mouth to bite Fang Yang, intending to kill Fang Yang with one bite.

Fang Yang finally raised his head.

The face is still expressionless, but there are two more suns and traces of the moon between the eyebrows.

One is black and the other is purple.

Hazy, looming.

And in his body, the berserk qi and blood were boiling like magma.

As soon as this irritable qi and blood appeared, the blood-colored thick fog covering Fang Yang's surroundings instantly dissipated.

Like a humble ant, seeing the king who dominates everything.

Afterwards, Fang Yang's phaseless demon body was running, and he punched out.

Destroy the dead, thunderous!
This punch looked calm, but it was accompanied by a force that could crush everything.

Indifference, calm!
Countless digits higher.

At this moment, the bloody dharma figure had already rushed in front of Fang Yang, opened its mouth, and was about to devour it, but Fang Yang punched it away, and instantly shattered it into pieces.

The blood mist receded, and the dharma withered.

The chests of the three casual cultivators were also blasted with huge blood holes.

Blood continued to trickle down.

Broken to the ground.

Afterwards, they stared at Fang Yang with shock and disbelief in their eyes.

In the end, he fell to his knees with a plop and died tragically on the spot.

But Fang Yang seemed as simple as crushing an ant to death, sitting on a chair, his black robe billowing.

The formless demon body has already restrained itself.

His face was pale, and he coughed slightly, coughing up blood.

Still looking vulnerable.

Then, he turned his attention to the second person.

"You wanted to kill the deity just now?"

All is silent!

As the indifferent voice sounded, everyone finally came back to their senses, looking at the Demon Lord who was coughing up blood for a while, and then at the corpse on the ground.

Shocked.

This... is this dead?
A strong man who has reached the realm of Dharma Body.

Just like that, he was punched to death by the Demon Venerable, and even the dharma body was shattered.

As a result, the Mozun was still coughing continuously.

A look of weakness.

This scene is really ridiculous.

Everyone was astonished, the Suzerain of Hehuan Sect and the others were even more shocked, and their eyes became serious.

At their level, it is naturally easy to destroy Yiye Dharma Body Realm practitioners.

But they rely on kung fu, not just blowing them to death like Mozun.

It's really awe-inspiring.

"Could it be... that the devil hasn't lost his temper?"

The master of the Ghost Lamp Sect, who transmits voice secretly, his emerald green eyes shone with a strange brilliance.

The head of the Controller Sect, who was carrying the coffin, was silent for a long time, and said in a hoarse voice.

"The devil's aura has indeed weakened a lot. It can't be faked, and it's even more impossible to pretend to be like this."

And the Suzerain of Hehuan Sect also came to his senses, and said via voice transmission.

"I sensed it just now. The realm shown subconsciously by the devil is around the Grandmaster. I suggest continuing to observe."

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

"..."

The few people who were originally intriguing, immediately chose the alliance after the demon king arrived.

At this time, Fang Yang was still slaughtering.

The ones he chose were all the most powerful practitioners who yelled just now, no matter whether they were sect members or casual practitioners, they couldn't escape his punch.

Not long after, the ground of Ziyue Tower was covered with corpses.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

The demon heads who were still arrogant and domineering, lowered their heads long ago under Fang Yang's attack, their faces full of horror.

Everyone fell to their knees, recalling the horror of the demon king.

Fang Yang, on the other hand, looked indifferent, and sat calmly on the chair, with blood dripping under his feet.

Demon Lord, should have swept everything away.

It stands to reason that when he came in just now, he should have cleaned up everyone.

However, there are still quite a few people in the devil's way who are not in the Ziyue Tower and are only waiting for the competition two days later, including the ghost ancestor.

Moreover, ever since he came to Yingyue Nunnery, his heart was filled with a faint sense of irritability.

I always feel that there is a familiar aura surrounding him, but the other party is quite hidden and has not been discovered by him for the time being.

That's why he used Xuan Tiance's ability to hide his breath, pretended to be injured, and fished out those mice hiding in the darkness.

Kill them one by one!

However, pretending to be a pretending does not mean that he, the Demon Lord, will bear the humiliation and be ridiculed by others.

The Phaseless Demon Physique of his own Grand Master realm is enough to sweep away most of them.

Just now, when he landed in a flying cat, he heard that many people wanted to kill him!
Now, the small miscellaneous fish have almost been cleaned up, only the big fish are left.

slap!slap!
Under the horrified eyes of everyone, Fang Yang stood up from his chair, his face expressionless, and his python robe fluttered around.

The shoes made an eerie sound as they stepped on the blood.

Afterwards, he looked indifferently at the head of the Hehuan Sect.

"I just heard that you want to kill me. I am tired now, but those who do wrong will always pay the price. Tell me, how do you make up for it?"

The rolling coercion came surging.

It made the whole Ziyue Building much quieter.

Everyone tremblingly looked at the suzerain of Hehuan sect, the suzerain said with a gloomy expression.

"Then how does the Demon Lord want me to make up for it?"

Fang Yang raised his head and looked indifferently at the side of the head of the Hehuan Sect.

"Then, of course it's your wife."

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