After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

Chapter 165 pick one of two

Cui Wangti’s sword broke into the domain of Thousand Kills.

Ten thousand ghosts were in grief, the whimpering voice kept in the ears, and the ancestors cried, “You are dead, you are dead and you have exposed your Yuanli”, but he only saw the crimson figure.

She raised her head, a red mark on her thin white neck was particularly dazzling, and her teeth and claws were like a centipede.

A small mouth was open, as if to say something, but only a whimper was heard.

Cui Wang’s throat moved.

“Yo? My lover meets with tears and a thousand lines of tears?! Would you like me to make room for you to cry?”

Seven Killing Pestle came in front of Zheng Wan.

The three of them are in his realm of ghosts, and now they are his home court.

Zheng Yu didn’t move, she looked at Cui Wang, his white robe was stained, the Hongyu streamer light sword seemed to have been severely injured, and the sword light looked duller than the previous feathers.

She looked at Cui Wang, but he kept his eyes away from her, but instead looked at the seven kills:

“You hurt her.”

The Hongyu streamed lightsaber sensed the master’s heart, and the sword glow suddenly soared, and it pierced the neck of the seven killers all of a sudden——

Seven kills raised their hands and went out.

“Dead dead, last time I saw you, this handsome guy is still in a magical realm, right? Now there is no realm, and Diaozile hasn’t grown so fast! Xiaowangwang, let’s rob the little sister and leave soon. ”

“The robbery won’t go.” Who knows that the seven kills seemed to have heard the ancestors shouting, bending their eyes, “Ben Lei Xianjun, has long been known for a long time.”

Zheng Yu was taken aback, this immortal Ben Lei…

Not Guixu’s ancestor of the Chuangpai?

…Who is there?

When his gaze fell on Cui Wang, he vaguely remembered that in his dream, there was indeed an old grandfather living in his soul sea.

“Benlei Immortal Monarch? Who…”

The ancestor floated in the sea of ​​soul, resting his hands on his head, and raised Erlang’s legs.

“It seems to be talking about you, ancestor.”

“…Oh? That’s not me, it’s not me.” The ancestor said smoothly, “I am not the hapless person who was struck to death by lightning.”

Seven kills laughed deeper and deeper:

“The rumored Immortal Monarch Benlei is unsmiling. It’s really better to hear than to see.”

He seemed to be sure of the other party’s identity, no longer entangled, and turned to Cui Wang: “Fight?”

“Hit.” Cui Wang looked at Zheng Wan, “However, you let her go first.”

“She?” Qi Sha shook his head, “No, I can’t let it go.”

“Then there is only war.”

Cui Wang slashed with the sword, but Seven Kills raised his hand to take a photo of Zheng Wan, leading her back again and again, and the two quickly covered the darkness.

The boundless black mist spread, and the unjust dead souls attacked the sword bearer one after another.

Repeatedly, endlessly.

Zheng Wan watched without blinking, Cui Wang was Lei Yuangen, and combined with his outstanding swordsmanship, these black mists were not close to him for a while.

Seven kills approached Zheng Wan’s ear:

“Cui Wang, he throws a rat-avoidance weapon, he dare not use his full strength to shoot out the sword, for fear of accidentally hurting you. Guess… In the end, he finds the monarch first, or the monarch exhausts him first?

“…Oh, I forgot, Meiren, your throat is broken, you can’t speak, tusk.”

Zheng Wan hooked his lips and ignored his provocative remarks.

“My lord likes the way you smile, the spring flowers are blooming, and the room is full of brilliance.”

Qi Sha said something ridiculous, but his hand movements were very regular, gently bringing her to the ground, and when the ghost fog completely covered her whereabouts, he flew out.

“Li Wei, Ben Jun will meet you for a while.”

He laughed.

Zheng Yu’s soul consciousness was covered by the dark ghost fog, and he couldn’t see the fighting outside. He only heard the sound of sword chants and ghosts crying louder than one, and the rising waves of air, even if she was in the distance, Can still feel it.

“Boom—”

A white light burst, and the ghost mist dissipated briefly.

Seeing the white robe sword repair stepping in the air, she looked unwavering and unhappy, only the blood ticking down from the sword.

The Hongyu Liu lightsaber was darkened again.

On the other side, Qisha leaned on a magic weapon that looked like a crescent sickle, and coughed out blood from his chest, but he didn’t care:

“Fight again.”

“Do not hit.”

The air rippled, and Zheng Wan only felt that his waist was hot, and the person was already trapped. She looked up in astonishment, but saw that Cui Wang, who had just been confronting Seven Kills, was already close.

And Cui Wang over there…

The peach branches flying all over the sky were chopped out by seven kills and a sickle.

“Human, this monarch is robbed away.”

Cui Wang glanced down at Zheng Wan, his eyes condensed on her neck before moving away:

“I’m sorry.”

With a finger on his right hand, the light sword of Hongyu, which was still dim and dull, shone brightly, and fell in the air—

A very clear, very thin light, broke the black ghost mist with a force of destruction and burst.

“boom–”

The seven kills were pushed out by the burst of air.

He didn’t hold back and laughed:

“It deserves to be the seed that that person fancy, it’s a pity, it’s a pity… also a wedding dress for others…”

Zheng Wan narrowed his eyes and didn’t listen, but the harsh laughter kept pouring into his ears. At this moment, one of his ears was pinched.

“Don’t listen.”

Cui Wang pressed her head into his arms, “Let’s go.”

He took her and stepped out of the gap that had just been cut.

Only the laughter from the rear kept coming:

“I never thought that Liwei Daojun, who is upright, would actually be scheming. Peach-branched puppets, transformation of shadows…For your lover, you took great pains and pains.”

“It’s a pity…Beauty Township is a Tomb of Heroes, without exception…”

Zheng Yu was held in his arms by Cui Wang, and looked up, only to see Cui Wang’s tight jawline.

He held her to the altar without saying a word, neither looking at her nor talking to her.

Zheng Wan knew that he was angry.

Angry that she sneaked in.

“Liwei, you are finally here! Come and help!”

Daojun Tianhe raised his head and saw his apprentice appear, his frown loosened.

In this short quarter of an hour, Zhengmeng has begun to suffer casualties.

These evil cultivators don’t know what’s going on. They are not afraid of death, like a nasty cockroach, rushing over one by one, without asking to hurt them, regardless of the cost, and desperately to drag them into the gold nearby. In the liquid.

That thing didn’t know what it was, even if it was a monk in the magical realm, there was nothing to do when it fell in. Just now one of the daoists who controlled the beast door fell into it, and the daoist Danxinmen went to pull it, and the two lost together.

At this time, the cultivators of the Zhengmeng fought even more restrained, which actually boosted the morale of the monks of the evil alliance.

Zheng Wan looked at the golden liquid in the groove, faintly felt that it seemed to overflow a little more——

She vaguely felt that when the golden liquid filled the grooves, something terrible would happen.

“Human sacrifice-or a non-ordinary human sacrifice.”

Cui Wang saw what was wrong at a glance. The black-clothed monks intended to force people into the grooves, and even they took themselves as sacrifices, and there was even a holy light on their faces.

Tianhe smiled bitterly:

“Master Chengxin, are those people who have been saved by your Buddha repairs like this?”

“Amitabha, little friend Tianhe, what you said is wrong. Our Buddhism talks about benevolent people, sweeping the floor and not hurting the lives of ants, but not using human lives as a tool.”

“Tianzun fellow Taoist, you can see, what is this? But the formation?”

A total of two people came to Tianzunmen, one turned into this golden liquid, and the other frowned, cooperating on the side, “Unheard of, unseen.”

Zheng Yu took the opportunity to observe the expressions of those Zhengmeng overhauls.

However, these major repairs were all made by foxes for thousands of years, and there was no leakage of water on the face. She couldn’t tell at all, who might be the one who was planted with the puppet.

Thinking about telling Cui Wang to be careful, the biting lips were split apart.

“…Here.”

Cui Wang stroked her throat bone, stretched out his hand, and drew a white jade bottle from the storage ring, uncorked the bottle and poured it down, and there was something in Zheng Wan’s mouth.

The thing melted in the mouth and flowed into the abdomen, causing a warm feeling.

She opened her mouth:

“Cui Wangyou—”

The voice was still dumb, but it was no longer the “hissing” sound.

“Wait here.”

Cui Wang’s fingertips moved slightly, and he drew the Dao Jianfeng out of thin air with his hand. In a few strokes, the Jianfeng set up a five-element array around Zheng Wan, even surrounding the altar.

He raised his foot to leave, but was quickly caught by Zheng Wan’s eyes and hands:

“how?”

Zheng Wan raised his hand and set up the soundproof cover:

“Cui Wang, there are still puppets in the Zhengmeng. They should be great monks. You must be careful… Also, don’t get close to the sarcophagus. Mr. Ziweixing is still alive, intending to borrow your luck, seven kills and evil spirits. Xiu is also under his control…This big formation is weird, don’t get close to the golden thing…”

Her upside-down statement was magically understood.

Cui Wang’s tense voice was loosened:

“Are you having nightmares again?”

“……Yep.”

Cui Wang took a deep look at her, and after a volley, he stepped into the middle of the hall.

Tianhe looked up:

“Hey, disciple, how can you fly?”

When the Tianzunmen saw it, he was taken aback, and then he was envied and admired:

“Although there is a no-empty system here, if the five elements are clear, and you can get a glimpse of the source of the rules, you will not be restricted by the rules…”

“What do you mean by your gods talking?”

Tianhe did not understand.

“It’s your apprentice, I’m afraid I’ve gotten a glimpse of the five elements! It’s amazing, really amazing! If I can go back this time, I’m looking forward to the ascent…”

Dao-kun Jingsu looked back with difficulty. At this moment, he was oversight, and he was dragged into the groove together by two figures, one on the left and the right.

It was too late, it was fast, a white sword beam suddenly bends around his waist and lifts it up.

Mr. Jing Su took the opportunity to sink himself, and the relay stood firm:

“Thank you Liwei Daojun!”

He arched his hands.

With Cui Wang joining, Xie Xiu almost retreats, losing more than a dozen people, but he didn’t even touch the corners of his clothes. Seeing things can’t be done, they all looked at each other and roared:

“For Xingjun!”

“For Xingjun!”

Qi Qi rushed into the gold liquid.

Cui Wang was too late, so he only circled three, together with the others, took two of them, and the rest of the evil repairs disappeared into the groove like a bubble.

The golden liquid filled up another layer, almost full.

The audience was shocked by this majestic, sacrificial scene.

At this time, the seven kills stepped down from behind the sarcophagus.

Cui Wang looked at him:

“You want to vote too?”

“If this monarch casts, this gold liquid will be full.”

Seven kills squatted down nonchalantly, he even reached out his hand to lift up the gold liquid, the gold liquid of melting bone and gleaming blood passed through his palm like this, “Everyone, if this prince splashed this thing on you with his hand ——”

He shook his hand in a gesture.

The rest of them looked at him as if they were facing the enemy, and the Seven Killers shrugged: “You Zhengmeng, it is still as boring after ten thousand years, you can’t make a joke.”

“You, you, you were the one back then -” Daojun Jing Su suddenly widened his eyes, “Xianjun Qiuhu?”

Those who call the fairy monarch can only return to the virtual realm.

The entire Zhengmeng, now the only one who is still in the future, is still in retreat.

“Xianjun Qiuhu? The immortal monarch of the evil alliance who slaughtered Liucheng ten thousand years ago? He was not dead?”

Daojun Tianhe is younger, and I don’t know how good this person is, “Then his bone age…”

“You don’t know that Cunning Rabbit has three caves? What’s more, as long as the Puppet Seed Soul Sending Art has a clone, it can move its soul for thousands of miles…”

Seeing the enthusiastic eyes of someone hearing this, Seven Killers grinned, “Oh, I lied to you.”

Cui Wang didn’t pay attention to the seven kills who were ranting at this time. This person is also righteous and evil. It seems that he is an enemy of them, but what he actually does is incomprehensible.

He dropped his soul consciousness on the great monks of the Zhengmeng.

“Do you believe your wife?”

The ancestor asked.

“letter.”

The dome above his head sees a trace of sunlight, and Cui Wang’s heart is stunned, when he sees the book Yu Daojun suddenly throws out a book, the scroll suddenly enlarges, covering the light above his head——

not good!

He wants to hurt people.

His corpse fingers shot a sword intent towards the Shuyu Daojun, but unexpectedly, the sword intent was broken in the middle.

Shu Yu didn’t hurt people, but…

Throw yourself into the gold liquid.

Like boiling water and boiling oil,

“Puff puff–”

The gold liquid began to bubble.

No one can stop a cultivator in the Wonderland from begging for death.

The dome above his head began to open, and countless blood mists flowed from top to bottom, like a river flowing backwards. After a while, it filled the entire hall.

Seven kills helplessly spread their hands:

“Look, it’s not that I didn’t help you, but you were the one who killed yourself. Hey, betrayer, die–”

“Shameless!”

Chang Wu scolded him.

Seven kills digs out his ears:

“This blood mist, just like this gold liquid, melts when it touches the bones, and it will make people mad when inhaled. Don’t take a chance. Except for the virtual realm, one of you will be counted and you will die.”

“Now, it’s time to make a choice,” he pointed to Cui Wang with a smile, “he died, you live; or, if he died, you also die—”

“——Choose one of the two, which one do you choose?”