Chapter 642: Thoughts in the Sky

Mo Xuan had something to say, Jing Yao heard the sound outside the strings, this guy is saying that the previous grievances and grievances should be gone away, everyone don't worry, how can there be an eternal enemy, aren't we about to become allies now?

Jing Yao couldn't help laughing, the laughter was getting louder and louder, Mo Shengfeng's face was already iron-blue, and he was extremely presumptuous! Where do you think this is?

The surroundings were silent, looking at the Yaoguang Banshee who was smiling in a daze, it was rumored that the Banshee did things unexpectedly, and today can be regarded as insightful, but are you too unreasonable to do this?

Jing Yao looked at Sun Chengbi, the meaning was self-evident, it was to ask the disciple of the Sword Sect who was in his hands; Sun Chengbi nodded slightly.

Jing Yao understood what he meant, the disciples of the Sword Sect were still locked up in the valley, but they had been taken over by Sun Chengbi's side, and looked sideways at Mo Xuan: "I can come here, your father and son are not disappointed at all?"

"The Lord of Jingyao Island is really as humorous as rumored. Mo Xuan said with a smile: "How can my father and son be disappointed, the island owner arrived in Shengtian City safely, this is the auspicious nature, but I heard that the road is not so peaceful, and there seems to be a traitor who is making a hindrance, let's go first to talk, my father and son will definitely find out about this matter, and give an explanation to the owner of Jingyao Island." ”

"The character Qin Chaoran has seen in the life of the old lady is the most difficult. Jing Yao smiled and said: "I have to see His Excellency Mo Xuan today to know what is the reason for someone outside the world, Qin Chaoran's face is far less thick than yours, let the old lady in, is it planning to kill people and kill people?"

Mo Xuan couldn't laugh, it's not enough to kill people, Lao Tzu just wants to leave you to be my Taoist couple, let's fly together......

Yue Xiaoqing saw that the Taoist couple was frustrated, and bowed lightly to Luo's skirt and said: "The island lord of Jingyao has misunderstood, some things are not what you imagined, the island lord was ambushed, and we concluded that it was Xihuangquan who did it, and we were about to seek justice for the lord of Jingyao Island." ”

"What a couple of babbling dog men and women. Jing Yao covered her mouth and smiled: "The old lady almost believed you, don't tell me that those people who abandoned Huangling were rebelled by Xihuangquan." ”

No matter how good Mo Xuan and Yue Xiaoqing were, they were also angered by this sentence, but when they thought of the six robbery monks dying at the hands of the banshee, they suppressed their anger.

It happened that the autumn breeze passed by, bringing the fragrance of moist earth, but Jing Yao didn't bother to continue negotiating.

The follow-up work Sun Chengbi will solve by herself, she just wants to bring the disciples of the Sword Sect and those heroic and righteous guards back to Penglai, and threw out the scroll in the sleeve, and the two-zhang high scroll immediately floated upside down in the wind, and it was actually written by Li Fan himself:

The old man escaped from the Holy Heaven City, fortunately rescued by the Penglai Mission, but the old man's true yuan was exhausted and not far from death......

The handwriting on the back became more and more sloppy, which made people believe that Li Fan was in extreme danger, and angrily reprimanded Mo Shengfeng's father and son for their viciousness.

The crowd erupted into a big wave, and someone said sharply: "Mo Shengfeng, sure enough, you killed Elder Li Fan, what else do you have to say?"

"Of course he didn't have anything to say, this is written by Elder Li Fan himself, and I recognize the handwriting of the Great Elder. ”

"I saw that their father and son were not good goods. ”

Jing Yao glanced at Sun Chengbi silently, meaning that it will be up to you next, Sun Chengbi laughed for the first time, and the soldiers did not kill people with a bloody sword, and they had sent Master Mo Shengfeng to the cusp, and public opinion was shooting towards their father and son.

Mo Shengfeng's father and son were furious in their hearts, the arrangements they had made had not yet been implemented, the other party had made the first move, of course this suicide note was forged, but they couldn't argue, fortunately, two-thirds of the monks in Donghuangquan were loyal to their father and son, since they could not be crowned king in the name of justice, then it was better to force it.

Mo Xuan burst out: "Forged a suicide note, the death of the Great Elder must be related to these people, come here, take them down to set the record straight! I want to avenge Elder Li Fan personally." ”

The sound was raised, and more than ten Mahayana monks had already swooped down, all kinds of immortal treasures in their hands drew a brilliant brilliance, Jing Yao didn't move, a figure came sideways, the demonic energy on his body was leaking everywhere, the scarlet eyes were tyrannical with endless killing intent, and a star jumped out of his palms with his palms together, and it rose in the wind.

The breath has turned from a palm-sized star into a mountain, and the dazzling cold light has drawn an astonishing arc in the air, and more than a dozen Mahayana monks have been split and killed on the spot.

Mo Shengfeng squinted his eyes, and saw that with a wave of his hand, more than a dozen good heads were lined up and nailed to the city wall, and someone exclaimed: "Elder Xingri, Elder Drunken Moon, Elder Gaozi...... How is it possible, they are all powerful ......"

"Who is this person, who has killed so many catastrophe powers!"

"It's a Confucian monk!"

"Fart, how can Confucianism have such a master?"

"Changkong Fu Nian!" Mo Shengfeng said word by word: "You dare to betray the old man?"

Changkong Fu Nian, the Holy Lord of Confucianism, a Mahayana monk, attached to Lang Huan Tiandong Huangquan, practiced treacherous exercises, and broke through the realm of tribulation, but Jing Yao didn't expect that this person had been in retreat for less than a year, and his cultivation was so strong that the monk who crossed the catastrophe 100,000 years ago was also killed by him, he was Sun Chengbi's bargaining chip?

Changkong Fu Nian looked sluggish, did not answer, and slowly walked behind Sun Chengbi, which surprised Jing Yao even more, Sun Chengbi controlled Changkong Fu Nian?

The ground was full of blood, Jing Yao's heart sank, she found that she had underestimated Sun Chengbi from beginning to end, but in this way, the death of abandoning Huangling was also explained, Changkong Fu Nian could kill ten robbery monks, and it was not a matter of killing and abandoning Huangling?

Jing Yao took two steps back and decided to watch from the wall, this scene is sung here, the protagonist begins to change, Sun Chengbi studied under Confucianism, imitating Li Fan's handwriting is not a problem, she finally understands that it may be Sun Chengbi's conspiracy from the beginning.

However, Jing Yao held Sun Chengbi's lifeline, and she was not worried about the other party's jade burning.

She was also thinking about when she fell into Sun Chengbi's trap and was used as a chess piece, and suddenly realized that it should be the time when the other party took the initiative to surrender.

Two people flashed out of the crowd, the former has white hair fluttering, a magic knife hanging on his back, a sunny smile makes people feel like a spring breeze, and his handsome facial features are like a work of art carefully carved by God.

The person behind him was short, with pleats all over his face, wearing a monk's robe, giving people an extraordinarily obscene feeling, just like Changkong Fu Nian, like a puppet......

Qin Chaoran, Buddha Emperor!

Jing Yao recognized the two of them, and exclaimed in his heart, except for the Wu Xiu lineage, the Zhao clan and the Qin clan, all of them should have come, and they should have invited Ming Zun over no matter what......