Chapter 155: The Man Who Can't Even Be Killed by a Demon Bow

Could it have something to do with the weird feeling just now?

Mingyuan shook his head, half-propped up his head, his side face was elegant and extraordinary, with a bookish aura that a monk rarely has. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

An Hai has always felt that this monk is a bit like those scholars in the mortal world who chew words.

But he didn't dare to say this, no one understood the power of this foundation building monk better than him, he could feel the extremely dangerous aura from Ming Yuan's body, it was not because he had any hostility towards An Hai, but the instinctive sense brought by the difference in strength.

is also a foundation building monk, but An Hai knows that he is by no means Mingyuan's opponent, and once he makes a move, he will end up like those Yin family monks.

"By the way, Steward An, according to what you said, the token of this demon bow was handed over to Mrs. An's family decades ago, and then Mrs. An's family was destroyed before it was passed to Mrs. An's hands, and then it was carried by you to the Wanhu Prairie?"

"That's right, Madame also said that this matter was the top secret of the family, she didn't know it at the time, and then the family was wiped out overnight, and only Madame was left. She found the token from the ruins of her home with the help of blood induction, and then learned all this from the jade slip information left by her ancestors. ”

An Hai looked serious, and said that Mrs. An's family was also a little melancholy when it was destroyed, and now the current situation of the An family is almost the same as the danger faced by Mrs. An's family at that time, but they still have a chance to turn the tables.

Mingyuan was a little puzzled: "According to what you say, I'm a little strange, why didn't Mrs. An go to find the demon bow herself and let him avenge her family?"

With Lady An's strength, she should be able to find the Wanhu Prairie, unless it is death, it is hard to imagine that there is anything that can make a person give up his desire to kill the enemy for the bloodline.

And Mrs. An, who is now living well in the An family, and she did not use the promise of the demon bow.

An Hai was stunned, his expression was a little inexplicable, he was silent, as if he was hesitant.

An Lian suddenly spoke: "I also asked my mother the same question...... She said that she was full of hatred at the time, and she did go to the adult. However, when I saw that Yuan Infant in my life, he rejected my mother. ”

This time, even Ning Qingqiu came to her senses, she could hear the movement of the outside world in the emotional scene woven by love flowers, just like cultivation, but she couldn't move at will.

But with Mingyuan's Pure Heart Mantra, this problem has been solved, as long as she wants to, she can instantly get rid of the Clear Heart Mantra and return to her soul after reciting it a few times.

"Why?" she said like a curious baby.

Just by listening to the name of Fengyun Twenty-two, you know what a powerful big man the demon bow is without flaws, how can such a person break his word and get fat?

Wouldn't that spread out and be ridiculed by the world?

The monks who can cultivate into Yuanying, each of them is a peerless person who recognizes his own path, and on the Fengyun list is the strongest Yuanying monk in Kyushu, and the demon bow can rank twenty-two, which is naturally strong and incomparable, and will not violate his oath.

It's not just that I can't afford to lose this face, but more importantly, doing so is undoubtedly extremely damaging to the Dao Heart.

Could it be ......

He said he couldn't kill it. An Lian's expression was bitter, after all, it was her mother's family, that is, her maternal ancestral bloodline, who was slaughtered all over the house, and there was great hope for revenge, but the power that was regarded as the biggest reliance said that he couldn't kill him.

At that time, Mrs. An experienced nine deaths and a lifetime, even if she was a foundation building monk, the road was full of dangers, how many suspicious people did a single female cultivator encounter, and how many life and death killings she encountered?

That's the thought that sustained her.

As a result, the demon bow told her that he couldn't kill that person and couldn't help her get revenge.

So Mrs. An could only leave with that token, and the promise of the demon bow was still valid.

She was disheartened and didn't want to live anymore, an enemy who couldn't even say she couldn't kill with a demon bow, and in her lifetime, there was no hope of revenge.

Just when Mrs. An was about to break up, she met An Lian's father, the current head of the An family, the two knew each other and fell in love, Mrs. An buried the painful memories of the past, lived a stable life for so many years, and gave birth to An Lian.

But when she encountered the crisis of life and death of the An family, she had to inform her of the matter, which can be said to be a shot of strength for the high-level leaders of the An family, so that they can support it until now.

Ning Qingqiu's apricot eyes were full of surprise, and she and Mingyuan glanced at each other, both of them a little shocked.

What kind of character is that enemy? He can't even say that he can't kill the demon bow?

Since he is such a powerful person, why did he destroy Mrs. An's family? One of the strongest monks is only a middle family in the Jindan period.

Moreover, how did such a family get involved with the demon bow?

Everything was confusing, shrouded in a cloud of fog.

An Hai had a heavy sadness on his face.

This is the weak, powerless, helpless, can only let fate fiddle.

Mrs. An is very popular in the An family, and she is really regarded as the housemother by the An family, her family has ended so tragically, and the An family takes care of their own situation, how can they not be sad?

Ning Qingqiu couldn't get used to this gloomy atmosphere, his dark eyes turned, and he said: "Actually, there is no need to worry like this, you must know that there are people outside the world, no matter how powerful the enemy is, he will meet someone more powerful than him, and when he walks on the road, people will not like him, and it is not necessary to kill him with a knife." ”

For example, Seven Nights is this kind of person with egg pain.

If you don't say a word, you will be killed if you don't say a word, as long as your strength is enough, you can become the soul of his sword in glory.

There are too many neuropathies in the world of cultivating immortals, for example, they have to kill people on the night of the full moon, for example, if they don't wear what color clothes they wear, they have to kill people, for example, if people don't meet the aesthetics, they have to kill people even if they are not ugly......

And so on and so forth, and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on.

In short, after the edification of Mingyuan and Qiye, Qingqiu has a new round of sublimation of the monk's metamorphosis.

Her three views have undergone another reconstruction.

"Moreover, the demon bow said that it couldn't be killed, in fact, there was not only one reason, that person was too strong for him to kill, but also because the murderer had a complicated relationship behind him, so he couldn't kill it, not that he really couldn't kill it, but he couldn't kill it. ”

She was quite analytical.

An Lian covered her lips and smiled slightly, hearing that she felt that what she said was really funny, but there was some sadness in the back, she sighed and forced a happy face: "No matter what the situation is, it is not a character that we can afford to provoke, my grandfather's family is gone, An family ...... It must not be left again!"

Qingqiu was impressed by this delicate eldest lady, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in the flower season, a beauty among the monks, who was raised by others since she was a child, but now she has the courage to go back in her eyes.

When I saw An Lian before, Qingqiu's first feeling was that this woman really cried, she kept crying and crying, delicate, like a monk's version of Lin Daiyu, but now she found that she still had tenacity in her bones. (To be continued.) )