A big demon aura appeared near Yangdong City, and in order to confirm the traces of the big demon, Pang Hongyue came with a heavy responsibility. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

This order from the hall master of the Soul Feeding Hall, Elder Xudan couldn't refuse at all, at the critical juncture when the Hundred Demon Feast was about to start and the Tianhe catastrophe was approaching, all Elder Xudan needed to do their best.

Arriving at Yangdong City, Pang Hongyue searched outside the city for two days, carefully not daring to slack off.

After all, it is a big demon comparable to Yuanying, if she can get an exact clue, she doesn't need to make a move, as long as she returns to the sect immediately to report, there will be a Yuanying powerhouse in person.

Two days, no clues.

Not to mention the big demon, I haven't even seen a trace of the demon spirit.

With a doubt, Pang Hongyue entered the city, and the woman strolling through the street frowned slightly, masking whether the source of this news was correct.

Over the years, Pang Hongyue's experience has become deeper and deeper, and she knows that she can't be in a hurry, and only by acting cautiously can she complete this dangerous task.

People came and went on the street, wanting to use the excitement of the mundane world to dispel some of the boredom in her heart, Pang Hongyue deliberately looked at some children on the street.

Childlike innocence, innocent children's hearts are the purest, seeing those children playing happily, the corners of Pang Hongyue's mouth gradually hung a gratifying smile.

Thinking of her husband, Pang Hongyue's smile became bitter.

After more than 20 years of separation, in fact, Pang Hongyue also thought about whether Xu Yan was no longer in the world, but once this thought was born, she would immediately cut it off.

"The husband won't die......"

Whispering a whisper that only she could hear, the woman stepped away, her thin shoulders looking pitiful.

She's taking on too much.

Not only does her husband not know whether she is alive or dead, but her father also has no news, Pang Hongyue has hardly dared to close her eyes over the years, because as long as she closes her eyes, she can see her father's skinny and dying appearance, and she can see that her husband is covered in blood, and even his face has become a ghost.

Call......

Gently exhaling a breath of turbidity, the woman cheered up, as long as she Pang Hongyue did not die, she would be able to find her relatives sooner or later!

With extraordinary perseverance, Pang Hongyue walked on the streets, perhaps fate, when she was looking for her relatives for many years and did not see her, she met a relative who should not appear in front of her.

Turning around a street and alley, Pang Hongyue raised her eyes and looked at it casually, and in the surging crowd, a woman in a cloth dress was walking towards her.

It was a young woman, in her thirties, with a beautiful face and a noble temperament, like the wife of a large family, but she was dressed a little shabby, but she was very clean.

At a casual glance, Pang Hongyue's figure was like an electric shock!

The memories of childhood rushed out of her heart like a spring, and that gentle face will never be forgotten by Hongyue in her life, because that face only belongs to her mother, just like more than 30 years ago, it has not changed at all.

Tankou opened slightly, Pang Hongyue's eyes shook, with a look of disbelief, and at this time, the bloated woodcutter in the tea shed on the street also left his seat.

The bloated body is to better disguise the sharp blade of killing, and there are as many as eighteen flying swords that are often on the body after being promised!

Even the eighteen swords can't kill the enemy, so detonate these flying swords.

The distance is getting closer and closer, from 100 zhang, to 50 zhang, and then to 30 zhang.

Xu Hou's steps became hurried, and her lowered gaze became more and more hideous.

"Closer, just closer, closer......"

I don't know what Pang Hongyue was attracted to, her back to him was motionless, Xu Hou didn't think much else, she only prayed in her heart to get a few feet closer to the enemy, because the closer the distance, the greater his chance!

I don't know if God heard Empress Xu's prayer, until he approached within ten zhang of Pang Hongyue, the other party still didn't notice.

Empress Xu's expression was overjoyed, but he didn't dare to guarantee that he would be able to kill the enemy with one blow, so he took a few steps in a row.

From being ten zhang apart to less than one zhang apart, Xu Hou finally raised his head, and all the flying swords on his body were frantically urged by spiritual power.

Less than a zhang, if there is no defense between the same ranks, once it encounters the killing of a flying sword, it can be called death, not to mention a full eighteen flying swords!

Pang Hongyue didn't realize the murderous machine behind him, it was not that she was too careless, but that the woman who was coming in front of him really disrupted all his minds.

"Mother......

Spit out a long-lost title in her mouth, a mother's word, containing too much sadness and longing for her daughter, Pang Hongyue's figure leaned forward, wanting to pounce on her mother's arms.

Airplanes!!!

At this time, Empress Xu had already urged the sword light, and eighteen sword qi rose up behind Pang Hongyue, and from a distance, it seemed that eighteen long tails were swinging behind the woman.

The fatal sword appeared at the same time behind Pang Hongyue, and the woman whose entire mind was attracted by her mother had no chance to defend herself.

Pang Hongyue, who seemed to be about to die, had not yet jumped into her mother's arms, but the woman opposite had already come closer.

crossed a distance of more than ten zhang in an instant, and the arrival of the woman not only brought a coldness, but also a puff of blood mist flying!

Boom!!!

On the long street, some people flew upside down, and the pedestrians on the side of the street were drenched in blood, and the people were stunned for a moment and dispersed.

Jingle bell.

Eighteen flying swords fell to the side one after another, shattering one after another in the woman's chuckle.

With just a pair of jade hands, the flying sword of the magic weapon level returned in vain, and Empress Xu's body fell aside.

Pang Hongyue, who woke up from the shock, only then did she realize that someone had attacked her, and if it wasn't for her mother's action, she would have no chance of surviving.

"Mother's !!"

The last trace of doubt was left behind, Pang Hongyue hugged her mother directly, and the two lines of tears flowed non-stop.

"Silly girl, who is this offending villain, you children, you just don't make people worry. ”

Gently patting her daughter's back, the woman who should have been named Hongyun had three circles of blood in her eyes that flashed away, and the smile on the corner of her mouth had a hint of cold eccentricity.

Ignoring the corpses on the street, Pang Hongyue's eyes were hazy with tears, she raised her pretty face from her mother's shoulder, and asked hurriedly: "Mother, where have you been all these years, my daughter has been looking for you for many years, and I still think you are not alive." ”

"Haven't I lived a good life, silly girl, worried about something. Hongyun smiled softly, and said softly: "Since my mother has arrived, I have no chance to harm your Xiaoxiao, don't worry, from now on, my mother will always be by your side, giggles." ”

The gentle laughter was mixed with a hint of weirdness, but Pang Hongyue couldn't hear it anymore, how could a woman who was immersed in maternal love doubt whether her mother was real or fake.

The dark clouds in the sky covered the sun, and a cloud shadow appeared at the end of the long street, which instantly covered the streets and alleys, and two women with similar appearances walked into the distance under the dark clouds, talking and laughing.

The storm and clouds are already surging, the desperate danger of assassination has just passed, and another more dangerous situation, silently coming, is just unknown to those in the bureau.

……

In the north of the sky, in a canyon surrounded by mountains, there is a deep singing voice.

Ten turns, hey!

Over eight mountains, hey!

Bring up the divine power, heh!

Round the tomb, ha!

The one-armed man carried a boulder several feet on his shoulder, and his steps were steady, but the singing voice sounded not only nondescript, but also extremely mournful.

Why are you building a tomb, phew!

Lao Tzu went to Tiannan, wow!

Singing and singing, the strong man cried and wailed: "Lao Tzu doesn't want to go to Tiannan...... I want to go home!"