P> In the night, a shadow flashed in the forest, as fast as a ghost.

P> stopped in front of a boulder, on the boulder, an elegant man in a dark gray robe held a whisk, quietly looking at the comer, who was the same as the four villains who had just dressed as ghosts, and their cloaks were taken off, revealing a face with a fanged ghost mask.

P> "Master Qi, you and I have no grievances, the well water of the two factions does not violate the river water, why did you instigate you to send disciples to spoil the good deeds of this seat!" The person who came was angry, his whole body was gloomy, and he threw the bow and crossbow in his hand aside, and the four traitors almost leaked the secret of Mantou Mountain, this mountain is very important to him, and he cannot afford to lose it.

P> the sky was full of dense clouds and dispersed, and the bright moonlight poured down and fell on the man in the ink-gray robe, his eyebrows were sparse, and the cinnabar mark on his forehead was just like his respected identity, glorious, flawless, and not stained with any dust.

P> "The Supreme Heavenly Venerable crosses the suffering. A light voice overflowed from his throat, calm and calm, "The way to view the sky, the journey to the sky; Born to kill. Sikou Sect Master, long time no see. ”

P> sparse eyebrows and eyes opened, and his eyes were clear and moist.

P> and the ghost-faced man who was called the master of the Sikou Sect snorted coldly, "Master Qi, five years ago, you did a bad thing in this seat and forced the people of my ghost sect to retreat to the mountains, hehe, what is born to kill, ridiculous!" This time, this seat is going to bring them to see the light of day again, Master Qi, you wait and see! Hahahaha......"

P> ghost sounds are constant, poignant, more penetrating and terrifying than the four villains who pretended to be ghosts just now.

P> The owner of Qishan shook the dust in his hand, and the whole person rose into the air, and in an instant, the big stone standing under his feet was split, and the small gravel flew out.

P> The ghost face man Si Kou Sect Master was shocked, he hadn't seen it for five years, and the internal strength of the head of Qi Mountain had increased a lot, and the pure Taoist true qi was really not to be underestimated.

P> Qi Yu, I don't believe you have no weaknesses!

P> ghost-faced man didn't dare to fight, and pretended to say, "Tonight, for the sake of Master Qi, this seat will spare those ignorant juniors. Master Qi, there will be a period later! ”

P> voice didn't fall, but the ghost-faced man had long since disappeared into the night.

P> "The Supreme Heavenly Venerable crosses the suffering. "Si Kou Zhong, the master of the ghost gate, is cunning and cunning, it seems that only he is there, and Bajiao and Zhao Run can go down the mountain safely.

P> Qishan master retracted the dust, the fairy-like posture was hidden in the night, still difficult to stop his thousands of graces, he walked through the low bushes, the purple ribbon around his waist, on behalf of his high Qishan Sect of the Sect, counting, this is the second time he has been in charge of the Qishan faction, five years have passed, the earthly world under the mountain seems to have changed in his eyes, it is still a struggle for fame and fortune, and he will not die.

P> seemed to be walking slowly, but the purple ribbon around his waist was fluttering in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he saw a group of people holding more than a dozen torches in front of him.

P> "Miss, what did the wicked man mean when he said the spring before he died?" In the middle of the torches, Xiong Da asked Murong Qingran in a low voice.

P> Murong Qingran pondered, "There are many springs in the land of Qizhou, if we can find the springs of Mantou Mountain, maybe the truth can be revealed." ”

P> "Miss Murong just escaped death, do you want to send her to death again?" There was a subtle worry in the sarcastic words of the Thirteenth Prince.

P > got closer, and the master of Qishan saw the face of the girl who was walking with the thirteenth prince clearly, and his faint eyebrows frowned slightly, yes, it was the girl who Qi Chong'an brought to the Queshan Temple back then.

P>I don't believe in fate, I only believe in you!

In the year of >, when this girl saw him, she grabbed his robe tightly and refused to let go.

P > five years, the violent spirit in her body, has learned how to restrain so that no one will find out, the owner of Qishan can't help but regret a little, if he killed her in the Queshan Temple, perhaps, a qiē will return to peace.

P> didn't kill that year, and the time was lost.

P> The master of Qishan saw the group of people in front of him stop, he also stopped, and only listened to Murong Qingran said, "The rain in my Qizhou has always been insufficient, but the grass and trees here are the most lush, and the soil is soft, octagonal, you calm down and listen, where is the sound of water." "The source of the sound of water must be a spring.

P> Octagonal lay on the ground, pricked up his ears, and listened obediently.

P> "Little Uncle Octagonal, get up quickly, if this is seen by a few uncles and ancestors, how can it be good." Xiao Yan stood on the side, with a sad face, Uncle Octagonal Junior Master, the demon girl asked you to lie down, you just lay down, she is treating you as a pet, you are a dignified little uncle of the Qishan faction, don't forget your identity.

P> "You're so annoying! Octagon raised his little head, "Senior nephew Xiao, you step aside." ”

P> was disgusted by Uncle Octagonal, Xiao Yan couldn't cry or laugh, "Yes, Uncle Octagonal." ”

P> "What do you hear?" The thirteenth prince smiled at the corner of his mouth, just right, after walking all the way, he was thirsty, and he should find a spring to drink a few sips of spring water to quench his thirst.

P> Octagonal pouted, "Senior Brother Thirteen, you also bullied me, obviously you heard everything yourself, and you want me to listen to it." ”

P> "Senior brother is injured and his ears are damaged, and the people present belong to your Taoist qi is the purest, if you don't listen, who will listen." The thirteenth prince clutched his chest and coughed.

P> The black-clothed guards present were so shocked that their eyes were about to fall, this trip to Qizhou, how could their master seem to have changed his personality, no matter how seriously injured he was in the past, he would not say such words of weakness, with the arrogance of the master, this was not more uncomfortable than killing him.

P>Oh. Octagonal is easy to deceive, and continues to lie down, listening to nearby movements.

P>Hey, how do you feel like you're in charge?"

P> Murong Qingran stared at the thirteenth prince with a smile, and stared at the soles of the thirteenth prince's feet with a cold air.

P> "Murong Qingran, how did you know that my son's surname is Zhao." The thirteenth prince took the lead, deliberately put on a face, and asked.

P> "Although a few words you say are true, but what you said in the Shen family, I believe it is almost true, I have heard my uncle Murong He mention that the thirteenth brother of the Holy Lord today has eighteen black-clothed guards by his side. Murong Qing pointed to the black-clothed guard holding the torch, "I just counted, no more, no less, exactly eighteen, don't tell me that it's a coincidence." There are fourteen brothers in the world, the sixth brother died, and the eleventh brother succeeded to the throne, and your heavenly family just coincided. ”

P> Xiao Yan listened to the cold sweat and knelt on the ground, the eighteen black-clothed guards were all brought by him, isn't it him who exposes the identity of the thirteen junior uncles.

P> "Idiot! "The thirteenth prince can't wait to kick Xiao Yan away.

P > eighteen black-clothed guards, including those who had just been wounded by the fourth demon's arrow, knelt down together, "The master is angry. "It's kind of intercession for Xiao Yan.

P> "It turns out that you have guessed Sister Murong." Octagon stood up, his little eyes were full of admiration for Murong Qingran, and the thirteenth senior brother still wanted to hide from Sister Murong, he was really stupid than him.

P> Murong Qingran bent his knees and saluted to the thirteenth prince, "The late Murong Qingran, the daughter of Murong Su of Jiyang Hou, has seen the King of Chu. ”

P > under the light of more than a dozen torches, the girl was neither humble nor arrogant, and the faint yellow fire illuminated her appearance more and more amazingly, and the thirteenth prince was confused, but he didn't make a sound to let Murong Qing get up.

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