In the cheers of the people, Li Yuan's face became more and more ugly, and he finally got up, and was knocked down by King Li's punch.

"What about people, where is Xiahou Xuanfeng?" King Li asked, the indestructible pagoda could be blown with one punch, and Li Yuan's body was not a problem.

Li Yuan didn't say a word, nor did he mean to beg for mercy, as if he was desperate.

King Li's eyebrows raised, and he was about to kill Li Yuan with one punch, Xia Qing walked up and held down King Li's hand, and coldly stretched out his hand to Li Yuan, the Heavenly King of the Pagoda, "Li Tianwang, you lost, bring the things!"

"I'm losing, but you can't get what you want, hahaha......"

Li Yuan laughed miserably, took out the portrait of Xia Qing's mother, and a flame suddenly burst out of his palm to burn the painting.

The King of Power is too powerful, so powerful that it is suffocating.

Maybe it was because he knew that he would not escape death, Li Yuan simply broke the jar and broke it, he couldn't live, and he couldn't protect the temple and Xiahou Xuanfeng who was healing inside, so Xia Qing would be uncomfortable for the rest of his life, so that he would never find his mother.

The sound of a sword groan sounded, and a cold sword light illuminated Li Yuan's hideous face.

Xia Qing opened his mouth and spewed out the Human Emperor Immortal Sword, urging the speed of the Heart Sword to the extreme. The short three-inch Human Emperor Immortal Sword brought up a long cold sword light, and directly cut off almost half of Li Yuan's right palm, and the four fingers fell to the ground.

"Ah......h

Li Yuan screamed, after being seriously injured by King Li, he didn't have time to dodge the sharp Human Emperor Immortal Sword. This guy is also fierce enough, and at this time, he is still thinking about how to retaliate, opening his mouth to bite the painting on the ground, and trying to eat the painting. It's a pity that Xia Qing won't give him another chance, and he reached out and grabbed the painting tightly in his hand.

"It's finally here!"

"After waiting for so long, I can finally know what my mother looks like!"

Xia Qing became excited, unable to suppress the excitement and excitement in her heart, she no longer looked at Li Yuan, and stretched out her hand to slowly unfold the picture scroll to see what her mother looked like. The blue sky, lush trees, and a forest seem to be in the background. Xia Qing's movements were very slow, perhaps too excited, and his hands trembled.

It's been more than ten years, and although I still haven't found my mother, I can finally know what my mother looks like;

I've been waiting for so long, and I've finally waited for this day.

For some reason, in addition to being excited, Xia Qing was a little nervous and hesitant, for fear that there would not be anything he wanted on the painting. Fortunately, slowly, he saw a checkered skirt fluttering in the wind, and then saw a long black hair......

Xia Qing's movements were even slower, and his hands trembled violently.

Yu Qiniang, Liniang and others all came behind Xia Qing, but no one spoke, standing silently seven meters away, understanding Xia Qing's mood at this moment and not bothering. Especially Yu Qiniang, I know how long Xia Qing has been waiting for this day. When she was a child, whenever Xia Qing cried in her dreams to find her mother, she was sad. Although Xia Wangfu is very good to Xia Qing, the old lady regards Xia Qing as his own grandson, but no matter how good his feelings are, he can't replace the role of his mother. Speaking of which, Qing'er is also a hard-working person.

Looking at Xia Qing with trembling hands, Yu Qiniang's nose was sour, and she didn't look like she was high in the past. In front of outsiders, she is the former saint of Zoroastrianism, and now the holy elder, a peerless demon king who is both righteous and evil, but in front of Xia Qing, she is not a mother who is better than a mother, and she has long regarded Xia Qing as her own child.

Xia Qing moved very lightly, as if he was afraid of damaging the painting, and slowly spread out the portrait of his mother, and half of the figure of a graceful woman slowly appeared on the painting; just as he was about to completely unfold the scroll and see the whole picture of his mother clearly, there was a sudden exclamation from inside the temple, and a group of Lang Zhong fled in a panic, as if something terrible had happened.

Xia Qing put away the scroll in her heart, didn't care about seeing what her mother looked like, remembered Xiahou Xuanfeng, whose life and death were unknown, and grabbed an old man who passed by, "Say, what's going on inside?"

"The head of the Heavenly Master, he ...... , he ...... "Lao Langzhong trembled all over, but before he finished speaking, his feet were already weak, and his face was full of fear, but it was not Xia Qing, the new generation of human emperors, who was afraid, but the temple behind him.

"What's wrong with Xiahou Xuanfeng?" Xia Qing asked, "Could it be that guy dead?"

"Well, the head Heavenly Master is dead, and then ...... and then came back to life and became ...... , it became ......" The old man's teeth gurgled, his hands and feet were cold, and he was so frightened that he almost lost his soul.

Dead, and then resurrected?

Everyone was surprised and frightened, and Li Yuan, who fell to the ground, was no exception, and his heart seemed to think of something, gritting his teeth and struggling to rush into the temple, but his body was seriously injured and he moved slowly, and his hands and feet crawled hard, leaving a line of blood on the ground.

Xia Qing frowned, feeling bad, "What happened to Xiahou Xuanfeng?

"Well, no! no, it's not, the head of the Heavenly Master ...... him"

Lao Langzhong nodded first, and then quickly shook his head, perhaps because he was too nervous and couldn't speak clearly.

"Rubbish!"

Xia Qing pushed away the useless old man, put the Sky Cutting Sword in front of him, and strode towards the temple. The flag dancer and the others controlled the other Langzhong, but Xia Qing didn't have the heart to interrogate them one by one, and wanted to go in directly to see what was going on. He had a very bad premonition, and the closer he got to the temple, the worse it felt, and he faintly sensed an indescribable fluctuation of power.

"Qing'er be careful!"

Yu Qiniang told her that her body was behind Xia Qing in a flash, and she wanted to walk in with Xia Qing. Behind him, Zhao Dazui and the flag dancer and others also followed, and everyone was extremely nervous. King Li also seemed to sense something, and followed with a frown, and the human emperor chain on his body dragged on the ground and rattled.

Xia Qing did not pause and continued to walk towards the temple, but his heart was also uncontrollably nervous, and the closer he got to the temple, the more nervous he became.

"Dead, then resurrected. ”

"Could it be that Xiahou Xuanfeng has really become some kind of three-headed and six-armed monster, even more terrifying than before?"

Xia Qing muttered in her heart, trying her best to stay calm on the surface, but her heart was beating faster and faster, and her heart seemed to be about to pop out. This time, the emperor issued an order to summon the world's masters to besiege the Heavenly Dao Gate, of course, in order to recapture the portrait of his mother, and now the painting has been completed, but another task has not been completed, that is, to kill Xiahou Xuanfeng. Otherwise, tonight's operation will be a failure. As long as Xiahou Xuanfeng is still alive, even if he razes the Heavenly Dao Gate to the ground, it is useless, maybe an even more terrifying Heavenly Court will emerge one day.

A cold wind howled and closed the doors of the temple.

Lang Zhong walked in a hurry, and even panicked, and some people's shoes fell outside the door, and they were all frightened.

Xia Qing held the sword in his right hand, and slowly stretched out his left hand to push the door, his heart was ruthless, no matter what kind of monster Xiahou Xuanfeng became, he would kill him, at all costs.

"Qing'er, slow!"

Yu Qiniang suddenly screamed, her face was unprecedentedly solemn, and she seemed to sense a strong danger, "You wait outside, auntie go in and take a look." ”

After cultivating the Holy Fire Sutra taught by Elder Taishang Shangguan Yuhong, Yu Qi Niang's cultivation in the past two years has obviously risen to a higher level, and her feelings are even more keen. Before she stepped into the temple, she did sense a strong danger, which was difficult to describe, which made her extra vigilant and took a step forward to stop Xia Qing.

"Hehe, Qi Niang, you're too weak, let's let this seat come. Zhao Dazui smiled, grinned and walked up, his mouth was unforgiving, every time he met Yu Qiniang, he had to damage each other, but there was really any danger, and he rushed to the front without saying a word.

"Big mouth, don't make trouble!"

Yu Qi Niang didn't fight back, her voice was low, "Your footwork and body skills are not good, you really encounter a demon against the sky, you can't hide!"

"Hmph, who can't do footwork?"

Zhao Dazui snorted coldly, but his body was very honest, and he stood by Xia Qing's side honestly. Although he is used to being arrogant, he also has some self-knowledge, and seeing that Yu Qiniang is so dignified, he doesn't dare to act recklessly. After so many years, there are really not many people who can make Yu Qiniang, a female devil, so cautious. After living together in the Wuzhou Shanren Inn for so many years, several big demon kings have already understood each other very well and formed a deep relationship.

Under the gaze of everyone, Xia Qing and his entourage stopped, they were already standing outside the door, but no one dared to reach out and push the door.

An inexplicable aura of danger spreads, and everyone becomes nervous.

The temple was silent, deadly silent at night.