At this moment, the floor tile where Bubu was standing opened in response, and Bubu fell down alone, and then closed it tightly. Now everyone panicked. Even Song Huizong, who had just been reprimanded mercilessly by Bubu, still couldn't hide his concern, and jumped to his feet and ordered everyone to hurry up and think of rescue.

Fang Yuanzhi, please don't be impatient, with Bubu's martial arts and courage, even if you fall into a single meeting, it will not be a big problem. The most important thing now is to hurry up and pry the broken floor tiles open. After saying that, he plucked the golden hairpin from his head and lay on the ground to look for the almost invisible gap. After finding it, he gently swiped it with a golden hairpin to draw a more obvious road, and then called all the guards to step forward and scrape with the steel knife in his hand, and after scraping a gap about two fingers wide, he took out a thunder cannon from Xiang Xiangyin's arms.

When there is no clever solution, violence is also the easiest way to solve it. After the explosion, the hole opened wide, and everyone rushed in. Walking through a narrow and dark passage, you suddenly enter a world like a crystal palace. It turned out that this was the real dormitory of the Vulture Venerable, and the three-leaf palace composed of wood, gold, and jade was actually just a place for him to practice and alchemy. Those three palaces are much inferior to here. The vulture's injuries were not entirely healed, and it seemed that the jade fruit left behind by his master, Kunlun Song, was a curse that deliberately put him to death. If it weren't for the pineapple monster Wan Guifei who heard the movement and followed the sound to watch, rescued him, and fed Zhang Zhang the elixir "Twelve Golden Plums" that fell to the ground, he would have died of blood.

At this moment, Bubu and Wan Guifei were fighting fiercely, and the big devil of the Vulture was half-lying on his jade white jade couch, sickly and bloodless, and his face was at least a little older than what Zhang Zhang had seen before. Zhang Zhang saw that this big devil was not dead, and his teeth chattered with hatred. Remembering that she had almost been victimized by her three times before, she immediately pulled out the long sword on Sima Tai's body, which was closest to her, and rushed over. Sima Tai was not at ease and followed closely. Just as she stabbed the vulture in the chest and abdomen with her sword, both of them, who were busy fighting, stopped at the same time and lunged at her.

Fortunately, Sima Tai was by her side, and her life was definitely taken by these two crazy women. Bu Bu's face was cold and binc, and he said sharply: "The vulture is mine, and I have my own fairy aunt to do it, so I won't bother you." Remember, if there is any reckless action, don't blame Bubu, I will not show mercy! ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone deserved to watch from the wall again.

The two women, who had just ceased fighting for the vultures, continued to wrestle. Now both of them are in a hurry to win, and they all use real power. After a while, the pineapple-faced Wan Guifei, who was covered with white gauze, fell into danger, and almost died at the hands of Bubu several times.

Later, Bubu struck the long face covering cloth on her head with a palm, exposing one of the ugliest faces in the world. Everyone present gasped, and there was indescribable nausea in their hearts. Even Bubu, who was fighting with her, couldn't help but stop.

At this time, Song Huizong shouted: "Hurry up and help me hack this ugly-faced monster to death." The most vicious and ugly person in my life makes people get goosebumps all over their bodies. ”

Concubine Wan was already at a disadvantage, and at this moment, when she heard Lang Jun, who had loved her in the past and got along with her day and night, say such vicious words, she was saddened in her heart. I didn't know where to start with a thousand words, and tears just fell. The ugly man sheds tears, because his original appearance is already ugly to the extreme, and it is even more hideous and terrifying to cry at this moment, which makes people unable to say what it tastes like. If the beauty shed tears, Huizong would have softened half of his body, and now that such an ugly woman is standing in front of him, he just wants to get rid of it as soon as possible. Repeatedly shouted for the people to kill her.

Bubu seemed to be moved by compassion and took back all the palm power. Over there, the ugly concubine Wan Guifei had cried into a tearful lion, and shouted sadly in her mouth: "Eleven Lang, I haven't seen you for three years, and now I don't even want to leave a little love to my concubine, it's really embarrassing!" I think back then, when Xiao Liu's little slut had not yet appeared, Eleven Lang and his concubines had made a lot of vows. Now, it can only be a small building overnight and the east wind, and the past is unbearable to look back at the moonlight! ”

At this time, Song Huizong knew that the extremely ugly monster in front of him was his favorite Wan Guifei, and he didn't know what to do with it for a while. Song Weizong, who loves beautiful things by nature, finally found it difficult to face the ugly woman in front of him. Then he turned around and stopped looking at her, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "If you are really the Wan Aiqing who used to have a flowery face, you should have cut yourself at the beginning of your disfigurement, why do you have to appear in front of me with this face?" I don't know whether to hate you or pity you! ”

When Concubine Wan heard this, tears flowed on her ugly face. After crying for a long time, he said word by word: "It's you Zhao Shiyilang who failed to protect me, and let the fox around me harm the concubine like this, and you are embarrassed to blame the concubine today." Anyway, since you are already ruthless, why should you miss the concubine? Since the saint wants the concubines to judge themselves, the concubines dare not disobey. It's just that the concubine is about to die today, and she must ask the saint for a beloved thing! ”

After speaking, without waiting for Huizong to speak, he had already flown up and disturbed the streamer in his hand towards Song Huizong's neck. At this time, the old Buddha dust and Heizi's Yin Lian had arrived at the same time, Yin Lian stopped the streamer waved by Wan Guifei, and the Buddha dust had already concentrated on her chest. Suddenly, a large amount of blood spurted out of her mouth and sprinkled evenly in all directions in a fan-like shape. She slowly collapsed with resentment and sorrow on her face, and the expression on her ugly face exhausted everyone present. No one can bear to look at such a face full of love and hatred. The strange thing is that when she died of blood all over her body, the vicious and ugly pineapple buns on her face were completely calmed down, and her face was as clean as ever, so beautiful that people could pity it.

At this time, Song Huizong shed a little tears, waved his hand and ordered to go down and give Wan Guifei a concubine funeral. With that, he led his Praetorian guards back with a sad face, no longer caring about the life-and-death duel here. It's just that when he left, he looked at Wan Guifei who fell to the ground and died, and Bubu, who was dressed in black and standing with his hands in his hands, with a sour face.

The inexplicable cold swept through the entire space, making all people have a deep sense of depression in their hearts. The rest is for Bubu to face the people she has loved and hated for hundreds of years. If the previous hatred still carried a certain weakness and illusion, then the current hatred has long become a kind of misery and determination. She regretted very much that she underestimated the evil of human nature, regretted that she subconsciously regarded the vulture as the same brother who had always been in love with her when she was a teenager, and sent her married daughter to visit her biological father on a whim, pretending to take revenge, but in fact let her daughter come to recognize her father, hoping that she could use the father-daughter affection to influence the vulture, hoping that he would be lost. Who would have thought that his own idea would let his daughter die tragically in the hands of his own father, and it was a kind of exterminating death.