Chapter Thirty-Six: Into the Wilderness

I saw that Kill Qianmo's body was shining with a dark light, and his aura instantly skyrocketed, and he was bent on breaking through the wrapping of this layer of endless ice crystals.

In the sky above the East China Sea, it seems that only Bai Zihua and Kill Qianmo are left in the sky and the world are facing each other, killing Qianmo is stronger than the other, and his body is constantly impacting the ice crystal vortex.

But the overwhelming ice crystals, like a viscous quagmire, made it difficult to kill Qianmo and had nowhere to go.

Killing Qianmo's eyes were bloodshot and scarlet, the corners of his eyes were about to crack, and he shouted like crazy: "Bai Zihua, I am inseparable from you!" Ah......h

I don't know how many moves I have to kill Qianmo in the end, I was frozen into a popsicle by Bai Zihua, and I couldn't escape from being frozen by ice, only the eyes of hatred were still there.

Bai Zihua grabbed the ice block that sealed and killed Qianmo, returned to the Changliu Palace, and saw that Bai Zihua was freezing Qianmo, and everyone in Changliu was ecstatic.

"Senior brother, well done!"

Mo Yan said excitedly, if he killed another Seven Killing Saint Monarch, what face would the Seven Killing Hall have.

The next moment, he didn't expect that Bai Zihua would push it with one hand and smoothly send Kill Qianmo to Shan Chunqiu's hands.

"Take your Holy Monarch back?"

"Holy Monarch, Holy Monarch, are you alright?" The ice cube trembled with rage.

Shan Chunqiu touched the cold ice and asked with concern. "What did you do?"

"It's okay to kill Qianmo, but after three days, he can break the seal!"

Bai Zihua's eyes exuding a pale blue light, hovering between Shan Chunqiu and Kill Qianmo, revealing an unpredictable and playful smile. It's a pity that this makes the charm of a hundred flowers lose its color, and it can only be seen by Kill Qianmo, who has been watching him with hateful eyes.

Then there was only confusion in the angry eyes.

"Senior brother, how can you let go of Killing Qianmo, he is the Seven Killing Saint Monarch!"

Mo Yan said angrily, the matter of bamboo dyeing was enough to upset him, and Bai Zihua easily let go of killing Qianmo, so wouldn't it be to let the tiger return to the mountain and leave the future trouble.

"Senior brother, now that the Seven Killings and Changliu are at war, recuperation is the only way to recuperate, if we stay and kill Qianmo, no one will restrain the Seven Killing Palace, no matter how powerful we are, we will not be able to stop the revenge activities of the Seven Killing Palaces all over the world! When the time comes, it will be our sin to destroy the living beings! ”

Bai Zihua explained coldly and unquestionably, even if Mo Yan opposed him, he would also let go of Ji Qianmo.

"Shan Chunqiu, while I haven't changed my mind, let's get out of here with your Holy Monarch!"

"Bai Zihua, I will repay this favor today, and I will return it to you if I am humiliated today!"

Shan Chunqiu's eagle-like eyes stared at Bai Zihua, trying to imprint his appearance in his mind, cursing him day and night.

"Zihua, are you raising tigers for trouble?"

Mo Yan watched unwillingly as the people of the Seven Killing Hall receded like a tide.

"Senior brother, it's better than the current Seven Kills and Changliu Blood Flowing into a River, and they will end up together!"

Bai Zihua's indifferent eyes made Mo Yan dare not disagree again.

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"Bold scoundrel! You are guilty! ”

Mo Yan roared at Takezen, who was pressed in the center of the main hall, he had high hopes for this apprentice who was very similar to himself, but he didn't expect it to be such a big scourge now.

"Master, what a sin I have!"

Zhu Ran responded indifferently and proudly, which made the faceless Mo Yan even more angry, his apprentice did not discipline him well, causing such a big disaster. Now he doesn't take his master seriously.

"Zhu Ran, as a long-term disciple, you secretly killed the spy for the Seven Killings, stole the Streamer Piano, and fell in love with the sister of the Seven Killing Holy Monarch, heaven and earth do not tolerate it! This is not a heinous crime! ”

Moyan roared.

"Master, I admit to stealing the streamer, but didn't I steal it?"

Since Zhu Ran learned in the classics that he could get the invincible power of the world by liberating the ten party artifacts, he couldn't get it, and he could let the demon god destroy it for a long time, and his goal was achieved.

Since then, he has been watching the streamer qin that has been guarded for a long time, and that day he took advantage of Bai Zihua and Mo Yan's absence to stay for a long time, Yandao retreat to heal, and there was no one in the palace of despair, so he sneaked into the secret room in a vain attempt to steal the streamer, but he never thought that the streamer was not there, but instead touched the enchantment and exposed himself.

"Then you're still in love with Liuxia, the sister who killed Qianmo, aren't you?"

Bai Zi's words pierced Takezen's heart.

"It's an indisputable fact that you and the sister who killed Qianmo, who killed Liu, are in love! As a long-term disciple, he actually fell in love with the demon girl of the Seven Killing Palace! ”

The majestic voice of Mo Yan was mixed with disgust, and this point was the most sensitive place of Takezome. Isn't that the case with his mother and father? Mo Yan hated and disgusted such a relationship so much that the hatred in Takeran's heart intensified.

"No, I don't love her, how can I love her? I'm just using her! ”

Takezome retorted haughtily.

"Senior brother, I don't think there's anything wrong with Takeran falling in love with Ryuxia?" Bai Zihua stared at the father and son with pity, "His fault is stealing the streamer, mutilating his fellow disciples, and deliberately leading the killing of Qianmo to Changliu, in a vain attempt to cause trouble." ”

Bai Zihua feels that these two fathers and sons are really very similar, not only their appearance, but even their temperament and personality are carved out of a mold, but their fate is the same, and they both hurt the person who loves them the most for their own obsession.

"No, I don't love her, how could I fall in love with her, it's not enough to be a woman, as long as I can get the artifact, what kind of woman doesn't have it!"

Takezome jumped up excitedly,

Seeing this scene, Mo Yan made a palm print of refining fire, and beat the bamboo dye to the ground, suppressing it and not moving.

"I don't love her, I don't love her!"

Bamboo dye repeated like a mania, deceiving himself. He was reluctant to admit that he had become a copy of his most disgusted father.

"You love it or not, and you'll know the next ruthless pool water! You pressed him down into the pool of despair! ”

Mo Yan roared angrily, what Takezen had done was so disappointing to him!

"Take-dye, you've disappointed me so much! You still make this choice! But you, like your father, still have a chance to make amends! It's good to let you taste the pain of the water of the Sansheng Pond, so that you don't forget Liuxia, and it can be regarded as a punishment for your mistakes! ”

Bai Zihua thought in his heart, even if he knew that Zhu Dye was Moyan's child, he didn't stop it.

Right is right, wrong is wrong!

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"Senior Brother Bamboo Dyeing, you can go to the pool of despair by yourself!"

The long-staying disciples pressed the bamboo dye who had been sealed and cultivated to the front of the Sansheng Pool, and on weekdays, the bamboo dye was gentle and frugal to the other disciples, generous and benevolent, and took care of him like a big brother, but now the bamboo dye ended up like this, and it was not what they wanted to see, and there was a little pity in their hearts, but they had to listen to Mo Yan's words.

"I don't love her, how can I love her!"

Takeran muttered in his mouth, and jumped down without hesitation in the desperate pool water.

"Hahaha...... I really don't love her! ”

Takeran laughed, but tears kept pouring out of his eyes, and he couldn't tell whether it was pool water or tears.

The water was not deep, and the soaked bamboo dye easily climbed onto the shore, and his originally dark and shiny skin suddenly turned red, as if it had been burned, and puffs of green smoke rose up, as if someone was slashing him with a sharp blade.

"No, I don't love her, I don't love her!"

Bamboo dyeing seems to have lost his heart and gone crazy,

"Senior Brother Bamboo Dyeing?"

The long-term disciple who pressed him, seeing this scene, couldn't figure out the situation.

"I never loved her!"

Unexpectedly, Takezen jumped into the greedy pool again, and the pain spread all over his body like ten thousand ants eroding his heart, but Takezen laughed, the more it hurt him, the more he laughed, and his skin kept festering, falling like a broken porcelain piece.

"Bamboo dyeing, bamboo dyeing, why are you suffering?"

Everything that has been left for a long time, how can it escape the power of the six senses painted by Bai Zi, Zhu Ran jumped into the water of Sansheng Pond twice, and he could also see it clearly, "Do you really think that in this way, you can escape the fact that you are in love with Ryuxia." Your heart has betrayed you long ago, and no matter what your original purpose was, you have fallen in love with her! ”

Bai Zihua sighed.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" Mo Yan almost never saw Bai Zihua's helpless look,

"Bamboo dye, he still can't escape after all!"

"Can't escape what?"

Bai Zihua shook his head, not meaning to answer.

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Soon, the disciples of Changliu brought the bamboo dye, which was no longer in human form, to the main hall of Changliu.

"What's going on?"

The blurred appearance of bamboo-stained flesh and blood made Mo Yan stunned, is this still the good apprentice he was in the past?

"Elder Mo Yan, Senior Brother Zhu Ran, I don't know why, after passing through the ruthless pool water, he jumped into the greedy pool again, and when we brought him up, it was already like this!"

"Bamboo dyeing, bamboo dyeing, can't you listen to the teacher?"

The bamboo dye covered in bruises still made Mo Yan feel compassion,

"I ...... I don't...... Love...... Love ......"

Faintly, such a voice came out of the place where the bamboo stain was blurred and where it should be the mouth.

"You're really dead!"

The pity on Mo Yan's face was fleeting, "Put the bamboo dye into the immortal prison and banish the wilderness one day!" ”

In the end, in fact, he couldn't bear to kill his only apprentice. but cast him into the wilderness and leave him to fend for himself.

Bai Zi draws a mana into the body of bamboo dyeing,

"Zihua, what are you?"

"You let him be banished to the wilderness with such a serious injury, and he won't be able to live a day!"

Bai Zihua injected extremely soft water into Zhu Ran's body to treat his injuries, and he had already been seriously injured by killing Qianmo with one palm, not to mention the Sansheng Pool? If it weren't for the hatred of Mo Yan that inspired his immortal will, I'm afraid he would have died at this moment!

"The mistake he made is not an exaggeration to be executed, but since you choose to let him live better than death, let him live well!" Only then can he feel the pain of the years!