Three hundred and sixty-five days, three hundred and sixty-five chapters. I love you, I don't know why, but I suddenly want to say it.

"I was wrong, I really should have killed you. ”

In the storm, a bamboo, full of faint sighs is extremely clear!

Wang Ce patted xiōng seriously and made a clattering sound: "Don't worry, believe me, next time if you have a chance." I'm going to kill you. ”

As he spoke, he looked at the sharp brother with a wolf-like gaze, and then, Wang Ce lowered his hand and shook his head: "It's a pity that I can't beat your ......" said and looked at the ghost-like hat man, extremely suspicious that the two had a relationship.

"You don't have to test my cultivation and test my identity. Brother Sharp unceremoniously dismantled Wang Ce, who was pretending to be pretending, and he didn't seem to have any intention of consulting with Wang Ce on this point.

said in his mouth, but Wang Ce knew that it was most likely difficult to have a chance to kill Brother Sharp. This guy is definitely a classic gentleman who doesn't stand under the wall, smells danger, and runs faster than a rabbit, this kind of person has no chance if you want to kill it.

While sighing, Wang Ce was full of melancholy and complained: "Martial God Scroll, why don't you just say that I stole the sun and the moon." ”

That's it, so xìng is that there are more lice and no itching, and there are more debts without worrying. It was originally the goal of the Charismatic Society, and it was nothing to add an extra debt at this time. Last time, the Charismatic Society had been trying to get it back.

Facing Wang Ce's gaze, Brother Sharp suddenly had a taste of hair, and shook his head to veto: "It's not me, it's definitely not what I mean to catch Su Mei." He didn't make any other excuses, just simply: "It's not good for me." ”

Wang Ce shook his head unpleasantly: "I really hate you, talk about Ji like you and people." It's so annoying: "Let's not talk about whether Ji Ru is a god or not, there is no doubt that handing over the fake immortal bird to Wang Ce must be Ji Ru's idea."

The immortal bird is fake, but it must be given to Emperor Law as real, and it cannot make Emperor Law suspicious. Of course, it is very difficult to do this, the Splendid Camp is not a white idiot, and there are no immortal birds in the other three continents.

However, Wang Ce thinks that Tan Jiru is the person who knows him best in Beizhou, which is true. Tan Jiru picked a suitable candidate, and as soon as he entered the legal capital, he made a big fuss in the heavenly palace and muddied a pool of spring water.

The Divine Charity Society may have plans, but it can't bear the nonsense of a Wang Ce who "plays his own role and fires ......". As a result, it also proved that Wang Ce successfully made Emperor Lu remove all suspicions about the immortal bird.

Silently thinking about their own thoughts, Brother Sharp suddenly filled with a different meaning: "Dalu is too busy to take care of himself, and he has no chance to arrest you, and it seems that there is no need to arrest you back."

Do you know why the Divine Charismatics will arrest you? ”

Brother Sharp's smile was extremely strange: "Some of them have a very strange attitude towards you, and they are also very contradictory. ”

"Within the Charismatic Society, some people want you to die, and some people want you to live. ”

Wang Ce frowned, his mind quickly flashed over the barefoot appearance of the crow, and shook his head again.

"There is no Emperor Wu to take care of you this time, whether you are dead or alive. Leave it to fate. "Sharp Brother Shuang...... The sympathy full of smiles is more like a fortunate disaster, a casual reminder: "It's almost there." ”

Before the words fell, Wang Ce was like an arrow from the string, turned around and fluttered halfway up the mountainside from the corner of the two mountains, jumped down, gritted his teeth and said: "Brother Sharp, this time, I will thank you for returning this account." ”

Brother Sharp and the man in the hat looked at each other and laughed out loud. This time, it was finally a rare time for Wang Ce to be deflated. What a rare victory!

Passing through the treetops in the middle of the mountain, Wang Ce grabbed one by one, and Wang Ce ran out of several miles in an instant, just like Tarzan of the apes.

Through the rain and twilight, Wang Ce was in a terrible mood. I can't stop scolding the grass eggs, what grass eggs!

Today, he deliberately asked Cui Yan to pretend to be, and deliberately set up a lot of tricks, just because he didn't want to be associated with him and the martial god scroll lost by Dalu, but others thought that he was a little suspicious at most, or a suspicion of assisting so-and-so: he may hide it from others, but it is difficult to hide it from Brother Sharp. It's just that he cheated and deceived before, and he only had three war spirits, and it was impossible to have extra disguised war spirits, but he still couldn't hide from them.

Wang Ce died of a headache, and if he really wanted to hand over the Martial God Scroll to redeem Su Mei, it would not be impossible: but the purpose of the gods to arrest him was obviously not just for the Martial God Scroll, so he had no choice but to run away.

At the very least, you have to find a place, find enough materials, make a copy, and then you can hand in the real book to redeem people.

Suddenly, a calm voice sounded in my ears: "You are very good at running!"

Wang Ce smiled bitterly, slowed down his footwork, squinted at the entrance of the ghost world dozens of miles away, took a deep breath, and turned around: "Why use Emperor Wu to arrest me, it's too much to mobilize the people." ”

A faint sturdy man, who looked like an ironworker, looked at Wang Ce for a while, nodded and grabbed it: "Follow me!"

It's not that Wang Ce doesn't want to hide, but he finds that no matter how he hides, he can't hide, so he can only sigh bitterly. That's fate!

This is like striking iron more than Emperor Wu like Emperor Wu, grabbing Wang Ce, turning into a ray of light and fleeing.

In the dark and thick clouds, Song Feiran said lightly: "Wang Ce was captured by a martial emperor and taken away. Zhu Haitang's heart seemed to rush to his throat, and he begged for it!

Song Feiran shook his head decisively: "As a teacher, I won't make a move, first, I don't like this little man, and I don't want you to have anything to do with him." Second, the teacher is your master, not a person from the Northern Tang Dynasty, the Northern Tang Dynasty is a dead man, and the teacher will not make a move. ”

Zhu Haitang bowed his head silently, and Song Feiran sighed: "Are you still blaming the teacher for not saving the people of Beiya at that time?" It was you who ran around like a headless fly to find the little man and missed it. ”

"I became your master, but it doesn't mean that I will make a move for Beitang. For the teacher, you are asked to hide the news of the apprenticeship, and don't leak it to others, because you are afraid that you will be used by the court. Song Feiran's words seem to be very cruel, but they are true.

Zhu Haitang didn't say a word, looked at the other side, and took advantage of Song Feiran's slack moment, she broke free from her master's hand in her anger, and turned into a star that fell from the sky to the mortal world, falling down and falling again quickly! Song Feiran changed, let out a long sigh, shook his body, and flew down at great speed to catch the apprentice brother who closed his eyes and fell, full of helplessness: "You girl, there is nothing you can do for the teacher?" "The begonias are woody, but they are full of the breath of unity and determination.

Song Feiran's heart moved, and suddenly said: "As long as you promise to be a teacher, then you will save him as a teacher......" Zhu Haitang's eyes were full of ashes, and a ray of hope suddenly appeared.

Song Feiran said word by word: "Only you promise, don't marry that little son." He didn't want to see his brother, but he also saw that unsightly face dangling in front of him.

Zhu Haitang froze, and only after a while did he re-emphasise: "Okay!" The voice was very hoarse.

Song Feiran felt sorry for him, and added a sentence of jī encouragement to the disciple to cultivate the disciple: "If you can have a martial arts cultivation within two or ten years, then being a teacher will not prevent you from marrying that little man!"

Float down and put down the begonias. Song Feiran hid his breath, flew into the air and chased away, and after a while, he saw Wang Ce and the Martial Emperor.

This Divine Martial Emperor suddenly sensed a breath, his face changed slightly, and he accelerated in an instant. Song Feiran chased after him like lightning, and a burst of energy exploded and intercepted it.

Another bamboo, Emperor Wu's grievances, Wang Ce's face is green, if Emperor Wu fights, will he still have his life?

Song Feiran didn't know that the best way to save people was to sneak attack, but he just had this kind of psychological cleanliness, otherwise he wouldn't have looked at Wang Ce's handsome face but felt unpleasant and unpleasant, and owed people old spirits, ghosts and old spirits, Song Feiran naturally wouldn't be stupid enough to play a sign to save people, so he had to find an excuse and shouted: "You fled in such a hurry, isn't it a god?"

But unexpectedly, in a word, Emperor Wu suddenly changed, his eyes were full of violence and abuse, thinking of Wang Ce, but he had no intention of fighting for a while, and ran away. Song Feiran was surprised, but he didn't know that he was really right, turned into a streamer, and burst through the air attack!

Emperor Martial Divine Martial sensed the breath, and after a change, he turned around and next, shaking his arms faintly, and secretly awe-inspiring. The war is imminent, and Wang Ce is now a burden, and he is wondering whether to throw away this burden.

However, Song Feiran'er didn't give him much time to think about it, his breath exploded, and a halo of light above the sky suddenly dispersed. A sword flicked, like a Nine Heavens Divine Thunder in the clouds!

In a flash, Wang Ce was so depressed that he was carried by Emperor Martial of God and fought several times. In the end, it was a burden, and the Divine Martial Emperor snorted and fell to the ground.

Boom burst and blasted a mountain. Emperor Divine Martial had no worries, and raised his hand to slap Wang Ce to death at the moment, when Song Feiran's eyes changed, and he raised his sword to the sky, and a surging sunset actually tore apart the clouds in the sky.

"Boom"! This Divine Martial Emperor was embarrassed and rolled over with a heel fight, and was forced to let go of his hand.

I'm a kidnapper, and I don't have any professionalism. Wang Ce was furious, and he couldn't help rolling down from the cliff. Thanks to bungee jumping, I finally grabbed a rock wall before I fell to my death.

After this moment, the whole body and hands were blurred with flesh and blood. The pain was so painful that he twitched, and he glanced at the two martial emperors who were fighting together, Wang Ce fell down the cliff with a lift, and disappeared into the mountain forest in a blink of an eye.

Good luck. When Wang Ce lamented his luck, he didn't know what kind of promise the big xiōng girl had made in exchange for the rescue.

Fortunately, this place is not too far from the ghost realm, and Wang Ce will soon die above the two Martial Emperors in the Nine Heavens...... I came to the entrance of the ghost world.

As soon as he came here, Wang Ce suddenly saw corpses all over the entrance, as if he didn't know who had killed them...... Here, the law looks at the people and horses guarding the ghost world.

A number of masters, as well as a martial artist, and even a thousand soldiers, were slaughtered. The corpses were piled up, and the blood was like a stream.

Wang Ce fanned the wind with his hand, but he couldn't fan the thick smell of blood. Silently looking at these corpses, her face was expressionless, and her mood was complicated and heavy.

An incomparably strong sense of uneasiness rippled throughout his body from the bottom of his heart!@.