He Miaomiao stared at the three heads, and the shock in her heart was indescribable. The True Monarch of the Transformation of the Divine Consummation, or from the powerful Tu Shan clan, was actually taken away within three days, so how strong is the strength of the Chongming Bird Clan?

In addition to the fact that Shouyuan was exhausted and could not advance, and his life was taken away by the sky, it was already difficult for the God True Monarch to die. Even if you are cornered, you can still separate your soul and lurk to be left to take it away or reshape your body.

But these three heads, there seemed to be traces of fire in the center of their eyebrows, and they were obviously drilled into by the extremely high-grade spiritual fire, burning their souls.

Killing three avatars in three days would certainly be a thrilling, earth-shattering battle. Even the residual power that was dispersed could make the fifth-order spirit treasure be affected, and everyone present couldn't imagine what the real battlefield would be.

When they came back from the shock, the first thing everyone looked at was not the owner of the boat, not He Yangui, who was standing in the middle covered in cold sweat, but He Miaomiao, who would be accepted by the Chongming Bird clan.

She still had a little surprise on her face, her eyes widened slightly, and she looked at the people on the ground a little distracted, for the real person in the field, she was still a child who had not grown up.

And this child, who is hundreds of thousands of years younger than them, will soon have one or several powerful clans around him, and it will be as easy as slaughtering a chicken and slaughtering a dog in the Transformation Stage.

If you can use it...... Everyone's eyes were red and their hearts were beating, and it was difficult for anyone to know what they thought in their hearts, but their attitudes towards He Miaomiao and Wei Changle were much more polite and friendly.

He Yangui looked at the faces of all beings, and in the face of the death that would come sooner or later, there was no peace in his heart. He thought that he had comprehended the essence of Buddhism, but at this time, he couldn't help but wonder, why was he so unwilling to die, and he still had so many desires?

He summoned the Tu Shan clan in order to let himself die with this filthy spirit boat and the sinful people on the boat. He felt trembling when he thought about it, it was he who washed away these sins, and he might be able to achieve nirvana in this death!

But the cold eyes of the Qingyu Boat Owner, and the human head on the ground, which had no breath for a long time, showed that in the end, he would only be the one who died.

He was unwilling, but the first three divine senses didn't need to envelop him, just lightly, if there was no place to sweep it, he knew that he even used spiritual power was a fantasy.

"Master Guiyi, why don't you speak?" The Qingyu Boat Master's mind had already calmed down, and he had returned to his beautiful middle-aged appearance, holding a wine glass and looking at him with a smile.

He Yangui opened his mouth and tried to argue two sentences, but when he spoke, he was so hoarse that he couldn't hear the human voice. His face turned pale, his eyes glazed out, and there was only one thought left in his mind: he was back to the way he had been when he was imprisoned!

When He Yanxin was dedicated to Wei Changfeng, he was not hateful. Locked in a dark prison in the dark, he has been accompanied by the Spirit Devourer for many years, so that he doesn't even dare to make a sound anymore, and he can only whimper for a long time, and that is only when Wei Changfeng forcibly occupies it......

Under the double torture of mind and body, he even forgot hatred, and he couldn't even remember what it was like to have hatred. Gradually, he began to pray for Wei Changfeng to summon him a few more times, and only by walking in the light and on the clean ground without the Spirit Devouring Worm could he try to say a few words.

His obedience was favored by Wei Changfeng, and in his cell, there were gradually no soul devouring insects.

He was able to speak well again, and every time he walked on the way to the inner hall of the city lord, he would tell the envoy Xunfang and Wei Changle that he was grateful to Wei Changfeng.

Thinking of Wei Changle, He Yangui turned white, raised his eyes and looked up, that person still looked like he didn't care about everything, uninhibited and casual, but now his breath was calm, and he was in a realm that he had never thought of before.

"What's wrong with him? Isn't he speechless at this time?"

The real person next to He Miaomiao, who likes to absorb people's spiritual power, glanced at He Yangui quite regrettably, after all, his appearance and demeanor are difficult to find in the world. If you can be romantic for a while, it is much more comfortable to die in her hands than to die in the hands of others!

"Hmph! What else can it be? He usually likes to talk about retribution, but he doesn't get retribution at this time? He finally escaped from the Tu Shan clan's control, and he also took the initiative to send us to others!"

The real person who was in the company of corpses and insects was cold, if it weren't for the fact that there was still a boat owner and a protector in the palace, she would not be able to hold back the hatred in her heart, and she would devour it with the idea of deworming!

There are many such scolding and sarcasm, ugly and euphemistic, which echo in the hall non-stop. The Qingyu Boat Master and the two Dharma Protectors did not stop them, Wei Changle and He Miaomiao both knew that He Yangui would not survive.

He Miaomiao's hatred in her heart is no less than that of others, for He Yangui, she only feels that it is too light to die happily!

In her spare time these days, she was also wondering when Tu Shan's family found out about her background, whether she had been aware of it early and waited for the opportunity, or whether she had only recently learned about it and used it immediately.

Thinking about it carefully, the Qinglang monks around her didn't know about it, and they had always been cautious about their training outside, so where would they be targeted early?

The handle left behind that time almost became a life-urging talisman, harming himself and Bailian. narrowly escaped death, but it also harmed the reputation of the Zi family, which affected the people of Qinglang.

If she hadn't revealed her identity and Zijun hadn't been there, Tu Shan's family wanted to slander the Panzi family, and if she wanted to introduce Zilu and Ziyan to come forward, she would definitely need to make more detours and make more effort.

And in that way, it is easy to show the horse's feet, so that people can detect the clues, and she and Qinglang and everyone may be on guard.

He Yangui hated her deeply, maybe when she found out that she was a member of the Zi family, she had already made up her mind to collude with the Tu Shan clan, handed them a sharp knife, and stabbed them fiercely when she thought she was safe!

A small talisman, carrying a few words, can save her life and turn the Zi family upside down again.

He Miaomiao encountered a lot of crises, but when she faced the head of the Liu family in the Tower of the Imperial Demon City, she was the closest she was to death.

All her struggles were in vain, and she still shuddered when she thought about it. So at this moment, she knew He Yangui's feelings too well, desperate and unwilling...... Until the end, my mind went blank.

Her hatred made her look forward to the process being extended indefinitely, so that He Yan could truly feel that he was just a small and weak scum, relying on Buddhist scriptures that he had never understood from beginning to end, and could not save and change anyone!

"Qingyu seniors, the juniors have something to ask for, and ask the seniors to agree. ”

Hearing He Miaomiao's words, Qingyu not only did not think she knew how to be respectful, but was happy from the bottom of her heart.

He wished that she had something to ask for, and when he heard her take the initiative to speak, how could there be any reason! It's just that in the face of low-level monks, he still can't lose his identity too much, the Qingyu Boat Master's face did not change, he glanced at her as if he was casual, and said softly: "You can say it." ”