Author ~ Desperate Cow

Chapter 215 ~ Xue'er wants

The cold light that Sima Xiongying, the head of Wuji Gate, shot out was a snow-white short sword three inches long and one finger wide, and this short sword was his natal magic weapon. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Dang!"

The blood splash that Sima Xiongying imagined did not appear, and after hearing this sound, he knew that he had encountered an iron plate today.

Seeing that his natal magic weapon was on Chu Nan's neck, he didn't even leave a white mark, thinking that Chu Nan was a physical cultivation monk of the Jiaolong clan, Sima Xiongying opened his mouth and spewed out a blue flame.

As soon as the blue flame came out, the temperature in the study immediately rose to a terrifying level, and the wooden floor and wooden table in the study all made a crackling sound one after another.

This blue flame was like a sharp sword, shooting towards the top of Chu Nan's head.

Although the temperature of the blue flame is high, Chu Nan is not afraid, the hardness of his zombie body has reached the hardness of King Kong glass, and it is not something that the flame can hurt.

Chu Nan didn't care about the blue flame, nor did he have the sneak attack of Cangbeitian and Ye Qingsong on the left and right sides behind him, and directly grabbed Sima Xiongying's natal flying sword with his hand and shook it hard.

"Quack-boom-bump"

The flying sword in Chu Nan's hand shattered into countless iron powders, flowing down the gaps between his fingers and towards the ground.

"Puff puff!"

Just when the natal magic weapon was destroyed, Sima Xiongying, the head of the Wuji Sect, turned pale, and when he opened his mouth, he spurted out three mouthfuls of essence blood, his eyes immediately withered, and more than half of the black hair on his head turned gray-white.

Sima Xiongying didn't know when there was an extra pill in his hand, and just after taking the pill, before he could swallow it in his stomach, he squirted out the pill he had just swallowed, and a pair of eyes stared at his chest in disbelief.

Chu Nan's palm holding Sima Xiongying's heart was filled with black light, and the blood in Sima Xiongying's body flowed into Chu Nan's hand along his broken heart, and after a breath, Sima Xiongying became a dry corpse, Chu Nan shook slightly, and the dried corpse turned into ashes, and at the same time, Chu Nan's hand had an extra bead of essence and blood.

Spike kill, this is an absolute sec kill, seeing that the senior brother Sima Xiongying was killed by Chu Nan in seconds, Cang Beitian and Ye Qingsong were both resurrected.

No one knows the strength of the head Sima Xiongying better than the two of them, although only the mid-stage cultivation of Jindan, with the natal magic weapon and the high-temperature blue flame, even the late-stage Jindan monk is not his opponent, especially the blue flame, even the Yuanying monk has to be afraid of three points, and dare not be burned by it.

Chu Nan didn't look back, but his thoughts moved, the nails in his hands fell off, turning into ten black mangs and walking back and forth on Cangbeitian and Ye Qingsong, and the two of them were like broken porcelain bottles, which were spliced together and full of cracks.

Chu Nan casually shot out two black mangs and shot into the bodies of the two, the flesh of the two dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a bead of essence blood condensed into a body of essence blood, which was collected by Chu Nan into the blue space.

A quarter of an hour later, the disciples of the Wuji Sect only heard a loud bang coming from the master's study, and then saw a colorful cloud flying out of the sect. For this colorful cloud, although the disciples of Wuji Sect did not know it, they all knew that this was the flying magic weapon of the Keqing of the Zhengqi Sect.

Although these disciples didn't know what was going on in the master's study, they were all instructed in advance not to allow them to go over no matter what happened in the master's study. It wasn't until ten years later that the disciples of Wuji Sect learned that their head and the two Jindan Ancestors were dead. There was no large-scale sect where the Jindan Ancestor was in charge, and it was wiped out after a few years, and there was no Wuji Gate in the world from then on.

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As the saying goes, there is a debtor who is wronged, Chu Nan killed the three Jindan monks of Wuji Gate, and did not kill innocent people to slaughter the low-level disciples of Wuji Gate.

On the colorful clouds, Chu Nan opened one storage bag after another and counted the items inside, these storage bags belonged to the head of Wujimen and the other two Jindan monks.

These three people will not be the rulers of a large sect, and the cultivation materials in the storage bag are definitely rich among the Jindan monks, even the ordinary Yuanying monks may not have as many as them.

Although there are a lot of these materials, Chu Nan didn't put them in his eyes, the value of these materials is not enough for him to earn by painting a master-level talisman for a few days.

But there was something in the storage bag of Sima Xiongying, the head of Wujimen, that caught his interest, it was a fist-sized red blue bead, which seemed to be made of ice, but its surface had a very high temperature, like a red-hot iron bead.

Chu Nan played with the blue bead and found that the aura on the bead was somewhat similar to the blue flame that Sima Xiongying shot out.

At this moment, the spirit beast bag on Chu Nan's waist trembled, and his consciousness moved, only to see the tail of the little Jiaolong boiling the snow and keep slapping the edge of the spirit beast bag.

As soon as Chu Nan's thoughts moved, Chu Wan and Xiao Jiaolong appeared on the colorful clouds.

As soon as the little Jiaolong stood on the colorful clouds, he pounced on Chu Nan like crazy, and the dragon was about to swallow the blue beads in his hand.

As soon as Chu Nan's arm was raised, the little Jiaolong bit into the air, and one piece was bitten in the air seven or eight times.

Xiao Jiaolong was so anxious that he was about to cry, and said pitifully: "I want it, Brother Chu Nan, I want it, can you give it to me......?" Cher can't stand it anymore......"

These few words can make Chu Nanlei not light, when he was stunned, a red tongue stretched out from the dragon's mouth to boil Tianxue, and as soon as he rolled it in his hand, the blue beads entered the mouth of the little Jiaolong who boiled Tianxue.

A hint of cunning flashed on the little Jiaolong's face, and then he fell headlong on the clouds.

Chu Nan's divine sense moved and began to check the physical condition of the boiling snow, and found that she was in a state similar to cultivation, and she was relieved that there was no problem with her body.

Chu Wan looked at the boiling snow that fell to the ground, and said with a relational face:

"Brother, Sister Xue'er is okay!"

"Xue'er is fine!" Chu Nan touched Chu Wan's head and said, "Wan'er, we are ladies, don't learn from Xue'er when you eat in the future, you have to be quiet, you know?"

Chu Wan seemed to understand and said: "Wan'er, if you don't learn from Sister Xue'er, Wan'er wants to be a lady." ”

Chu Wan suddenly spoke: "Brother, you give me the sound transmission jade slip to use, I miss my sister and want to talk to her." ”

Chu Nan took the sound transmission jade slip and handed it to Chu Wan, she took the sound transmission jade slip and chatted with stiff red clothes.

Chu Nan and Chu Wan now have a habit every day, that is, chatting with Stiff Hongyi, he chats with Stiff Hongyi is the most painful, as soon as he chats, Xiao Chu Nan is disobedient, Chu Nan and the Empress of the Remnant Soul also chat with Yujian every day, talking about love and love.

After a while, Chu Wan gave Chu Nan the sound transmission jade Jane, and Chu Nan and Zhuang Hongyi began to talk about me, I want you.