Chapter Thirty-Eight: What More Could a Husband Ask For?
Yao Bu was confused, and he didn't expect that he would be locked by Li Hong with the talisman technique of the jade hairpin before leaving. Within 5,000 miles www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, no matter where Yao is confused, Li Hong is clear!
Seeing that Li Hong was in the same place, Baizhi Zhenjun obviously refused to follow his advice, and sighed secretly, and couldn't help but feel frustrated in his heart. On the one hand, he lamented that he was secretly investing in the pearl, but on the other hand, he still encouraged himself to continue to persevere.
"Fellow Daoist, the cult leader has fled. Since we have no intention of chasing and killing him, why don't we fly all the way to the Shenzhou Continent along the Endless Ocean, and if we meet a monk with Taoism along the way, we will recruit him, what do you think?"
This is a cliché, knowing that Zhenjun has mentioned this matter more than once, Li Hong shook his head slightly: "Yao Bufu is still on the endless ocean, I still have to find a chance to fight with him!
Baizhi Zhenjun thought that Li Hong couldn't swallow the anger in his heart, so he refused to listen to persuasion, so he admonished again: "Daoist friends must not be temporary. Searching for this endless ocean is not only time-consuming and laborious, but also has many unimaginable dangers...... Poor Dao expected that the sect leader must have gone to Wind Demon Island, if Daoist friends really want to intercept and kill that Yao Bufu, just listen to Poor Dao's words, we can go to Wind Demon Island and wait for the rabbit!"
Li Hong glanced at Baizhi Zhenjun and knew that he was also kind-hearted, but he was helplessly limited by his vision and knowledge, so he could only come up with ideas and be in a hurry.
"Don't you know, Yao is not afraid of the owner of Wind Demon Island, he will not go in danger!"
Seeing Li Hong open his mouth to explain, Baizhi Zhenjun's mood suddenly eased a lot, and after thinking carefully for a while, he spoke again: "Then he should have fled back to Shenzhou! Half of the well-known Daoists in the Endless Ocean have already surrounded Yao Bufu's side, and the Endless Ocean is no longer too tempting for Yao Bufu!"
Li Hong nodded: "If Endless Ocean has no temptation for Yao Bufu, then what temptation can there be for us?" After speaking, Li Hong beckoned, summoned a large piece of auspicious clouds to wrap everyone, and then flew to the northwest as well.
Half a bowl of water let out a sigh: "Finally, I don't need to cast a spell to fly!"
Without reading, he looked at the half bowl of water beside him, and couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Isn't there any need for us to follow them anymore......?"
"Less nonsense!" Half a bowl of water opened his eyes, and he was so frightened that the scholar who didn't read was silent, and he didn't dare to say a word more.
Split heart stuck out his tongue: "Good girl......! The heroine of the female middle school!" He saw the fierce eyes of half a bowl of water, and hurriedly changed his words.
Guangze looked at half a bowl of water, and then looked at the gentle and gentle Nie Pan beside him, and a strong sense of happiness rose in his heart: If you have a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for?
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"If I can kill this monster this time, I really don't want anything else!" Wu Yao said with a sigh as he looked at the wasteland in the wind and snow.
For dozens of days, the Beiming Sword Sect frequently mobilized the disciples in the sect and laid more than ten traps one after another. Trap after trap, just to lure the madman out of the depths of the ice field.
Three ambushes were set up in half a year, and each time they lost their troops, which not only greatly damaged the morale of the Beiming Sword Sect, but also really damaged the strength of the Beiming Sword Sect.
After thousands of years of recuperation outside the gate, the Beiming Sword Sect gradually accumulated this family business, for the sect master Wu Zhi who has the world in mind, the fourth ambush should be the last, and the mad demon must be ambushed.
The south of Shenzhou may still be in full of spring at the moment, but on the ice field three thousand miles north of Beishan, it is already icy and snowy. The blade-like wind pushed the palm-sized snowflakes and hurried to the world, ruthless, turning into ice once it fell, making a mocking posture to the world.
"Damn the Ice Field!" Wu Yao was wearing a black cloak, and the True Yuan all over his body moved around his body, Rao was like this, and the thousand-year-old ice cold was already chilling.
In mid-air, more than ten sword lights went back from north to south, communicating with the disciples of the Beiming Sword Sect in eight different positions.
Wu Yao volunteered to take more than 3,000 disciples of the Flying Sword Sect to guard the northernmost [Zero Plain], and further north, there was the uninhabited [Infinite Land], and only the desolate beasts from the ancient flood could live in the Infinite Land. Even during the heyday of the Three Sects of the Daomen, the Dao Scholars also stayed away from Wuji. Up to now, the Daomen has not set foot in the Infinite Ground for tens of thousands of years.
After the mad demon returned from the Vast Mountain, except for a few times when he went south to attack the Beiming Sword Sect, he spent most of his time hiding in the Infinite Realm. Nearly a month ago, the madman had made a desperate stance to go south, but it didn't last long, and he turned around and headed north.
Not far from Wu Yao's position, there is a [Ice Pine Forest], the branches and leaves of the ice pine are as white as frost, and the roots are upright like needles, so it is named. Red Silk led the three hundred most powerful Heart Fire Sword cultivators of the Holy Fire Sect to station here, forming a horn with Wu Yao.
The three hundred red-clothed sword cultivators were all elites in the Law Enforcement of the Holy Fire Sect, and because of their departure, the Holy Fire Sect's main altar seemed vulnerable.
"Chief Law Enforcement, how long are we going to wait here?" said a young law enforcement officer with some indignation. Beside her stood a heroic young woman, dressed in red, and even the sword in her hand was as red as blood. When you look closely, the flames on her forehead leap endlessly, as if they have the power to capture people's hearts.
"Don't worry! when the mad demon comes, we don't have to wait!" The woman in red showed murderous intent in her eyes: "I know you can't hold back your murderous intent." Believe me, these disciples of the Beiming Sword Sect will all be the souls of your swords, and none of them will be able to escape!"
As she spoke, the five fingers of her right hand kept opening and closing, opening and closing again, looking more impatient than anyone else. But those who are familiar with the Red Sword Shura know that the truth is quite the opposite, this is just Shura's usual movements, and the faster her manual moves, the calmer she is.
Without any sound, a coolly dressed man suddenly appeared outside the snow-white ice pine forest, he walked quickly into the pine forest, and encountered four or five Sacred Fire Sect law enforcement obstacles one after another, but he didn't see how he moved, but his body shook slightly, and he flashed to the red silk not far away.
"Tut-tut! It's so cold here!" the man was born handsome, but with a feminine temperament, and the first thing he said was to complain about the weather.
"With your kind of cultivation, you are also afraid of the cold?" said Red Silk coldly.
"Blind! No matter how high the cultivation is, it can't withstand the cold here, okay! This place is only one step away from the grassless infinite land, and my cultivation is nothing!" the man complained incessantly, causing the red silk to become slightly impatient.
"Tell me, what's the news?"
The man smiled strangely: "Red Sword Shura, he is really full of murderous energy." If you want me to say, you are so beautiful, why do you have to keep your face on the floor all the time? How nice it is to smile!"
The murderous aura of the red silk became more obvious, mixed with the cold wind, so that the man could no longer stand it. "Okay, okay! The sect master has sent a message, he is ready!"
Red Silk nodded, her eyes looking north, and she felt ready too. In the wind and snow, a tall figure was slowly approaching. (To be continued.) )