"Soft Snow's life is fine, it's just ......"

The way the black scales spoke really made Wu Xiaoyao angry, the black scales used to speak cleanly and neatly, what happened today?

"No matter what happens, just say it, I'm mentally prepared."

"Smack!"

Black Scale slapped himself with a big mouth with his backhand, and said guiltily: "I let you down, you just killed me." I wish I could die for my sins!"

Wu Xiaoyao only felt that the sky was spinning, his body shook, and he almost fell, he simply sat on the ground, his eyes blazing and staring at the black scales who didn't dare to raise his head.

"Say!"

"It is rumored in the Burial Sword Villa that Rou Xue, who is about to become Dongfang Da's wife, mistakenly ate the Seven Days Burial Soul Pill, there is no way to crack it within seven days, Rou Xue will become an immortal but soulless shell!"

Eating?

Wu Xiaoyao's face distorted by anger showed hideousness, and Wu Xiaoyao "Bang!" slammed a punch into the ground, creating a pit the size of a baby's head.

The huge vibration attracted Ge Liang, Yingbei, Baiyi, Xiong Thirteen, and everyone just pushed the door, and Wu Xiaoyao roared: "Get out!"

Everyone glanced at each other, slowly closed the door, and stood outside the door silently waiting, Wu Xiaoyao had never been so depressed, everyone knew in their hearts that Wu Xiaoyao knew what happened to Rou Xue.

"Eat it by mistake, all the Dongfang clan should be damned!" Wu Xiaoyao roared, as if a fierce beast had been provoked, and his irrepressible anger and killing intent came out of his body.

The monstrous killing intent could even be felt by a few people outside the house, and the biting coldness made everyone retreat step by step, instinctively leaving away.

Black Scale endured the torture from his heart in the midst of a strong killing intent, and he endured it willingly, hoping only that it would make his heart feel better.

"Go on!"

Wu Xiaoyao vented, and his sanity seemed to have regained consciousness, and Black Scale continued: "I didn't believe it after hearing this, and I planned to go to the other courtyard where Rouxue lived to find out.

Halfway to meet the bald donkey, I will never forget his smiling face, those eyes seem to be able to penetrate everything, I can't resist in front of him. ”

The more Black Scale spoke, the quieter his voice became, and in the end, he was so guilty that he closed his mouth directly, facing the enemy's lack of resistance, just thinking about running away, which was a great shame.

"How many days has it been since Rou Xue accidentally ingested the Seven Days Soul Burial Pill?"

"Tomorrow is the seventh day. ”

Wu Xiaoyao Huo got up, his spirit moved, and the second-level flying sword suddenly appeared at his feet, and Wu Xiaoyao rushed straight through the roof and flew towards the Burial Sword Villa.

Eating?

Wu Xiaoyao didn't believe that it would be eaten by mistake, and the seven-day burial soul pill knew that it was extremely vicious when he heard the name, and it was impossible for ordinary people to have it, there must be a conspiracy in it!

Knowing that it was a conspiracy, Wu Xiaoyao also went to the Burial Sword Villa without hesitation, he had only one thought in his mind, and the last day, he must find the elixir to crack the seven-day Burial Soul Pill on the last day.

Along the way, Wu Xiaoyao saw many people flying to the Burial Sword Villa, and Wu Xiaoyao was particularly conspicuous when they were also flying with the sword.

Those who can fly with a sword and are unwilling to ride a white dove and run demon beasts are all white and silver-haired, and at least they are middle-aged or older.

Wu Xiaoyao was white and tender, and his momentum was no less than that of the elderly, which naturally attracted a lot of attention, Wu Xiaoyao ignored the shock he brought to everyone, and rushed to the Burial Sword Villa as quickly as possible.

Wu Xiaoyao flew all the way to the sword, and when he arrived at the Neizhuang Disciple Academy, he couldn't hold on and fell from mid-air.

Pale face, dusty, messy hair, all of this didn't matter to Wu Xiaoyao.

He rushed into the courtyard out of breath, eager to see Rouxue immediately.

The courtyard was empty, and none of the previous disciples of Neizhuang could see it, Wu Xiaoyao walked towards Rouxue's residence step by step, at this moment, he needed to breathe too much, and his breath was chaotic, and there was no aura in his body.

Wu Xiaoyao has been able to persist until now, all thanks to his strong perseverance, and the spiritual energy in his body is empty, which is the most dangerous for a cultivator.

"Amitayus Buddha, do you still remember the poor monk's precepts?"

A Buddha horn, a monk wearing a patch robe, with a smile like Maitreya Buddha, blocked Wu Xiaoyao's way.

"Bald donkey, it's you!!"

How could Wu Xiaoyao forget that a few years ago on the streets of Xuantie City, this monk who had taken the ring concluded that he and Rouxue would be separated in a few words, and he never thought that his words had come true.

"There is a sea of suffering ahead, so why be persistent. The monk looked at Wu Xiaoyao with a smile on his face.

Wu Xiaoyao couldn't wait to beat the head of the monk who quit sex into a pig's head, he was still worried about Rouxue, the bald donkey of the monk who quit sex laughed in front of him, he really couldn't tolerate it.

"Bald donkey, get out of the way. ”

The monk put his hands together and said, "The cause of the past life, the effect of this life."

The little donor has my Buddha holy fruit on his chest, and I think it is related to Buddhism.

Listen to the monk's advice, the sea of suffering is boundless, follow fate, and do not be persistent. ”

"Get out of here!"

Wu Xiaoyao dodged and appeared at the door of the Rouxue room, and as soon as he took a step, his body flew out as if he had been hit by a strong force.

"Bang!", Wu Xiaoyao's body fell to the ground, Wu Xiaoyao pressed his hand on the ground, and jumped up directly from the ground.

Wu Xiaoyao glared at the monk and said coldly: "Bald donkey, you are a member of Buddhism, why bother with everything in the world." ”

"Amitabha, the little donor has a Buddha fate, the dust is empty, the monk only hopes to redeem the little benefactor, that's all. ”

"No, I'm willing to fall, nostalgic for Hongchen, don't worry about you!"

"The little benefactor is looking for the fiancée of the son of the monk's benefactor, and the monk has a reason to deal with this matter.

Listen to the monk's advice, the fate of the two of you is over! This is the will of heaven!"

The monk raised his hands above his head, signaling that Wu Yao was free, and the will of heaven could not be violated!

"Providence? cultivators don't believe what you say. ”

The corners of Wu Xiaoyao's mouth hooked up an evil smile, and as soon as his spiritual thoughts moved, the overwhelming spiritual thoughts rushed into the house, and there was no soft snow in the house, which made Wu Xiaoyao angry.

The bald donkey is obviously delaying his time, he is delaying time here, where did Rouxue go?

Wu Xiaoyao no longer paid attention to the bald donkey, turned around and ran out, and the monk behind him shouted: "Isn't the damage caused by the little donor's persistence to the Rouxue donor enough?

"Bullshit!"

"If the little donor doesn't believe it, you can go to the main hall of the mountain villa, where the soft snow donor is.

When you and I met for the first time, the fate between the Rouxue donor and you had already ended, and it was your persistence that harmed the Rouxue donor.

If you are so obsessed, the next time the life of the Rouxue donor will not be guaranteed, at that time, what can you change when you wake up? After all, it will harm others and yourself!"

Wu Xiaoyao turned his head violently and roared: "Bald donkey, shut up Lao Tzu!"

"Amitabha, the monk has finished speaking, the little donor, please do it!" The monk was barefoot, walking very slowly step by step, but in Wu Xiaoyao's eyes, he was as fast as lightning.

"I hope you and I won't see each other again, good, good!"

The monk disappeared from Wu Xiaoyao's field of vision in the blink of an eye, and Wu Xiaoyao sat on the cold marble floor.

Fate is over?

"Bald donkey, people in Buddhism don't speak, you lie to me, you must be lying to me! I don't believe in providence, I don't believe in cause and effect, and no one can separate me and Rouxue in this life. ”

After Wu Xiaoyao finished breathing, his strength returned to his peak state, and he did not hesitate to run towards the main hall of the Burial Sword Mountain Villa.

In the main hall, Dongfang Zhentian, the owner of the Burial Sword Villa, Dongfang Da saw Wu Xiaoyao, and his face did not show the slightest surprise.

Wu Xiaoyao glanced at the faces of the two, and his eyes couldn't help but lock on to the crystal coffin with crystal crystals in the hall.

"Wu Xiaoyao, my son sincerely marries Rouxue Girl, a mortal in the heavenly drama, Rouxue Girl ends up like this, and I have an unshirkable responsibility to bury Sword Villa.

This is an extremely cold ice coffin, which can lock three souls, and the soft snow girl has no hindrance to her life, and she can live forever. ”

Dongfang Zhentian's words are like five thunders exploding in Wu Xiaoyao's ears, people have three souls and seven spirits, and Rouxue has no seven spirits, isn't it the living dead?

"Evil animal, it's all a good thing you did, why do you want to persecute Miss Rouxue, otherwise she wouldn't have secretly eaten the Seven Days Soul Burial Pill!"

Dongfang Da was stunned, and looked at his father with a stunned face and angrily, it wasn't like this before, the plan was obviously to jointly abolish Wu Xiaoyao's cultivation, so that he could live in pain, in the blink of an eye, why did everything change?

"Father, you ......"

Dongfang Zhentian's eyes flashed, his hand waved in the void, Dongfang Da instantly rotted flesh and soft mud, collapsed to the ground, and couldn't believe that his father would kill him when he was dying.

Tiger poison does not eat children, this sentence is obviously not suitable for Dongfang Zhentian.

Wu Xiaoyao glanced at the dead Dongfang Da, the hatred in his heart suddenly disappeared, he retracted his gaze, and his hand stroked the extremely cold ice coffin, as gentle as caressing Rouxue's face.

"This extremely cold ice coffin needs to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, once there is no aura, the effect of this extremely cold ice coffin will be gone, it is better to place the soft snow girl in the spiritual rain secret realm. ”

Wu Xiaoyao ignored Dongfang Zhentian and muttered to himself: "Rouxue, Brother Xiaoyao will take you away." ”

"From now on, you and I will never be separated, and Brother Xiaoyao promises you that he will always be by your side. ”

Wu Xiaoyao put away the extremely cold ice coffin, and not long after, a disciple of the Burial Sword Villa came to report, saying that Wu Xiaoyao left the Burial Sword Villa alone.

"For the sake of the master's plan, your son's dead master will keep it in mind, and the Spiritual Rain Secret Realm will remain for a hundred more years. ”

In the empty main hall of Dongfang Zhentian, a huge sound sounded out of thin air, and then, a phantom figure slowly appeared in front of Dongfang Zhentian.

"Dongfang Earthquake greets your lord!"

The owner of the dignified Sword Mountain Villa, after seeing the phantom, knelt on the ground on his knees and saluted respectfully.

If Wu Xiaoyao was there, he would definitely be shocked to find that the phantom was not a monk who had quit sex.

"You did a good job, you can stay here with peace of mind in the future, and wait for the day when the master's plan is successful, and the benefits will naturally be indispensable to yours. ”

The smile on the face of the monk who has taken the color of the ring has not diminished, but the words that come out of his mouth are extremely cold, if Wu Yao is here, he must not believe that the monk in front of him will be the same person as the person he saw.

"The subordinates thank the adults for their cultivation, but it's just ......"

Dongfang Zhentian was halfway through his words, and the following words were stuck in his throat, he wanted to ask but woke up, the person in front of him didn't like others to ask.

The bright eyes of the monk seemed to see through Dongfang Zhentian's heart, and said, "You want to ask, why don't you tell Wu Xiaoyao about the Seven Soul Stones, wouldn't it be more convenient to tell him about it." ”

Dongfang Zhentian was terrified in his heart, the mystery of the adult in front of him was even more amazing, and any secret in his heart was not a secret in his eyes.

Dongfang Zhentian felt in a trance that in front of this person, he had no secrets to speak of.