Gift?

Zhuge Qingmin immediately understood.

"An Song, I didn't expect that you are really bad. When you were captured, the national guru not only forgives your sins, but also gives you freedom and various benefits. You are not grateful, but on the contrary, you will also murder the national guru's life." Han Zaijing scolded loudly.

An Song smiled slightly, tilted his head and said, "Not to mention me, there are many people present, who were once prisoners of the national master. Even if they were not prisoners, they still saw that the momentum was not good, so they were depressed and became small, and were impressed by the power of the national master, right?"

An Song laughed twice and said, "Everyone, I have no intention of being enemies with you, and I will not harm your interests. I don't even want to change the small world and the current system. You may not believe it. The little demon god Ding Yi, in fact, is one of the people he admires the most. He is an unprecedented and incomparable existence. In addition to admiring him, he also admires him."

Guan Zhongjian said: "If you do not change the current system and you do not touch our interests, then what do you want to do?"

"What are you doing? Of course you want to be the king of the underground world!" An Song said loudly.

"The king of the Tianlong Kingdom does not have real power. What you want to do is an emperor who combines royal power, administration, legislation, and judicial power. I'm not wrong, right?" Zhuge Qingmin asked coldly.

Ansong said: "What does that matter?"

Zhuge Qingmin said: "If that happens, you will destroy the current system and change the national system."

An Song smiled and said, "There is no way, who made my fist the biggest?"

Yuwen Jian was furious and shouted sternly: "Your fist is the biggest. Have you asked me if the blood-drinking sword in my hand?"

Zhou Shuguang's Yin and Yang balls, the white balls are brightly shining...

An Song smiled and said, "I, tiger, pervert, can beat you seven or eight of you. Don't look at you, you are not enough to see. Hehe."

Zhuge Qingmin didn't expect that An Song was not afraid of their threats at all.

"I forgot to tell you that Master Du Tao has defected to me. Speaking of which, we are now six to sixteen, and our advantage seems to have increased a little more, haha."

Zhuge Qingmin said: "Ansong, why are you doing this? Haven't everyone got along well all the time? It's not impossible for you to be the king of the underground world, but the national teacher is not dead yet. Besides, everyone can discuss everything. There is no need. Everyone must see the truth in this ghost place, right?"

An Song laughed loudly.

"Zhuge, I'm sure I'm right. You are a person who knows the current affairs..."

"Zhuge Qingmin, I didn't expect you to be such a person!" Yuwen Jian was furious and his sword turned around.

Guan Zhongjian turned sideways, holding the scarlet sword in his hand and blocked Yuwen Jian.

Laughing happily.

"Yuwen, you are a man, but you are obsessed with swords and are a little confused about practice. Who are we? We are cultivators. Except for the great way in our hearts, everything else is external. We are not burdened by the world, and we will not be bound by emotions. You are still a sword practitioner. The great way is ruthless. Don't you know?"

Yuwen Jian said: "How many people can achieve enlightenment? Ansong, do you think you are extraordinary? Who is present here? Who is not in the mortal world? I, Yuwen Jian, have not seen anyone who has realized enlightenment, and I am a vulgar person. I am burdened by worldly emotions and trapped by emotions. A cultivator like me, makes you, a great man from the great world laugh."

Ansong didn't care and waved his hand.

"Yuwen, we have fought on Ling.com. Let me tell you the truth, I

If you really fight with you, I can make you penetrate your heart with just one move. I cherish you as a talent. I admire your loyalty very much. I will not treat you badly with me."

Yuwen Jian said: "Yuwen's only advantage is his loyalty. Since you know that I am loyal to the national teacher, why should you bother with your lips?"

Ansong shook his head and sighed repeatedly, saying a pity.

With a 'sharp', everyone saw a white light flashing. When they calmed down, nothing seemed to have happened.

"Yuwen, when it comes to sneak attacks and assassinations, I am the king of this world. Aren't you boring yourself in front of me? It's easy to hide from open guns, but it's hard to defend against a secret sword. If you hit my sword, it's not good, right?" An Song said with a smile.

Yuwen Jian said: "An Song, you are so despicable. Unexpectedly, you are still poisoning the sword!"

Ansong said: "It's either my friend or my enemy. I'm never polite to the enemy. My sword moves poison, and the poison on my dark sword is even more poisonous! By the way, I almost forgot to tell you that you only have one hour to live. If you change your mind now, I can still let go of it."

Yuwen Jian lowered his head and looked at the left rib of the mecha. The sword hole as big as a needle. He never dreamed that the gap between him and Ansong would be so big. He could clearly not resist any of the three moves. He thought that the gap between him and him would not be so big.

Yuwen Jian stared at his opponent coldly.

"Come again!" Yuwen Jian took action again. This time everyone saw the battle between two sword powers.

Everyone thought that the battle between these two would be full of sword energy and was very spectacular. Unexpectedly, the battle between these two would be like a mortal martial arts master fighting. Both sides had no momentum. The two were like two collides with each other, but at the moment of collision, an attack of lightning was emitted.

Yuwen Jian ran in the air. The mechas on his body fell off one by one as he ran, and his pace gradually became heavier. In the end, his spiritual power seemed to be unable to support his speed. His legs and feet were trapped in the soft butterfly corpses. Under the action of inertia, those butterfly corpses were brought up by Yuwen Jian from the lake formed by butterfly corpses, and the sky was filled with...

Yuwen Jian fell down, but he quickly flew up again.

"Yuwen, I still say the same thing. I admire you very much. I hope you can do things for me. At the same time, I also want to tell you that you only have a quarter of an hour to live now. I don't think you don't know that this time I'm merciful to you. Don't be ungrateful."

Yuwen Jian took off his helmet and was exposed to the dangerous environment of the Butterfly Tomb.

"An Song, I'm going to kill you!" Yu Wen Jian shouted sternly.

Ansong shook his head.

"It seems that I shouldn't forgive you because I did something wrong. I originally thought you should understand what it means to 'do something to do, not do something', and I thought you were a piece of unruly jade, but I didn't expect that you were just a stubborn stone. Since you are stubborn, I don't have to be stingy and make up for this sword."

An Song sighed and swung a sword. This sword seemed casual, but in fact it was the secret of swordsmanship, secretly passing the golden needle!

Zhuge Qingmin couldn't help but sigh in secret. Not only him, but also everyone in the small underground world, felt a sense of regret. Yuwen Jian, it is said that like Zhou Shuguang, he was a great master who had already touched the threshold of the middle level of the Yuan level. Unexpectedly, he would die in this dark butterfly tomb.

Yuwen Jian stood firm. At one time, he thought he would die tragically under Ansong's sword. Ansong's sword was poisonous, and it was a very toxic nerve poisonous. Yuwen Jian asked his spiritual power to protect his heart and brain as much as possible, but even so, he still felt dizzy.

The last of relaxation

He could not escape the sword anyway. He must admit that the gap between him and Ansong was very, very big.

A sword attacked, which was Ansong's secret of swordsmanship, which was secretly shady and golden needles. It was invisible and Yuwen Jian could not avoid it. But there was no sword mark on his body. He couldn't help but wonder. Did Ansong let go of water at the last moment? He looked up at Ansong, who was also confused. At this moment, Yuwen Jian felt the dizziness in his head became even more intense.

After evading, Yuwen Jian avoided his all-out mystery! How could this be possible? The scarlet red on the tip of his sword could not be lying. Yuwen Jian had indeed hit his dark sword before.

Yuwen Jian can't avoid his usual sword moves, but he can avoid his own secrets. This makes no sense!

Ansong is a smart person, he is a very smart person. In just a moment, he figured it out. He moved away from his gaze looking at Yuwen Jian, turned his head to look at Ding Yi.

There was empty and there was a little demon god there.

With a bang, he was hit by a heavy hammer on his head.

It hurts so much that it doesn’t hurt, but this heavy hammer shattered his dream and completely woke him up.

"National Master, An Song knows that he is wrong. An Song really knows that he is wrong. An Song swears to the sky that he will always follow the national master and will have no other intentions. If he regrets, heaven will be punished and destroyed!" An Song said loudly.

Everyone saw Yuwen Jian but did not fall down. Everyone was still guessing that he would pounce on him in a few seconds. Unexpectedly, he heard the poisonous oath made by An Song to the sky.

Everyone had a glimmer of enlightenment in their hearts, turned their heads and looked in the direction of Ding Yi. There was nothing there, and then turned their heads to look at Yuwen Jian, and they saw that Yuwen Jian had changed into a new set of mechas at this moment.

Ding Yi woke up? When did he wake up? Where is his people?

Thinking that Yu Wen Jian stood up and fought against An Song just now, everyone couldn't help feeling ashamed. Although those who know the times are heroes, would Ding Yi betray Ding Yi repeatedly?

Thinking of this, everyone felt panic again.

"National Master, I've waited wrong, we will never dare to do it again..." Everyone shouted and muttered.

"Ghost screams, ghost screams, you are really upsetting, Zhuge, this time, you really make me look at me with admiration! Don't find reasons, and don't want to hide it from me. I'm lucky this time, and I can see clearly what happened in the present, the future, and the past."

Ding Yi suddenly appeared. He rode on Xiao Hei, his other spiritual pet Xiao Hui, lying on his shoulder. He cut off his long hair. It was originally colorful. Now he seemed to have taken a shower and changed his clothes.

He seemed not afraid of the toxic environment of the butterfly tomb. He did not wear a mecha, but an ordinary set of robes.

Everyone looked at each other, all knelt down and begged for mercy to Ding Yi loudly.

"Although your selfish and rude behavior was not beyond my expectations, facing Ansong's forced force, only Yuwen Jian stood up, which made me feel a little sad. Originally, except for Yuwen, I should have left you all here, but I am not a person who kills you indiscriminately, and you will not change anything. Everyone should get up. After you go out, even if you are a cultivator, it is reasonable to have arisen, because you are cultivators, and your Tao is like this." Ding Yi sighed.
Chapter completed!