typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter 1876

Chapter 1876

Xiao Buchong was looking for someone, limping hard and walking.

Along the bustling streets, he came to the Yu family mansion where Suning wanted to end the karma.

A brazen intrusion, the figure turned into smoke and went straight to the forbidden area behind the mountain.

So, after taking a breath, he stood in front of a cave overgrown with weeds, holding a green gourd on his shoulder.

After a short pause, he raised his right hand with bright eyes.

"Click."

The functioning defensive formation and the two killing formations hidden inside suddenly exploded.

"Crunch."

The stone door opened and smoke filled the air.

Xiao Buchong unloaded the green-skinned gourd, pulled out the cork, poured a sip of strong wine into his mouth and said, "Are you Yuhe?"

Whisperingly, a young woman walked out of the cave with a pale face. Her delicate body was trembling and her lips were trembling as she said, "Hui, Hui, senior, I am Yu He."

Xiao Buchong sighed and said, "Have you ever seen clearly the person who hurt you, whether he is a boy or a girl?"

Yu He shook his head blankly and said sadly: "The other party did not show up. The one who attacked me was a black shadow."

"After that, I fell into a coma, and I didn't know anything about what was happening in the outside world."

"When I woke up, I found that my whole body was bound by shackles transformed from immortal power. I couldn't speak or move at all."

"If you hadn't come to my rescue, senior, I would have died in the secluded place."

"Every day is not working, and the earth is not responding."

With a miserable look on her face, the real Yu He Yingying knelt down and expressed her sincere and frightened gratitude to Xiao Buchong, whom she had never met before.

The lame old man gave a soft "grace" and said thoughtfully: "The civet cat is replaced by the prince, that boy fell into the trap."

"Who is the one?"

"Wuxuanchi who accompanied Su Xinglan to the Xueqing Fairyland has that ability, but she will never do anything to Suning."

"Empress Xueqing is the most suspicious, but that woman has been under my gaze all the time, and I didn't even have a chance to go down to Xuewei Mountain."

"There is no one available for me, a bunch of useless trash."

"Furthermore, there are three woodcutters secretly guarding me. Looking at the Eight Hundred Immortal Realm, if someone can do it in the small Qingfeng City without being noticed, his cultivation level must be the 18th level of a true immortal, or even...

.”

His expression changed slightly, Xiao Buchong seemed to have thought of something, and two cold rays of light erupted from his sunken eye sockets: "Wen Dian."

"Whoosh."

Shrunk to an inch, disappearing in an instant.

In one step, he returned to the North Street Tavern.

Looking at the empty seats, he weighed and weighed again and again, and the secret voice said: "You three come back first, and we will discuss everything in the long term."

"Swish, swish, swish."

Figures appeared one after another, and the three old men asked anxiously: "What, have you found that kid?"

Xiao Buchong avoided answering and said extremely calmly: "If I guess correctly, the person who captured Suning is a person from Wen Dian, and it will only be a person from Wen Dian."

"Duan Ziqian has been stuck in the seventh realm of Semi-Saint for ten thousand years and has been unable to break through."

"And Suning once swore an oath to the way of heaven in the Demon Burial Mountains. Any fear and murderous intention caused by him will gradually become the obsession of that group of people."

"One step away from obsession to inner demons."

"Duan Ziqian, who is as prudent as he is a member of the Wen Palace inheritance, would never bet on the path of sainthood and attack Suning himself."

"As for the emperors and empresses in other star realms, their poor cultivation cannot be concealed from the perception of the three of you. Secondly, they are also scrupulous and do not want to cut off their own path and stand still."

"The Avenue of Saints, the sixteen big worlds that everyone yearns for. Regardless of whether there is hope of entering and becoming the supreme being in the world, who would be stupid enough to put ten thousand years of hard work on an ant from a small world?"

This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next