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Lan Luo said lightly: "I am still me, I have never changed, and I have never been taken away from me."
Fang Ling: "In that case, why did you say those words to your mother?"
"As the saying goes, bad words hurt June Han. You should know how sad she is."
When Lan Luo heard this, he laughed to himself.
"She is just a tool for my emperor's rebirth. Is she worthy of being respected as my mother?"
"Hmph! She still has sex with you, which is an insult to the emperor's reputation."
"If it weren't for her hard work, I would have slapped her to death!"
"And you! Although she is just a tool of this emperor, how can you get your hands on my things?"
"Seeing that your cultivation is not easy, I reluctantly spared your life, but you don't know what to do and you still dare to find me!" Lan Luo said sonorously.
The domineering spirit she inadvertently revealed in her words definitely did not belong to Lan Luo, but to a powerful person who had been in a high position for a long time.
Fang Ling was silent for a moment and asked, "Is it possible that you are the Witch God?"
The movement of Lan Luo's hand stagnated, and he said with a smile: "You are not stupid, you really guessed it right."
"In the ancient years, due to some variables, even this emperor had to find a way to survive."
"This emperor will cultivate his body and turn it into a witch temple!"
"Turn my essence life soul into a well of creation!"
"The ancient times have fallen into silence, and the ancient times have passed away. For thousands of generations, this hall and this well will remain unchanged forever!"
"As long as my three souls return and my seven souls enter my body, I will be reborn."
Fang Ling was shocked and didn't know what to say.
It turns out that the Well of Creation can make people pregnant.
Everything is just a tool for the resurrection of this great power.
"My name is Wu Zhu, and I am the supreme emperor." She stood up with great pride.
"All the spells in the world come from the hands of this emperor."
"Boy, I see your bones are amazing. You are a good material for spiritual practice. How about a chance meeting with you?" m.
"Submit to this emperor and become my slave!"
"When this emperor makes a comeback, you will be one of the most powerful people in the world!"
"I have no intention of controlling Xuantian, but I can leave the eight regions of the world and countless hidden secrets to your management."
"Let you become the most powerful man in Xuantian Continent!"
She turned around, her appearance was slightly different, her face was more refined.
But she has the same figure as Lan Luo, plump and well-proportioned, and the white silk stockings slightly hug her legs. She is the best.
"Where is Lan Luo? Have you swallowed her soul?" Fang Ling asked.
He didn't care what Wu Zhu said, he just wanted to find out the matter so that he could give Lan Yan an explanation.
When Wu Zhu heard this, he snorted coldly: "You're such a lazy boy."
"You don't have much friendship with her. The only friendship you have with her is that you slept with her mother."
"Why delay your great future for these worthless friendships?"
"Senior, why don't you dare to answer me directly?" Fang Ling said with a smile.
Wu Zhu's face darkened and he said, "You ungrateful thing!"
"Lan Luo is my current self, Wu Zhu is my old self, and she and I are the same person!"
"In the past, she didn't know who she was, so she just called Lan Yan "mother" randomly.
"But now, I have merged with my true self, and there is no difference anymore."
"But I prefer the name Wu Zhu. That period of life will stay with me longer."
"I'll ask you one last time, are you willing to become my slave?"
Fang Ling: "What if I don't want to?"
When he came out of the mountain in his early years, Fang Ling wanted revenge.
After so many years, the desire for revenge has not changed.
But what he wants in this life is more than that. He wants to reach the pinnacle of martial arts and the pinnacle of immortality!
If you want to reach the top, how can you become a slave?
Wu Zhu said coldly: "If you dare to reject this emperor, you will die!"
Fang Ling raised his hand, and the natal blood sword condensed in his hand.
"Since you have drawn your sword and are prepared to die, I will help you!" Wu Zhu said sternly.
But at this moment, Fang Ling stepped back and disappeared into the void.
He had just condensed the sword with one hand, and used the large cutting technique behind him with the other hand to cut open the space for escape.
The guy in front of him was an unexpected existence that he recognized.
Therefore, it is not advisable to fight head-on, and you need to avoid its sharp edges.
Seeing Fang Ling suddenly disappear from his eyes, Wu Zhu's face turned dark.
She felt that she was being played. She was a great witch, but she was played by a young boy.
"Get back here!" She yelled angrily and reached into the void with her slender hands.
Fang Ling, who had already escaped into the turbulence of space, suddenly felt a powerful force coming towards him.
In front of this power, he seemed very small and insignificant.
He couldn't move and could only watch as he was grabbed back by this force.
When he saw the light again, he returned to the Well of Creation.
Wu Zhu stared at him like a tigress trying to eat people.
"You are flexible and flexible, but you have completely angered me!" Wu Zhu snorted coldly.
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The peach blossoms are still there, in the lonely Hanshan Temple.
The flower thief was lying on the roof with a piece of dead grass in his mouth, humming happily.
In the yard, Zhao Manzi was sweeping the floor and practicing martial arts with his tendons trembling.
The sword demon sat quietly on the bloody sword with his eyes closed. 818 novel
In the kitchen, a fat man like a mountain of meat was swinging a spatula, and sparks seemed to be popping up.
In the Mahavira Hall, under the golden body of the Buddha, an old monk with white eyebrows sat cross-legged on a futon, holding rosary beads in his hands.
Suddenly, the string of the rosary broke.
The crisp sound of the beads falling to the ground was clearly heard by everyone in the Hanshan Temple.
"Master, what sutra did you recite today? You actually scattered all the beads."
On the roof, the flower thief spit out the dead grass from his mouth and sneered.
In the kitchen, the fat master who was as big as a mountain of meat came out with a rumble.
He seems to be a little fatter than before.
Zhao Manzi, who was sweeping the floor, frowned, suddenly stopped what he was doing, and leaned the broom against the wall.
On top of the blood sword, the sword demon suddenly opened his eyes, with murderous intent in his eyes.
The flower thief who could still laugh out loud just now suddenly suppressed the scornful look on his face and sat up suddenly.
"Damn it, we raised little Fang Ling."
"Who dares to take his life without me agreeing?" he said angrily.
He waved his big hand, and a terrifying big yin-yang hand struck at the great formation of annihilation from all directions that enveloped Hanshan.
But even such a powerful palm could not shake the formation at all.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" He waved his hands one after another, as if to vent his inner anger.
"Do you have any tricks?" he asked.
"Amitabha!" Under the Buddha's golden body, the old monk slowly stood up.
"I have a method that can help him from a distance."
"It just requires a lot of Daoxing from everyone."
"Master, just use it!" The four of them arrived in the main hall in an instant.
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Beside the Well of Creation.
Plop, plop, Fang Ling's heart was beating wildly.
But at this time, he had lost the power to resist. Wu Zhu reached into his heart with one hand and held his immortal heart tightly.
"I didn't expect that the heart of the alien demon ancestor would actually be in you."
"No wonder you have such cultivation at such a young age." Wu Zhu chuckled.
"Although the heart of the Demon Ancestor is temporarily one with you, the Demon Ancestor will one day replace you."
"Hegei, when I met you, it was all due to the will of heaven. You nipped my Xuantian troubles in the cradle in advance."
Wu Zhu was about to peel off Fang Ling, the demon ancestor's heart, but at this moment, five phantoms suddenly appeared on Fang Ling's body.
Among these five people, an old monk with white eyebrows is in the middle, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and hands clasped together, as if the real Buddha is alive.
The sword demon Zhao Manzi was on his left and right, one wielding a sword majestically, the other with soaring energy and blood.
The flower thief changed his frivolous appearance and showed nobility, occupying the far left position.
The Plague Emperor Zhang Qing is as majestic as a mountain, standing on the far right, with cold eyes and brows. Some people are dead, but not completely dead...