At this time, outside the ancestral temple, a group of people came with murderous intent. There were about twenty people. They passed by the ancestral temple, only glanced at it, and went straight to the small courtyard without stopping.
The leader is a young man. He is tall and tall, wearing pitch black armor, with thick black hair tied in a crown. He has a pair of sword-like eyebrows, and his eyes are as cold as lightning. He is fierce and intimidating. His face is deep and cold, full of evil aura.
, furious and killing towards the small courtyard.
Among the crowd, several were You Bainan's followers.
Obviously, the young man in black armor who led them was their reinforcement, and he came to the ancestral temple courtyard just to avenge You Bainan's broken arm.
Next to the ancestral temple, the mute old man's carving knife paused suddenly, barely detectable, and then continued. The sound of the knife carving wood was still very clear, and it could be heard very far in this quiet morning.
"Peng!"
The leader of the young man in black armor was so unscrupulous that he smashed the courtyard door to pieces with one punch and broke in directly. He stared at the people in the courtyard and suddenly narrowed his eyes.
There are two people in the courtyard. One of them is sitting cross-legged on the ground. His whole body is covered with purple, black, white, green and red lights alternating with each other. It is very dazzling and mysterious. His eyes are closed and he is making strange seals with his hands. He is obviously in a state of cultivation.
It is Xia Mang.
The other woman in the white dress was naturally Xue Nianchu. She was blind and could not see, but she always stayed by Xia Mang's side and never left her.
From dusk to dawn, the night passed like this.
"who?"
Xue Nianchu had noticed something strange early on, and stood in front of Xia Mang, shouting. She was blind, her eyes were hollow, but her hearing was extremely sharp, so she naturally noticed the arrival of the black-armored young man and his entourage.
In fact, the young man in black armor smashed the courtyard door to pieces before, making a loud noise that anyone who was not deaf could hear it.
"Are you Xue Nianchu?" The young man in black armor stared at Xue Nianchu closely, and couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, with a strange blazing light shining in the depths of his pupils.
"Who are you?" Xue Nianchu frowned.
"It's really you!"
The black-armored young man's eyes narrowed to a slit, flashing strange light, and said to himself: "The woman who has the fate of Fengyi in the world is destined to be the respect and glory of the Phoenix Queen... The Royal Court of Yulonglong really threw you in
In the wilderness, no matter whether you ask or not...are they all blind, mistaking a real phoenix for a pheasant?"
He did not hesitate to travel hundreds of millions of miles away from the Northern Territory for a total of three purposes, and the most important one was to capture Xue Nianchu!
To put it more directly - conquer Xue Nianchu!
Fengyi Tianxia's destiny, destined nobility, contains infinite destiny. If you can conquer such a woman, then you can use the strange secret method to transfer the destiny, also known as "marriage luck", and change her destiny to heaven.
The rotation is transferred to myself, or even to the Netherworld Palace!
At that time, the Netherworld Royal Court may really hope that the snake can swallow the elephant and the tiger can eat the dragon, leaping above the Nine Kings Court, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Canglan Divine Dynasty, and competing with it for the supreme throne in the world of Canglan!
Grafting the "way of luck" is the act of stealing a dragon and turning a phoenix into a phoenix. It is an ancient magic technique passed down from the mythical era. The Netherworld Palace has an extremely long history, which can be traced back to the hell realm of six reincarnations. It masters several secret techniques that have been lost for a long time.
The fragments of the inheritance include the miraculous technique of stealing a dragon and turning it into a phoenix, grafting luck.
"Xue Nianchu, Xue Nianchu... God is really helping me!"
The black-armored young man laughed, his expression frivolous and full of ecstasy. He came here mainly for Xue Nianchu. He thought it would be difficult, but he didn't expect it to happen without any effort. How could he do it?
Not ecstatic?
Before he finished speaking, he rushed out, stretched out a big hand, and grabbed Xue Nianchu from the air.
His strikes were like lightning, extremely swift and violent, which shocked Xuenianchu and instinctively felt the danger, but she did not dodge because behind her was Xia Mang sitting cross-legged on the floor!
She couldn't avoid it, she didn't want to avoid it, and she wasn't even allowed to avoid it herself!
Xia Mang went through countless hardships, experienced life and death dangers, and rushed to the Seventy-Two Cave at all costs to find the whereabouts of the Phoenix Heart and Bones. He did all this just to cure her cold poison, help her escape from the sea of suffering, and protect her safety.
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But Xia Mang didn't know that she also wanted to protect him, just like when he was brought back to Nanzhao from the Cangming Coast by her, Xia Mang was stupid, silent, and bullied by everyone.
In the Hou Mansion, although Xue Nianchu's status was also very low, she still protected Xia Mang.
He is down and she is down. If we can think of each other at such times and risk our lives to protect each other, what kind of feeling would that be?
Rely on each other, regardless of life and death, as long as he is good, everything is fine.
Feeling the fierce energy rushing towards her face, a smile burst out from the corners of Xue Nianchu's delicate lips. She felt that her life was quite complete, especially after meeting Xia Mang, it became a little more colorful.
The only regret was that she couldn't really open her eyes and see what Xia Mang looked like.
"Xiao Mang..." Xue Nianchu whispered softly, with a soft voice, but it contained an inexplicable sadness.
Her bare hands shrunk in her sleeves tightly grasped a small knife. The silver light was clear, as if it had been carefully carved by a master craftsman, and it was exquisite.
At this critical moment, Xia Mang, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, seemed to hear her call. He suddenly opened his eyes, and two rays of green light shot out from his pupils. He bypassed Xue Nianchu and directly met the young man in black armor.
Come on big time!
"Bang!"
The two struck with lightning, and the green light exploded instantly. The young man in black armor also stopped his hand. His dark pupils suddenly shrank, and he stared at Xia Mang with squinted eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Young Emperor Xia of Eternal Silence?"
Obviously, he had already learned about Xia Mang's identity from You Bainan and his followers.
Xia Mang ignored the young man in black armor. He stood up and helped Xue Nianchu sit down in front of the stone table. He frowned slightly and said reproachfully: "Why don't you go back to your room?"
It's cold outside, and Xue Nianchu is suffering from the deep cold poison. Even if he has a sycamore bone and is wearing a heart bone fragment, he shouldn't stay outside for a long time.
Xue Nianchu shook her head slightly, smiled slightly, and said softly: "It's okay."
Xia Mang was silent, then he glanced at the gloomy young man in black armor, narrowed his eyes, and said coldly: "Who are you and why are you here?"
He seemed to have just seen the young man in black armor. He just glanced at him casually, and his reaction was dull.
"As expected of the famous Young Master Xia, he is so arrogant to the core!"
The young man in black armor was ignored by Xia Mang. He had already suppressed his anger and coldly snorted: "Netherworld King's Court, Netherworld's Thousand Tribulations!"
"You Qianjie? Never heard of it!"
Xia Mang said coldly: "The huge Netherworld Palace is just a Netherworld Palace, which is acceptable, but the rest of us are nothing."
You Wanxian is the great prince who was born with the Nether Diagram and the Wanling Seal on his forehead. He is the most outstanding genius of the Nether Palace. He is said to be unparalleled for two hundred years!
You Qianjie narrowed his eyes suddenly, with a sinister look on his face, filled with overwhelming murderous intent, and said in a cold voice: "Insolent!"
What he hated most in his life was being told that he was not as good as You Wanxian, and Xia Mang undoubtedly violated his taboo.
Xia Mang looked casual and casual.
Next to the ancestral temple, the mute old man paused for a moment while carving a knife, and said to himself: "Hundreds of difficulties, thousands of catastrophes, and countless dangers... The third son dares to be named after this. King Netherworld is so courageous!"