surnamed Wang

Chapter 681
The appearance of several people immediately made the atmosphere awkward. Who else could there be other than Wang Gangquan for that young man who speaks out loud.

Low-level monks rashly getting involved in high-level battles are tantamount to dying in vain. The old man has accepted his fate and does not want these juniors to be buried with him. Just as he was about to tell them to leave, Wang Quanquan waved his hand and said:

"Brothers, the wind is blowing hard."

After saying that, he turned around and left first, and the rest of them were stunned for a moment, and then followed his footsteps and quickly fled away.

It was the first time for the old man to see such a shameless guy who was greedy for life and afraid of death at such an old age. The key was that the other party was a disciple of Immortal Emperor Changsheng. Such a monk was a shame to the three immortals.

The old man acted decisively, pretending to be anxious and said:

"Martial Nephew Zhao, run, as the Holy Son of Sanxian Island, you must protect yourself."

Hearing the shouts from behind, Wang Gangquan still kept walking, and said while running:
"Who is the old fellow talking to?"

"Of course it's you, how can there be anyone else with the surname Zhao here?"

"What kind of joke is he talking about 'Holy Son'?"

Just when he was wondering, a flash of red suddenly flashed beside him. Before they could react, Wang Gangquan's figure had disappeared, and Yueming, Canghai and Shitongtian also disappeared with him.

In the distance, the old man felt a little scared and touched his neck. After confirming that there was no noose, he said with a long sigh of relief:

"Nephew, nephew, don't blame this old man for being cruel. I will report to the Immortal Emperor when I go back, and tell the praises of your heroic deeds to the Three Realms."

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Wrapped by the red mist, Wang Gingquan passed through cracks in the space, and ghosts and wolves howled incessantly in his ears, which made him have a splitting headache.

After an unknown amount of time, the surroundings fell into silence again. He raised his eyes and looked around, only to find that he was in a strange starry sky.

Until now, his mind is still dazed, and those three philosophical questions are very suitable for the current situation: Who am I?Where do I come from?Where are you going?

"You are the Holy Son of the Three Immortals?" The cold voice sounded in his ears, scaring him to his wits.

"Senior, did you arrest the wrong person?" Wang Bingquan forced a smile.

The woman heard that the ten fingers of green onion had sharp nails visible to the naked eye, and said without any emotion in her voice:

"I wasted a lot of vitality, it turned out to be a fake, I will kill you."

Seeing this, the three people next to him immediately put on a posture as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Wang Gangquan stopped them with dark eyes, then patted his forehead and suddenly said:
"Look at my brain, Zongmen Xiaobi Immortal Emperor did mention it not long ago. He was busy counting the rewards, so he forgot."

The woman leaned forward and sized her up several times. If it wasn't for the fact that her nails hadn't been retracted, Wang Gangquan would have put his palms together and pretended to say, "Female benefactor, please respect yourself."

After a while, Ning Ji withdrew her gaze, turned to look at the others and said:
"The three of you defected to the Yangcang Realm. Do you want to go back with me for trial, or die here now?"

The eyes of the three looked at Wang Quanquan at the same time, it was rare for the latter to be righteous:
"I'm afraid the fairy has misunderstood. I'm not familiar with them. The fight was quite lively before."

"Whether you are a traitor or not is not up to you alone. This matter will be decided by the Emperor Yang."

"Then don't stick around, let's go quickly." Hearing this, Wang Gangquan acted more anxious than the other party.

"Is that why you want to die?"

"To tell the truth to seniors, this junior once saw Lord Yanghuang's back from afar outside the Spirit Gate, and his upright figure is unforgettable to this day. Now I can't wait to see him again."

The woman frowned slightly when she heard the words, and thought to herself how could the Saint Son of the Three Immortals be such a thing, and she wouldn't be fooled by that old thing, right?

The matter of the Holy Son is very important, even if she knows it is false, she still has to give it a go, besides, the other party has good qualifications, the old guy has lived for a thousand years, so he will not waste a good seedling for his own survival, right?
Wang Gingquan's face was full of smiles, but in fact, he had already greeted the great elder and eight generations of ancestors in his heart, and now he was sure that the old bastard sold himself because he was greedy for life and afraid of death, and he really lived to the age of a dog. body.

He still didn't dare to tell the truth, judging by the woman's posture, if he wasn't that bullshit "Holy Son", he would have been skinned.

While racking her brains to think of countermeasures, a noose quietly appeared around her neck, and the woman pulled the rope involuntarily and said:

"Go, follow me back to the imperial court to meet your majesty."

This was somewhat humiliating, Wang Quanquan lost his temper, and stiffened his neck and said:
"Don't go, my dignified son, how can I be led by you like a dog?"

"It's okay if you don't leave, I can still do business if I arrest your soul."

As the woman struggled with each other, the rope glowed with a faint blue light. Wang Gangquan felt his body lighten up suddenly, and when he turned around, he found that his body was lying on the ground with his eyes rolled up, as if he had lost his mind.

"Senior, spare me, I'll go, I'll go."

In the deep sky, a group of people was walking eastward. At the front, four white-faced Nether tribesmen carried a sedan chair. Behind the sedan chair, three people were tied up with ropes. Only one was strangled around the neck like a dog. If you move a little slower, you will be staggered by the rope.

On the eastern battlefield, everyone hadn't recovered from Wang Gangquan's sudden disappearance. Seeing the Great Elder approaching, Ji Lu hurried forward and said:

"Elder, the surname Zhao was kidnapped by that witch, let's go and save him quickly."

The old man shook his head with regret, "It's too late, Ning Ji is a thousand-year-old ghost who specializes in sucking the blood of strong and strong men. If she is not determined, she will be sucked to death in a moment."

The woman's eyes immediately turned red when she heard the words, and she murmured:

"It's over, this bastard is destined to be unable to resist the temptation."

Others also stepped forward, comforting them with sorrowful faces:
"Thinking about it better, fellow Daoist Zhao shouldn't be in too much pain before he dies."

"I just hate that he died so comfortably." Yan Lu said in a low voice.

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On the other side, Zhao Shuquan has been defeated by his opponent. Di Xin has no rules to follow in picking the twelve layers of stars in his hand. Every sword seems random, but it can always burst out the power to tear the starry sky. Even if he is immersed in the way of swords Zhao Jianshen, who has been in existence for hundreds of years, can't comprehend even the slightest bit of spirit.

There are three classes of swords, the swords of the emperor, the swords of the princes, and the swords of the common people.

The Tianzi sword is cast by the world, combining the four seasons of yin and yang, and matching the five elements and eight directions. Once this sword is used, it will be used by the princes and the world will obey it.

The common people's sword is cast with one's own body, nothing more than the internal organs, muscles, bones, skin and flesh. When this sword is drawn, it shows the courage of a man for a while.

Seeing that he frowned and said nothing, Di Xin proudly said:

"I am a great merchant emperor with 600 years of national fortune. How can you imitate him?"

Only now did Zhao Shuquan understand that he had practiced the wrong sword from the very beginning. He was just a scholar, but he had used the Tianzi Sword for hundreds of years.

After thinking about it, the middle-aged man suddenly laughed. He was always gentle and refined, but now he was laughing insanely.

Seeing this, Di Xin frowned and stopped the sword:

"Now you still have the opportunity to build a country and let the people support it..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the other party:

"Zhao Shuquan is a literati, and he is only a literati in this life. Immortal Emperor Taibai once wanted to teach him all his money, but was rejected by his subordinates because it was not Zhao Shuquan's sword. Now, I will also give this sentence to my seniors."

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(End of this chapter)