surnamed Wang

Chapter 682
After Zhao Shuquan finished speaking, a breeze began to blow around. Di Xin was startled when he saw this, and his expression was a little moved.

Zhao Shuquan closed his eyes slightly and opened his hands. A cyclone spread out around him. The cyclone was composed of the supreme sword energy, and it turned faster and faster, cutting everything along the way. In the end, even Di Xin had to avoid the sharp edge temporarily.

As the cyclone expanded, Zhao Shuquan's cultivation base also dropped rapidly, from Mahayana to Soul Residing, and from Soul Residing to Spirit Transformation, he was actually dissipating his kung fu on his own.

The whirlwind gradually dissipated until the cultivation base completely fell below the early stage of transformation.

At this moment, many powerhouses in the star field have noticed the change. Zhan Lu and Fei Mi, who are closest to here, stopped their movements at the same time, Zhan Lu grinned and said:
"Looks like someone is crazier than both of us."

Not far away, the Great Elder of the Lingyun Sect who was talking with several juniors also changed his expression slightly, and raised his head in a little surprise.

Farther away on the western battlefield, the former Immortal Emperor Taibai seemed to have sensed it, and looked sideways to the east, with thoughts in his eyes.

……

"Why is that so?" Di Xin couldn't help but ask.

"Everyone has his own aspirations." Zhao Shuquan opened his eyes, which were extremely clear.

"My swordsmanship is really so unbearable that you would rather practice it than learn it?"

Di Xin's temper is not good, but now he suppresses his anger and wants to ask for clarification.

With one hand behind his back, the middle-aged Confucian scholar said calmly:
"The sword of the predecessors, Zhao Shuquan is rare in his life, but still the same sentence, this is not my sword."

It was the first time that Di Xin met such an awkward person. Although he was only a few hundred years old, he was even more stubborn than these old guys who had lived for more than ten thousand years.

In the past, he would have slashed this ignorant guy with his sword, but now even he couldn't help being a little curious, wanting to see if the other party really had the ability to start all over again.

He snorted coldly, put away his double swords and said:
"Your innocence is very similar to a guy I know. I want to see if you are talking wild words."

As soon as the man finished speaking, a crack opened behind him, and a heavy black halberd protruded from it, piercing straight into his back.

With a gloomy face, Di Xin kicked the halberd away and said coldly:

"Lu Feng, is it true that the deity is afraid of you?"

A majestic figure covered in black smoke stepped out of the crack, and every step he took, the armor on his body rattled, the momentum was truly astonishing.

Facing the question, the majestic figure spoke for the first time:
"Escape from prison without authorization, plus 10 years of punishment."

After saying that, the halberd in his hand slammed down heavily, with such force that he directly smashed the incomparable Di Xin into a star below, and before he could escape, several chains stretched out from the four directions of the starry sky to wind up, including the star. into the cracks.

"Lu Feng, when I break the seal, I will kill all of you traitors." Di Xin's roar echoed in the star field.

……

A few days later, in the hinterland of Yangcang, a group of people came from west to east, and a tired voice came from the end of the group:

"Fairy, I've been away for ten days, when will I arrive?"

"Say one more nonsense and I'll kill you." A cold voice came from the sedan chair.

The man immediately shut up. He actually knew where he was, and even knew the way to the central court. The reason why he pretended to be ignorant was entirely to delay time and wait for reinforcements.

The woman's patience with him has long been exhausted. These days, the other party does a lot of tricks, urinating for a while, leaking for a while, and crying for being tired after walking for a while.

Ning Ji really believed it at first, and specially arranged a sedan chair for him, but in the end, this guy was still restless, and she later realized that he was delaying time.

Since then, Wang Gingquan has completely lost his preferential treatment, and even if he is really tired, he has to be dragged forward like a dead dog.

Judging by the astrology, it is estimated that he will arrive at the central court in less than three days. Wang Gingquan looks submissive on the surface, but in fact he is already in a hurry. Once he arrives at the imperial court, he will be unable to escape, just because he offended those people earlier. , everyone is high in weight, even the real Son can't escape death.

The other three companions were calm and composed. Wang Gingquan didn't know what they were thinking, but he also understood that they could put most of the blame on themselves if they just said "forced and helpless", and then they would really die beyond death.

Just as he was frowning, there was a sudden roar of spells in front of him, Wang Gangquan's eyes lit up, and he raised his head.

The sound is getting closer and closer, it seems that someone is being chased. In this special period, it is very likely that it is a team sent by the Three Immortals.

Hearing the sound, Ning Ji gently opened the car curtain, frowned slightly to let go of her spiritual consciousness, and after a while, she lowered the curtain again, and calmly ordered:

"Follow me into the nether world, don't make any troubles."

"Yes."

All the subordinates responded, and their bodies gradually became transparent, and the hostages were no exception. They were pulled into the so-called "ghost" by their shoulders.

In order to prevent any noise, the hanging rope was deliberately strangled into Wang Quanquan's mouth, and this treatment was only given to him alone.

Two figures, one red and one gray, passed by the side of the team, followed by several resident Mahayana monks. The fiery red figure in the middle was very familiar to Wang Qingquan, and it was the long-sought red figure.

He opened his eyes wide, and kept making a "woo-woo" sound with his mouth. The other party couldn't hear him calling for help during the roar of the spell.

Wang Gangquan didn't know how Yanhong got through layers of defenses to the hinterland of Yangcang, but he knew that if the two passed by each other, they would be separated from each other.

……

"Be quiet."

Seeing him making such a fuss, the Nether tribe directly hit him with a stick on the back of his head, not wanting to use too much force, directly causing the opponent's eyes to go black and faint.

The Nether people were also dumbfounded, they stepped forward to check their breath, but there was no breath at all.

Afraid that Emperor Hades would blame him, he went so far as to untie the rope and wanted to rescue him. He didn't want to let go, but Wang Gangquan made a carp stand up straight, kicked it over, and ran away with the hanging rope .

"Fairy Xihong, Xihong, Xi..."

As soon as he yelled a few words, the sedan chair behind him rushed out in a bright red wedding dress. Wang Gangquan made a decisive decision, and aimed at the hemp rope in his right hand with a ball of flames:

"If you dare to step forward again, I will order it."

As expected, the woman stopped and looked at him sullenly.

"Hey, I knew this was your magic weapon."

Wang Gangquan is not very serious, but his grandson pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger. The ropes in the hands of the others are all new, but the woman's rope seems to have been kept for hundreds of years. He boldly guessed that this is the opponent's talisman I don't want to be really fooled.

The woman was also careless, and actually used this thing to tie a shameless person. At this moment, the other party was sending the rope into his clothes, and said as he sent it:
"Don't mess around, I have a supernatural power, which can instantly ignite my whole body. If you don't want to burn everything, just send us back honestly."

"You think you can threaten me?"

"It's still exciting, isn't it?"

As Wang Bingquan said, regardless of whether he did it cleanly, he directly pushed the rope deeper, and it was about to pass through the waistband of his trousers and reach his crotch.

The woman's face was ashen, and she grabbed it out of thin air with her right hand, and the rope in Wang Pingquan's hand immediately turned into a stream of light and dissipated, and when she raised her head again, it was already in the opponent's hand.

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(End of this chapter)