My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chapter 177 Mozun, You Are Finally Here (Subscribe)

"The devil, have you bewitched your husband?"

Looking at the pale middle-aged man in front of him who seemed to be wearing makeup, the princess was dumbfounded, feeling that something was wrong.

"That's right, my husband and I fall in love with each other because the devil is too handsome. No matter what, the devil must die. Quick, catch this woman."

The middle-aged man gave an order, and many demon disciples behind him rushed towards the princess at the same time.

The momentum is fierce and the murderous intention is awe-inspiring.

Everyone exudes a monstrous bloody smell, and it is obvious that countless lives have been stained on their hands.

This is the way of magic, which is cruel killing.

There is no moral at all.

Han Lingxuan's face was pale, her lips were biting tightly, and the little maid behind her was also trembling.

Obviously, the princess was very scared, very scared.

After all, she has just stepped into the world of practice, even with the help of the Demon Venerable Dual Cultivator, coupled with the assistance of the wedding dress divine body, she can only barely reach the second-rank realm.

Moreover, he has not yet experienced the baptism of killing.

"Meow!"

There was a meowing sound.

At this moment, Baixue Shimao jumped out, eyes like glazed glass, the moment a demon disciple just rushed in front of him.

The cat's paw popped out.

The snow curtain was torn apart and turned into arcs.

Grabbed the chest of a demonic disciple, and killed the demonic disciple in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the claw continued to dance, and cut another demon
on the neck of the believer.

Cut the other party's throat, and blood spurted out like a spring.

The cat kept blinking, stunned everyone, including Han Lingxuan.

She took a deep breath, her red phoenix eyes gradually calmed down, and then she gently pulled out the jadeite hairpin on her head, clenched her hands tightly, and was about to throw the hairpin out.

But as if thinking of something, there was a slightly worn-out hairpin in her hand. This hairpin belonged to her before, and the hairpin that was pulled out from her head was given to her by the Demon Lord.

She stared at the two hairpins in a daze, then bit her red lips lightly.

Putting away the hairpin Fang Yang gave her, she flicked her wrist.

call out!
The worn-out jadeite hairpin flashed a green light in the blizzard.

In an instant, it passed through the eyebrows of a demon disciple, killing him, and then, the bloody hairpin flew into her hand again.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!
The hairpin kept dripping blood.

Dirty blood stained her dress, making her tremble slightly.

Paled face.

The palms were trembling constantly.

It is enough to prove how terrified she is in her heart.

Ling'er stood behind Wang Hao, looking at Wang Hao's back standing firmly in front of her, her fists were clenched tightly, her little face with baby fat was already full of tears.

She has been with the princess for so long, so she naturally knows her own princess quite well.

Don't look at the princess who is always so stubborn, and always claims to assassinate the demon king, but in fact she is very timid, she dare not even kill a chicken, the only thing she dares to kill is a bedbug.

But at this moment, the concubine resisted the blood stains all over her body and confronted these people, all for her sake.

For her, the most humble servant girl.

In an instant, Ling'er remembered the scene when the princess picked her up.

The concubine was majestic, but she kept holding her withered little hand and told her softly.

In the future, she will never be bullied again.

The memory is vivid, the back in front of her eyes is becoming more and more blurred, Ling'er covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying.

For fear of affecting the princess.

And this time...

shhhhhh!
The emerald hairpin keeps flying, drawing arcs in the wind and snow. Every time it passes through the wind and snow, it will take away a person's life.

The blood fell on the princess's complicated palace skirt, and fell on Tena's white and beautiful face.

It added a lot of filth to her body, but she still pursed her lips, not retreating a step, her body exuded a sharp light, and she was still muttering to herself.

"Stomp on a bedbug, trample on another..."

"Let you bully my princess, this princess is not so easy to bully."

She has a serious face, and Danfeng's eyes are full of solemnity and seriousness. He regards these people as bedbugs. Only in this way can he resist the nausea and fight.

After a while, there were more than a dozen corpses of demon disciples lying on the ground. The middle-aged man looked at all this with a gloomy expression.

"Waste, a bunch of waste, what use are you for?"

After speaking, he cast his eyes on the princess again, looked at the blood-stained appearance of the princess, and said.

"It seems that I really underestimated you. I didn't expect you to have such strength. But... that's it. Next, I will catch you and this little maid."

"Crush the bones of your body inch by inch, let you feel endless pain in despair, and let the devil know the heartbreak of losing a loved one."

While he was talking, he walked towards the princess, the wind and snow fluttered, and endless wind and snow wrapped around him.

It made his gaze become more and more ferocious and deep, and a huge Dharma image appeared behind him.

Standing tall in the snow!

As soon as the Faxiang appeared, it exuded a terrifying majesty.

This majesty almost materialized, freezing the wind and snow.

puff!
The snow-white lion cat vomited blood and lay motionless on the ground. The princess's face was also pale, with traces of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.

Watching the middle-aged man walking towards the princess step by step, his expression was indifferent and his killing intent was awe-inspiring.

Soon he walked in front of the princess and said hoarsely.

"As long as you say that the devil is despicable and ugly, I can save you from suffering."

The concubine's face was pale, and the corner of her mouth was still coughing up blood. Under the terrifying pressure, she was about to kneel on the ground.

She could feel the sincerity of what the middle-aged man said. If she kept slandering the devil and the scumbag, she might not be tortured.

Moreover, if it was before, she would really be like this, and she would still slander the devil without any politeness, and bring that devil into disrepute.

But now, she doesn't want to do that, she doesn't even want to say a word...

Maybe it was the bowls of porridge with red dates and wild ginseng, or maybe it was the emerald hairpin given to her by the devil, or the bunches of flowers...

In short, she kept her mouth shut and remained silent, looking at the other party coldly with her red phoenix eyes.

Exuding the majesty that belongs only to the princess.

"Why is that so? The devil doesn't deserve it at all,"

The middle-aged man frowned, irritated by Han Lingxuan's attitude, the pressure was even worse.

The little servant girl was lying on the ground, feeling that her bones were about to be crushed, and the corner of her mouth was also bloody, in pain.

This kind of pain is difficult for even a practitioner to bear, let alone a mortal like her.

But at this moment, she still gritted her teeth and said nothing.

"Don't cry out in pain, absolutely not!"

"Ling'er can't be a drag on the princess, and can't distract the princess."

"Also, the Demon Lord will definitely come to save the princess, and kill all these big villains."

"Empress Houtu, please protect the princess, the princess is the best princess in the world..."

She murmured, feeling that her eyelids were getting more and more tired, the snow in front of her seemed to be getting darker, and she saw the moment when the whole world was about to dim.

She suddenly saw a figure falling from the sky.

Great, firm, cold...

The black hair danced wildly, the black robe fluttered, and those eyes were like an abyss, almost able to swallow everything.

"Mozun, you are finally here, I knew you would definitely come to protect the princess..."

She didn't finish a sentence, and fainted from exhaustion, her pale, blood-stained face, with a happy smile, seemed to be heaving a sigh of relief.

……

Snow is still falling.

The moment Fang Yang landed.

Han Lingxuan and Baixue Shimao couldn't take it anymore.

Baixue Shimao's eyes were gloomy, and he looked sluggish, while the princess pursed her lips with a grim expression on her face.

That alluring face reveals her pride and self-confidence.

At this moment, she is number one on the rouge list in the Tang Dynasty, and the most beautiful woman in the world.

Smarter than monkeys, shrewd and unparalleled.

Except for the constant complaints in my heart.

"Damn scumbag, why didn't you come? If it wasn't for you, how could this princess be implicated? How could I have endured all this pain?"

"You wait, after you come, this princess will use the double cultivation method to use up all the 360 ​​postures that have been carefully studied in this icy and snowy land, and let you teach them all, exhausting you."

She gritted her teeth and just finished speaking.

In the endless wind and snow, a stalwart figure finally arrived.

In the past three years, she had hated this figure so much that she wished she could directly assassinate him.

But at this moment, the moment she saw Fang Yang, she felt extremely at ease, as if the sky was falling and this man could withstand it.

Then...

In the snowstorm, act recklessly with her.

……

Frozen for thousands of miles!

The endless snowflakes seemed to be woven into a snow curtain, just like that, falling down from the sky.

Fang Yang landed on the ground with a majestic expression, exuding a cold aura, as cold as iron.

He looked at the smiling little maid who fainted on the ground, and then at the blood-stained princess whose face was as pale as snow.

His gaze became colder and colder, as if a layer of frost had formed in his pupils.

Lightly step on the ground.

The terrifying coercion formed by the middle-aged man dissipated in an instant.

The snow is still falling, and the wind is still blowing gently.

And he just looked at the middle-aged man coldly, without saying a word, and endless anger had already accumulated in his heart.

It can almost burst the chest.

The moment he saw Fang Yang land, the middle-aged man couldn't help shivering, his legs trembling slightly.

A fear grew from his heart, but soon, he remembered the rumors that the Demon Lord was injured, and gritted his teeth.

"Devil, you are indeed very powerful, but now you have already lost your temper, and you don't know what level your strength has fallen to. Today, I will kill..."

Before he could completely stop his roar, he saw Fang Yang's pale face gradually returning to normal, and then, a terrifying aura slowly revived from the devil.

It seems that the ancient fierce beasts are gradually returning.

Afterwards, his eyes gradually widened, watching the endless blizzard behind Fang Yang begin to roll up.

The world is changing, and the wind is blowing.

A huge phantom slowly emerged behind the devil.

This phantom was condensed by wind and snow, it was ten feet high, towering above the sky, with a purple moon and a black sun tattooed between its eyebrows.

Mysterious and mysterious, wonderful and wonderful.

Immediately afterwards, lotus flowers began to bloom under Xu Ying's feet.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces...

The moment the first lotus flower appeared, the middle-aged man's face turned pale and he looked a little uneasy. After all, he was only in the realm of a leaf of Dharma Body.

Could it be that……

The decline in the strength of the devil is not so bad, and he is still in the state of the law body?
Afterwards, he saw the second lotus flower bloom, the third lotus flower bloom, until...the fourth lotus flower appeared.

He was utterly devastated.

His face was pale, his body was trembling, and endless fear appeared in his eyes.

Four... Clover Dharmakaya!
Damn it, who is spreading the word that the devil is seriously injured?
The devil is clearly still at the peak, and his strength is extremely tyrannical. If he wants to kill him, one finger is probably enough.

The middle-aged man was trembling, his body was surging with spiritual power, and he wanted to escape, but found that a terrifying coercion had locked him, and there was no possibility of escape at all.

He took a deep breath, and was about to say a harsh word, when he saw the foot of the huge phantom in the air.

There was actually a lotus flower slowly blooming, intertwined with the wind and snow that filled the sky.

Finally, five green lotus petals were formed.

"..."

His eyes were tearing apart, his whole body was cold, and he looked at this scene in horror.

"Five-leaf dharma body, how could it be five leaves? Can there really be a five-leaf dharma body in this world? How did the devil do it?"

The middle-aged man whispered, just looking at Fang Yang like this, his heart had already set off a storm.

The current practice world and practice system are all obtained from ancient times, that is, excavated from the ruins.

But most of those skills are incomplete and basically incomplete. Even if they have complete skills, they can only cultivate to the Four Leaf Dharma Body state.

This has become common sense in the entire practice world.

Before that, not to mention that he had never seen the existence of the five-leaf dharma body, I am afraid that the entire practice world had never seen it.

And now, this devil actually shattered this common sense...

He was in a daze, lost in spirit, just staring at this scene with horror in his eyes.

Then...

Click!

Click!

A series of shattering sounds sounded, he raised his head, and saw that the dharma body behind him had cracks.

The cracks were small at the beginning, and gradually became more and more dense, like spider webs, all over the Fa body.

Then...

With a bang, it suddenly shattered.

And at the moment when the Dharma Body was broken, he only felt that the whole world collapsed, and the sky and the earth shattered, hitting him hard.

Leaving him no room to resist, he knelt on the ground with a plop, spitting out a mouthful of blood, which even contained fragments of internal organs.

The meridians of the whole person are cut off, and all power is lost.

Almost a waste.

He stared blankly at Fang Yang, looking at those indifferent pupils, and finally realized how ridiculous he was.

If the devil wanted to kill him, he didn't need a finger at all, just looking at him was enough.

(End of this chapter)