My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chapter 29 Please Demon Venerable Have Mercy (Read More)

The wind blows slowly.

Under the Mozun His Excellency, there are all corpses.

Blood was sprinkled all over the bluestone slabs, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Quiet, dead still.

Everything seems to be fixed.

All the disciples of the Devil's Cult stood there blankly, looking at the black-haired dancing figure floating in the air.

Thinking of the fear of being dominated by the Demon Lord again, he remained silent for a while.

And the remaining three guardians...

Also frightened.

Cunning, so cunning!
Sure enough, the devil was extremely insidious and cunning.

The so-called weakness is all a lie!

This is just a temptation by the devil, or a game,
The other party just sat on the throne so high, looking at them coldly, seeing them like clowns on the stage, jumping around constantly.

When you are addicted to watching it, or feel bored, just kill it casually.

Fortunately, they restrained themselves just now, otherwise they would be the ones who fell on the ground now.

The old man with white bones looked gloomy and took a deep breath.

He stuffed a white bead in his hand into his sleeve.

And the middle-aged man is also full of dignity, only to feel that this devil is getting more and more terrifying.

Use the sound channel.

"This devil is really too cunning. He actually devised such a poisonous plan. After this battle, his shadow may be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."

"That's right, going deep into people..."

Huang Fuling murmured, her tone trembling.

The middle-aged man felt that his wife's voice was a little weird, but he didn't think too much about it and continued.

"With the green hills still there, we can continue to lurk without worrying about lack of firewood. Aren't you good at poison? When you find a chance, you can subdue this devil with Broken Heart Powder."

"That's right, through Kuaihuosan, conquer this devil..."

Another whisper.

Finally, the middle-aged man noticed something was wrong.

I thought my wife had been frightened and foolish, and said the name of the poison wrongly.

Turning around to look, only to find that his wife was staring at the figure floating above his head bewilderedly.

The eyes are full of spring, and the fair cheeks are still flushed.

It seems to be intoxicated.

"???"

The face of the middle-aged man immediately darkened.

Use the sound channel.

"What's going on? Don't forget, our mission is to kill this devil..."

"Really? But why do I remember that our mission is to find out the secrets of this devil and take over the Blood Rain Cult when necessary?"

The woman came back to her senses and spoke softly.

"Yes, the investigation is indeed clear! But don't forget, you are my wife now, why don't you still give me a cuckold?"

The middle-aged man was full of excitement.

Huang Fuling said with a smile.

"Then don't forget, we came to the Devil's Cult to lurk, just pretending to be husband and wife, and you really started to control me?"

"you!"

The middle-aged man trembled with anger, looked at Huang Fuling for a long time, and finally said helplessly.

"Fu Ling, we have been lurking here for six years, three years and three years, you should understand my feelings for you. How is this devil better than me? Why do you like him and not me?"

"You are ugly."

Huang Fuling only spit out these two words.

For a moment, Yuan Heng was stunned in place, his face was uncertain, and he wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to speak.

In the end, he could only clenched his fists tightly and stared at the figure in the sky with hatred in his eyes, wishing he could swallow him alive.

In the end he took a deep breath and said indifferently.

"He is more handsome and charming than me, but don't forget how cruel this demon is. Over the years, how many people have died in the Demon Pavilion, are you sure you can withstand his torture?"

"..."

As soon as these words came out, Huang Fuling fell silent, and the light in her eyes gradually dimmed.

In the end, the invisible is completely eliminated.

And this scene happened to fall into Yuan Heng's eyes, making him snort coldly, feeling like he had won a victory.

The top of the head felt a little cooler, no longer like before, as if wearing a hat.

……

Zhang Sheng died completely.

One after another, black silk threads emerged from his body and burrowed into the ground.

It was just like withered vines, exuding a foul smell.

Fang Yang snorted coldly, his eyes full of indifference.

This made me feel a lot more comfortable.

Now he is Fang Yang Mozun, Fang Yang Mozun is him, and the two have long been merged into one.

But this guy Zhang Sheng actually used a book of basic exercises to buy his life, he deserved his death!

The rebellious ministers and thieves died, and the devil revived.

Everyone in the Devil's Cult knows that today's incident is probably over, and they are about to leave.

Buzz!
The dharma body continued to tremble!

Fang Yang stretched out his palm, and the Dharma Body stretched out the big hand of Void, and dragged out several Demon Cultists.

Just hold it in your hand.

The faces of all the Demon Cultists were pale, trembling with fright.

They were none other than Zhang Sheng's subordinates, who belonged to the chain of subcontracting.

When Fang Yang handed over the soul-suppressing stone before, there was a breath of Xuan Tiance in the stone, which was so hidden that no one could detect it.

But once someone touches it, the breath will stick to him.

As a result, Fang Yang noticed it.

This is cutting the weeds and eradicating the roots!

"Mozun, please spare us, we are innocent!"

"We don't dare anymore, please give us another chance."

"..."

Everyone was so frightened that they wept bitterly, begging so hard.

In the end, it was Fang Yang's cold gaze.

Then, with a firm grip,
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The sound of the body breaking down sounded, and the flesh and blood splattered.

Another burst of screams came from outside the Mozun Pavilion, and all of Zhang Sheng's disciples died.

"Zhang Sheng's subordinates dare to challenge the majesty of the deity. These disciples of his are gangsters, and they deserve to die! Are you convinced?"

Fang Yang spoke coldly on the Cangsheng Clock.

The sound spread all over the world.

"..."

No one answered, and everyone's faces were pale.

One by one was terrified to the extreme.

If you don't even dare to say more, how dare you refute?
But at this time, Fang Yang made another move, just clenched his palm like this, and grabbed Yuan Heng.

Yuan Heng can be regarded as a master in the realm of the great master, but under this claw, there is no room for resistance.

Just like that, Fang Yang caught him directly in front of him.

Then, a finger pointed out and touched his forehead.

Rumble!
The strong wind was rippling, and a terrifying breath pierced his body, tearing his flesh and blood crazily.

In the next second, the three lotus flowers above his head began to wither.

One, two, three...

The lotus has completely withered like this,
fall to the ground.

And his breath quickly became weak, and a mouthful of blood spat out from the corner of his mouth. He was obviously severely injured, and he fell from the realm of the great master to the realm of the master.

Bang!
With a wave of his palm, Fang Yang threw the opponent away.

It smashed hard on the bluestone slab in front of Mozun Pavilion.

said coldly.

"As a Dharma protector, can you obey me if you sit back and watch the rebellion without escorting you?"

Yuan Heng lowered his head and gritted his teeth. He was obviously aggrieved to the extreme, but he didn't dare to resist.

Can only be humble.

"The subordinates are convinced!"

"Humph!"

Fang Yang snorted coldly, then stretched out his hand in the same way, and grabbed Huang Fuling.
Just about to do the same to eliminate the three flowers on the opponent's head.

Huang Fuling suddenly said charmingly.

"Please show mercy..."

(End of this chapter)