Mozun, she came across from the Nvzun country

Chapter 462 The Journey of Northern Swallow 02
"Besides, in the Plum Blossom Forest today, the old man can see that Jiuge has a deep affection for you. Jiuge was born into the emperor's family, and he is the heir of Nanxu. He has a cold heart and a fickle heart. It is extremely rare to be emotional. Jiuge has a persistent personality. I have deep roots in love for you, and I will definitely do everything for you, and I hope you will not disappoint Jiuge." The national teacher said, he was afraid that Jiuge would be trapped by love and put Nan Xu in crisis, and hoped that Hanyue Qiongying could understand Jiuge.

"Don't talk nonsense, this deity is coming to kill you, how can you stop it with a few words?" Qiong Ying said, countless icicles in the air were ready to go.

"Don't be obsessed, Jiuge really loves you, why don't you try to open your heart." Guoshiyu persuaded earnestly.

"It's ridiculous, delusional thinking that the deity will submit to Nan Xu? It's just a whimsical idea." Qiong Ying felt ridiculous. In her previous life, she was physically handicapped, but she was the heir apparent with great power. There was never a shortage of men who admired her, let alone her now.

"Aren't you afraid of being backlashed by evil magic and dying?" The national teacher frowned. Hanyue Qiongying was arrogant and even ambitious, and I'm afraid Jiuge would be difficult to control.

"You are really ignorant, don't you know that this deity has taken Helian Jiuge's Soul Requiem Orb?" Qiongying said, not to mention that she didn't need to take it at all.

"Actually, you don't need to take it. You are not Jiuge's opponent. Jiuge can share it with you." The national teacher is very puzzled. Why is Hanyue Qiongying so conceited and she is so confident that she can take Jiuge's soul-repelling pearl?

"This deity disdains, this deity is used to taking by force." Hanyue Qiongying has always been domineering.

"You are so obsessed with obsession, don't blame the old man for being rude!" The national teacher couldn't help being sullen, and he seldom gets angry after seeing through the world.

"Wait and see." Qiongying's eyes were icy cold, and the pupils seemed to be flowing with dark blood, and there was a sinister aura around him, like a dark king who had returned from purgatory.

The national teacher's face darkened, Hanyue Qiongying was full of hostility, even if she was born as a demon, he couldn't bear to kill her, but she was still obsessed with obsession. If she couldn't resolve her hostility, he could only kill her to avoid disaster in the world !
The temperature in the hall suddenly dropped again, the thousand-year-old ice almost froze the air, and the ice flew away like sharp arrows.

With a wave of the sleeve of the national teacher's robe, he swept away the flying icicles, but it took a lot of skill to divination just now, and it is difficult to resist the cold air that is coming at this moment.

Qiongying's palm turned into a strong illusion. This old immortal knows too much, and she will definitely be killed in the future, so she can only act first.

The national teacher immediately resisted with his palm, and the two phantom forces fought in an instant, and the candlelight in the hall flickered.

Qiongying pressed on step by step, and the intertwined phantom power was ever-changing, directly hitting the national teacher.

The national teacher was caught off guard, and was attacked by phantom power. He couldn't help taking a few steps back, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Forget it, your intentions are not right, and the killing is too heavy. Let me tell you, don't be obsessed with it." The national teacher's face was pale, knowing that he was invincible, and he barely held the wooden stick to support his old body.

"That's a lot of nonsense, are you dying, or are you lingering?" Qiong Ying's eyes were gloomy and alluring.

"It's all unnecessary." The national teacher exhausted all his strength, sat cross-legged on the futon, then closed his eyes, his body was like a withered old tree, his face was old and gray, his breath gradually became weak, and then the oil ran out and the lamp dried up.

Qiongying frowned, died so easily?

She hasn't done anything yet, is this old man committing suicide?Forget it, save her from doing it.

The last bit of candlelight was extinguished, and the hall was plunged into darkness.

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(End of this chapter)