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Chapter 29

secular world

Hua Qianzui opened his eyes, the familiar bed curtains, it seemed that he saw an extremely beautiful man before he fainted, and then he left, and then he fainted, when he fainted, he seemed to enter a familiar embrace.

When I got up and got out of bed, I felt like I had a dream, everything in the dream was so clear, and the throbbing when I saw the man seemed to come from the previous life.

"Who brought me back to the room?" Hua Qianzui narrowed her eyes and smiled dangerously.

"Go back to the lord, it's that man, he, he claims to be your master." The dark guard knelt on the ground respectfully and replied.

Hua Qianzui raised his eyebrows, and muttered to himself, "Master, respect." He read the two words lingeringly, as if he had called them thousands of times.

"Can you find out his identity?" Hua Qianzui twisted her hair with her fingers, smiling coquettishly and charmingly.

The dark guard lowered his head, "He is from the world of cultivating immortals, we can't find out there."

Hua Qianzui raised her eyebrows, "The realm of cultivating immortals?"

Ok?Suddenly, Hua Qianzui was taken aback, the spirit root was repaired?

Dark?Could it be that he was his master before he lost his memory?
Yes, that should be it.

So, that throbbing was from him to the master?
Hua Qianzui closed her eyes.

Immediately arranged everything, and then naturally opened the teleportation array and left.

Today's world of cultivating immortals is no longer the familiar world of cultivating immortals. It is desolate everywhere, and there are very few people. After asking around, it turns out that it is a war between humans and demons.

Hua Qianzui raised her eyebrows, twisted her hair, fighting between immortals and demons?It seems very interesting.

As a Demon Lord, he couldn't control his subordinates.

After thinking about it, I came to the battle place. Although the demon lord was beaten away, he came to the future, but he still sent people to make trouble from time to time.

When I came to Zixuanzong's camp, I found that many disciples came over to say hello respectfully and eagerly. Hua Qianzui raised her eyebrows. Could it be that he is still from Zixuanzong?
It seems that many things have changed over the years.

Seeing a familiar figure walking over, he called frivolously, "Luo Jinghuai."

Hearing the familiar voice that didn't deserve to be beaten, Luo Jinghuai was speechless and surprised, "Uncle Gong, you're back?" Glancing behind him, "Huh? Why didn't the little master come with you?"

Hua Qianzui raised her eyebrows. It seems that this person has an unusual status in Zixuanzong. Hearing what they said, he seems to be Miaoli's disciple. No wonder the person that day looked familiar, it turned out to be Daoist Miaoli.

Seeing that Hua Qianzui didn't answer, Luo Jinghuai took it for granted, "By the way, you haven't been back to Zixuanzong, have you? Junior Martial Uncle and Ling Martial Uncle are over there." He pointed to a man and a woman talking in the distance.

"Gong, Uncle Gong, are you back?" With a tense yet slightly familiar voice, Hua Qianzui knew from her avatar's memory that she was Mu Qingyu from Danfeng, "Yeah." Then she looked boredly into the distance place.

Mu Qingyu lowered her head in disappointment, and laughed at herself, after so many years, they are still so similar, yes, they are becoming more and more similar.

Turn around and continue alchemy, only in this way can I forget him temporarily.

Mi'er had just arranged the manpower, and when she came out, she saw her young master, and she was surprised, "Young master? Why are you back, have you recovered your memory?"

A gentle voice sounded, Hua Qianzui looked over, he remembered that this was the maid of Misty Peak, Miss Mier, Hua Qianzui raised her eyebrows, the original owner was actually Miaoli's disciple, that person that day was Miaoli, Hua Qianzui Drunk shook his head, "No, can you tell me?"

Disappointment flashed in Mi'er's eyes, but she also said, "Your name is Gong Yeming, you are the eldest disciple of Daoist Miaoli, and you also have a junior sister, Yuan Wuxin. You will gradually understand the rest in the future. When you recover, I will ask Huaner to send you back immediately."

"No need." Mi'er was interrupted by Hua Qianzui before Mi'er could call Huan'er, "My injury has already healed, presumably the elixir was left behind by Master when he left."

Mi'er nodded, "Then young master, please sit down first," she said, pointing to the chair next to her, "The next round of attack by the demons is coming, and this time the demon master is probably coming too." Immediately there was a loud noise, "Here we come."

Said that Mi'er had already run away to deal with the demons, and sure enough, the demon lord also came this time, dozens of Mahayana people joined forces to deal with the demon lord, the demon lord smiled arrogantly, "Hahaha, come on, Miaoli That bitch actually dared to burn the deity with the sacred fire, this time I will let you all give me the beauty to be buried with me."

Everyone "..." Hahaha, fuck your beauty, you can't beat me anymore.

Speaking of the chaos in the air, the sound of fighting everywhere, Hua Qianzui looked at everything with raised eyebrows, as if all this had nothing to do with him, only his own heart was hurting, the pain was so painful that he almost stopped breathing, what happened to him ?
Da Neng in the world of cultivating immortals was thrown to the ground one by one, Hua Qianzui clutched his chest with a mouthful of blood protruding.

"Senior Brother Ling, are you okay? Sister Huan'er, Sister Mi'er?" Wu Xin hurriedly ran over to feed the pills to a few people.

"Hahaha, go to hell." The demon lord mobilized his demon energy to attack the crowd, Ling Muci tried his best to protect Wu Xin in his arms, and all the great powers closed their eyes as if they were dead.

Hua Qianzui wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her index finger, chuckled, and stepped directly into the air, catching the attacking demon energy.

"Gong, Ye, Ming." The demon lord was extremely angry, "You are not dead, come on, since I let you escape last time, I will send you to hell this time."

Hua Qianzui raised his eyebrows. It seems that he was not bad before he lost his memory. He even fought against the devil, so he couldn't lose. Hua Qianzui finally wanted to be a great person.

"Go to hell." The demon lord gathered his demon energy again, and Hua Qianzui mobilized his spiritual power to fight against it.

The expected pain did not hit, everyone looked up into the sky, they could vaguely hear the conversation, Wu Xin was surprised and worried, "Brother?!"

Mi'er and Huan'er also looked up, "Young master?"

"It's Uncle Gong, Uncle Gong is back!" This was the voice of a Zixuanzong disciple.

"It's Zixuanzong's Gong Yeming!" This was the voice of other forces.

However, Hua Qianzui couldn't hear these things, he only knew that he was going to die, so he pretended to die quickly, it was true, although he didn't regret it, but if he died like this, it would affect his handsomeness.

"Boom" A fireball hit Hua Qianzui's chest, Hua Qianzui was beaten back a few steps, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her lips, Hua Qianzui hooked her lips, because the blood on the corners of her lips made her look even more coquettish and dangerous.

"Heh, Demon Lord, apart from being ugly, you still have good abilities." He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his finger, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Come on." Then he started fighting again.

Enraged, the demon master mobilized all his spiritual energy to attack Hua Qianzui, "Gong Yeming, go die." His face was grim.

Mo Chen, who had just arrived, saw this scene, and his heart skipped a beat. It was Ming'er, who didn't have time to think, and directly mobilized his spiritual power to attack the devil.

(End of this chapter)