I’ve Possessed the Demon Sovereign’s Body

Lord Jianjian Court, where is it right now?

This problem is actually more than the focus of demon religions.

人 Everyone in the world is curious.

According to Ying Qingqing's statement and the harvest of his own intelligence network, the demon religion can basically determine that the cabinet owner has not recuperated in Jiange, but has gone out without returning.

But exactly where he went is currently a mystery.

The people most likely to know the answer are undoubtedly his disciples, Jiange Wujie Shijing, Nie Hua, and others.

After listening to Chen Chuhua's words, Nie Hua smiled extremely angry: "His Royal Highness is not crazy, you are crazy!"

初 Chen Chuhua said lightly, "I urge the two gentlemen to consider it carefully."

"Magic, you are really mad, don't say that we don't know the whereabouts of our master, but we know it, and will we reveal it to you?" Nie Hua looked fearless: "Our brother died here, in the future Your own teacher kills you for revenge, but I will see if the Emperor can put you in his pocket and watch! "

初 Chen Chuhua said indifferently: "If you die, you ca n’t be resurrected. Even if the sword emperor has the ability to kill me, he has no ability to bring you two back to life, let alone ..."

She smiled slightly.

"You honestly cooperate, not only save yourself from the penalty, but also have the opportunity to save Mr. Si's life. He has lost an arm, don't you think he lost his life, right?"

After the capture of Xie Xingmang, Zhang Tianheng and other masters of interrogation have also repeatedly tortured.

However, the interpretation of Xingmang's tone is really tight, and people in the devil have not gained much.

But things are different now.

Niehua and Shi Jing, their bones are not necessarily softer than Jie Xingmang, and their tone is not necessarily better than Jie Xingmang.

But now they are two or three people falling into the clutches.

I care about each other and may become a fragile breakthrough.

Niehua stared at Chen Chuhua, exhaling a long breath.

"Despicable!"

初 Chen Chuhua added a folding fan in his hand, and fanned it gently after unfolding: "Mr. Three has won the prize. I just said that if I can't, I try not to do it."

虽 Although she said so, the two brothers Shi Jing and Nie Huashi never dare to underestimate her.

初 Chen Chuhua, like Wang Qiyi, is the twelfth state of martial arts.

But the previous scene is still vivid.

Make a punch.

Stab.

Slap.

In the first three strokes, Wang Qiyi was defeated and could only be slaughtered.

Even in the first punch, the ending is doomed.

The punch was Jiulong Huangquan transformed by the magical power of Sen Luo Vientiane.

At the same time that Wang Jiyi was seriously injured, his mood was also unstable.

下 In a hurry, the battle was Jiulong Huangquan.

I ended up with the broad cold sword of Tai Yin Zhen Jing.

The slightest difference, the thousands of miles.

The result was a complete defeat.

It seems that Chen Chuhua used clever tricks to sneak attack.

But if it is true, Wang Qiyi is not his opponent.

I can at best try to escape without being killed on the spot.

Now, it is Shi Jing and Nie Hua's turn to face this enemy.

"The teacher made me wait, want us to betray him, you dream!" Nie Hua thundered and said, "As for the fourth master, with his temper, wake up to know that we surrender because of him. The first thing is to cut off our heads by hand You fought hard and killed him. You used it to beat us. You made the wrong calculation! "

I walked to the side of Shi Jing, who was always silent, and said, "Three brothers, go!"

Suddenly a sword was added to his left hand.

Ji Jianguang flashed, first pointing at Xiao Yuntian who dimly blocked Nie Hua's way.

Xiao Yuntian flew into a flowing wind, his body flickered.

Who knew that just now, Shi Jing Jianguang followed.

And, Jian Guang came first, and it seemed that Xiao Yuntian was moving early.

Xiao Yuntian was forced to dodge again.

不 He didn't flash, as if he had hit the sword light of Shi Jing himself.

But this flash gave way to Nie Hua.

Nie Hua flew up with his sword, and transformed into Changhong as the sky,

At the end of Changhong, he also rolled the stone mirror.

The flintstone mirror successively issued swords.

Wu Jianguang pointed at Zhang Tianheng, King Kong, and Elder Mirror.

Every sword seems to defeat the enemy first, attacking the enemy will save, forcing the demons to stop.

初 Chen Chuhua looked at this scene, and took care of it.

"What a good sword." She sighed faintly. At the same time, Baiyu's hands became fists and volleyed out.

里 In the void, the light and shadow condensed and manifested, and instantly gave birth to a Buddha!

The Buddha pinched a punch, and volleyed into Changhong, transformed by Jian Guang.

Seeing this, Elder Ming Ming's expression was slightly complicated.

The flint mirror took a deep breath.

One of the most difficult opponents to deal with his Hui Jian was Qingliang Temple Peerless, Mahayana Bodhi.

There is no tree in Bodhi, and the mirror is not in Taiwan. There is no such thing as where to provoke dust.

When Yi Yi boxed, he was as empty as nothing in Shi Jing's eyes, as if there were no flaws to find.

Although it is transformed by the magical power of Sen Luo Vientiane, it has gained the essence of it.

Shi Shijing believes that Chen Chuhua's Mahayana Bodhi Boxing must be flawed.

But there is a gap between the two sides in the realm of cultivation, and it is difficult for him to catch the flaws in Chen Chuhua's boxing in a short time.

He will not be able to save the enemy.

In the end, I could only watch the Buddha boxing in the sky, banging on the sword-like light of Changhong.

Ji Jianguang suddenly shattered.

Wu Hongxia died instantly.

Both Yan Shijing and Nie Hua were left behind.

I was only half a step slower, and other masters of magic teaching had already surrounded them again.

初 Chen Chuhua is like walking in a leisure court, Mahayana Bodhi boxing suppresses the stone mirror.

Then ...

Jiebai's palm is like a knife.

Leng Leng couldn't help but cut Nie Hua across the board.

The sword like water and moonlight seems to be faster than lightning.

Nie Hua, who was resisting the siege of Xiao Yuntian and King Kong, was on the left and right. At this time, he was attacked by a twelfth king of war. Where can he avoid it?

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"No need to continue anymore?"

初 If Chen Chuhua is fine, take a step back and stop shooting.

Nie Hua Leng hummed: "Dream, you can only get at most one body from me ..."

Suddenly he was talking, and his vest suddenly became numb.

Niehua turned her head and looked at the younger brother behind her in disbelief.

The face of Shi Jing was tired: "Three brothers, the four brothers I have killed have lost an arm. I don't want him to lose his life, and I don't want you to be ill anymore. The whole army's annihilation is still my responsibility. Everything is wrong, it belongs to me. "

"........." Nie Hua glared at his master: "Coward! Stupid!"

The **** in the stone mirror are juxtaposed like a sword, and a few taps in the volley.

Nie Hua suddenly closed his eyes and lost his voice.

Bian Shijing turned his head to Chen Chuhua: "I know that for the sake of confidentiality, you will not agree to let the third brother go, I just hope you can save him and the fourth brother."

"Mr. Five, please." Chen Chuhua said nothing.

The flint mirror took a deep breath.

抱 He picked up Nie Hua and set foot on Liulonghuang.

Prior to the encounter, many people took cover and tried their best to board the emperor.

The last step is far away.

现在 Now, this step is finally out.

The state of mind and results are far from the same.

I was the last step before death.

I now seem to mean the first step to yield.

天 Zhang Tianheng, King Kong, and others did not stare at the stone mirror with good intentions.

The ocher mirror looked calm.

初 Chen Chuhua's figure floated, and she also set foot on the six dragon emperors, and then stepped into the hall first.

In the hall, Chen Luoyang was sitting high on the seat, with a little indifferent attitude, watching the crowds come to the stairs.