On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Finally, Xie Wuwang stepped onto the last stone steps.

On the left and right of the square, there are the hall masters and deputy hall masters of the Seventeenth Hall of Tiansheng Palace, as well as the left and right front envoys and major leaders.

Without squinting, Xie Wuwang went straight to the Qianyuan Palace.

Although he was holding the person in his arms, he still looked the same as before, with a casual smile on the corner of his lips, calm and gentle temperament, like a motionless deep ocean.

There is no slightest violation.

The crowd was silent, and Ning Qingqing glanced around and found that the faces of these important ministers who stood at the pinnacle of the world's power did not have any different colors-even if Daojun was wearing scars all over his body, holding a woman slowly ascending the black level. , And no one dared to be beaked.

Xie Wuwang is the absolute authority. No matter what he does, others will just bow their heads and blindly follow him unconditionally.

Ning Qingqing was slightly startled.

On this journey, she had a more profound appreciation of the solemnity of Tiansheng Palace.

All order and power are concentrated in Xie Wuwang's own body.

Even if he was so seriously injured, others would still hold their breath in front of him, not daring to take a half step without permission.

She silently averted her gaze and looked at the crowd.

Among the crowd, the fat tuzi was the most prominent.

When I turned my eyes, I saw Yu Yuyan in a dark red dress standing on the left. There was an empty place beside her, and she looked a little lonely.

Others bowed their heads silently, and the faces of Futuzi and Yu Yuyan showed joy.

They had a life-long friendship with Ning Qingqing. Seeing Xie Wuwang holding her step by step, the eyes of these two people coincided with the light of comfort, just like a family member watching her marrying into the royal family. Like her daughter-in-law, she wanted to say hello, but she was a little jealous of her son-in-law.

Xie Wuzuo paused and turned slowly.

He has ascended to the top of the sacred mountain. Looking down like this, the temples with distinct levels of heavy mountains are spreading out under his eyes. The ten thousand-foot stone steps are the insurmountable peaks of power. He is the only place where he can see. The country in the palm of Xie Wuwang.

A dark red figure was rushing along the stairs, looking from a distance, like a small sesame seed.

This person came in a hurry, and there was an intermittent sonic boom behind him.

Even if he was in a hurry, he still did not dare to teleport or go to the sky, but flew over the upper stone steps.

It's like being pressed by a power giant on this only way.

Xie Wuwang put down Ning Qingqing, he clasped her shoulders with one hand, carefully supported her elbows to help her stand firm, then narrowed his dark long eyes slightly and looked at the person below the steps.

Ning Qingqing stood still. She took a lot of Tiaoyuan Pills and fell asleep again. The pain on her body was not very painful anymore, and the stab wound on the right under the collarbone was slightly swollen, which did not prevent her from walking independently.

It was Xie Wuwang, he was injured much more severely than her, but he was taking care of her carefully. The kind-hearted Ning Qingqing couldn't help blushing slightly, as if he was robbing the poor and helping the rich.

The figure rushing under the stone steps gradually approached.

Looking at the outline, it seemed a bit familiar. Tall and burly, like an iron tower.

Getting closer, Ning Qingqing recognized this person.

Yu Haotian.

Yu Haotian, the master of Xingdian. Yu Yuyan's elder brother, the first man to taste the taste of earthworm fluctuations.

When the rebellion occurred, there was a "Yu Haotian" who attacked Futuzi and Yu Yuyan who were escorting Ning Qingqing back to the palace, trapping them in the Devil City, and inviting Xie Wuwang to step on the trap.

That "Yu Haotian" not only looks exactly the same as him, but also has the same breath on his body-even his sister Yu Yuyan, who has been with him day and night, couldn't tell that it was a fake.

This matter has so far been unsuccessful.

The thought in her mind flickered, Ning Qingqing frowned slightly, and stared at the figure that was getting closer and closer.

Soon, Yu Haotian came to the front.

He seemed to have just left the battlefield, with a strong **** aura, his expression was the same as before, rigid and serious, and meticulous.

"Bao Daojun!" Yu Haotian hugged Pushan's big fist and bowed his head. "When his subordinates killed the rebellious Jiuluozhi, they accidentally got a secret message. I didn't dare to delay, so I hurried back!"

Jiu Luozhi was the lord of Loulan City. This time the thirteen sect family rebelled in the Western Regions, this person was the head of the thieves in the face.

"Say." Xie Wu arrogantly raised his sleeves.

Yu Haotian is a burly figure, as if there is a hurricane in motion.

With a "swipe" he took out a piece of parchment from his arms, which looked like a map, and with a glance, he could clearly see a clearly marked location.

Yu Haotian lowered his eyes and stepped on it, and when he presented the parchment, he kept silent and kept his voice down: "It's... the news of that clan, there is a remnant still in the world, this is his hiding place..."

Xie Wuwang's body leaned forward slightly.

It seemed that he was caught by this endless news.

His eyes moved slightly, his gaze fell on the parchment that Yu Haotian had presented with his hands, his wide sleeves passed, and he reached out to pick it up.

Just when Xie Wuwang’s fingertips could touch the sheepskin map, Yu Haotian suddenly raised his face, holding an extremely solid soil thorn in his right hand under the parchment, flipping his wrist and attacking Xie directly. No vain!

This murder weapon passed through the void, as if it had pulled the earth spirit power of the entire mountain peak, and the ground trembling faintly underfoot, and the air was strangely distorted and overwhelmed wherever it passed.

Yu Haotian's cultivation base is already under one person and above ten thousand. With this blow, he sacrificed his life, and with the momentum of breaking the boat, he will kill the undefended Xie Wuwang.

Xie Wuwang's pupils shrink slightly.

The great monks standing around noticed that something was wrong and acted subconsciously. However, everyone was too far away from the Daoist to save him.

Just when everyone gasped and was too late to make a move, suddenly Ning Qingqing, who was standing next to Xie Wuwang in silence, suddenly raised his well-prepared right hand.

I saw a large mushroom nearly one person tall suddenly appeared, and the powerful mushroom rod suddenly drew towards Yu Haotian. The closed mushroom cap was like a huge iron fist, not caring about the soil thorns in his hand, but slammed directly at him. Undefended body.

"Boom!"

The big mushroom hit Yu Haotian and did not cause any harm to him, but briefly stopped his dive, leaving him in a daze.

The soil thorn in Yu Haotian's hand still struck Xie Wuwang's heart unstoppably.

Just at this moment, I saw this giant mushroom that is indescribable and opened the huge umbrella cap with a thud.

Yu Haotian, Xie Wuwang, and Ning Qingqing, who were on the sides of the fungus cap, were bombarded backward by the suddenly opened huge umbrella.

Instead of retreating, Yu Haotian used brute force to tear open the fungus umbrella, and Yuanli's soil thorn continued to attack.

However, Xie Wuwang had already swept away lightly by the force of the rebound, avoiding the final blow.

Only his chuckle was left in the wind.

The immortal monarchs who stood on the left and right swooped up and attacked the bold rebel directly, and the tide generally drowned him.

Xie Wuwang held the parchment with one hand, and slowly put away the flames flowing in his palm.

With a sway, he disappeared where he was, teleported to Ning Qingqing's side, wrapped her long arms, and hugged her into his arms.

Her face was three points paler than before.

Her body was really delicate, and the action of throwing a mushroom was too big, and once again tore the wound under the right collarbone, blood slowly oozing out, like a blood plum, blooming in drops.

Yu Haotian tore most of the mushrooms condensed from mycelium, her ears rang loudly, and her head seemed to be scraped by a thin knife.

She didn't try her best, she shrank her body honestly, and nestled into Xie Wuwang's arms, pressing her forehead softly against his chest, holding his clothes beside him.

The corners of Xie Wuwang's lips smile more, raising his eyes and looking at the battle.

Yu Haotian has been surrounded.

"Crazy thief, dare to pretend to be my elder brother again?!" Yu Yuyan let out a coquettish rebuke after realizing it, and her slim body swept up.

Yu Haotian, who was under heavy siege, suddenly raised his head and glanced at her.

He raised his two iron arms to block the swords of the other two hall masters. When the broken bones sounded, he opened his thick lips and closed his eyes.

"No! He is going to blew himself up!" someone shouted loudly.

Before the words fell, two magical artifacts were pierced into Yu Haotian's body. The damage did not bleed, but a dazzling earth-colored light suddenly burst out!

The monks of Hedao Dzogchen blew themselves up, needless to say.

Ning Qingqing reacted swiftly, raising his right hand again, preparing to open the umbrella to resist.

The finger was suddenly held into the palm of the hand.

He hugged her and turned around.

The tall and straight body covered her tightly, and he bowed slightly, his backlit silhouette with unparalleled handsomeness.

"boom--"

The shock wave hit his back.

He did not sway, like an indestructible reef, blocking the huge waves for her.

He raised his hand to cover her ears.

For a moment, her body and mind were completely silent.

The light of Hedao Power's self-detonation was too dazzling, and in the blurry vision, a stream of blood gushing out of his mouth was faintly seen.

He tilted his head and wiped it off with his shoulders, moving a bit sharply.

There was still blood on the lips, and the tip of the tongue swept across the lower lip, swallowing that bit of sadness into the abdomen, ruthlessly and neatly.

The rumbling sound was endless behind him. After the shock wave, the shattered boulders in the square flew around, and the terrifying hurricane swept across. Large and small rubbles swayed around, hitting his back, like countless waves lapping and standing. A rock that doesn't fall.

The square at the foot was broken every inch.

He stood in the ruins protecting her, smiling lightly.

After the gale subsided, he let go and said as if nothing had happened: "Small injuries, don't feel bad."

Before she could deny it, a slender finger lightly nodded the tip of her nose.

"A Qing saved my life again," he said shamelessly, "what to do, I have no longevity, I can only agree with my body."

The smile on the corners of his lips slowly faded, and his lazy and unruly appearance was quite extraordinary.

He stared at her shiningly.

During this time of experience, many images buried deep in his memory emerged bit by bit. As if he had awakened from that 300-year gentle dream, he later realized that she was actually clever and cunning. She is not a vine dodder without bones and bones, nor is she a little tender bird who only whispers softly.

She was never weak.

It's just that he is too strong. No one can catch up with him. With him, her tenacity and bravery are useless. Because of loving him, she willingly took away the burrs and tentacles on her body, and turned herself into a small collar that didn't get in the way, just to follow him and accompany him. Over time, he also mistakenly thought it was dispensable.

I wronged her and delayed her.

There was blood in her eyes today, but she finally saw her face thoroughly.

Under his serious gaze, Ning Qingqing's beautiful little face slowly tilted aside.

There was a slight hesitation in her voice: "I don't have any... long objects?"

Is she trying to get crooked?