Murong Chao raised his eyes and looked at Taichu's direction, secretly calling Huang Long in his heart: Master! If you were a little nicer to me that day, I wouldn't have any inner demons! Why did you treat Qin Haoxuan so much? Now, Qin Haoxuan is dead! You are watching from the sky! I, Murong Chao, will rebuild Taichu! I will prove that I am more suitable for Taichu than Qin Haoxuan!

Murong Chao's thoughts emanated until the back of the Lord of Puguang Pavilion disappeared. Murong Chao was stimulated by the cold air outside, and his somewhat hot mind slowly calmed down, and then a little uneasiness filled his heart.

No, something is not right...

Why did he promise me these things now?

Logically speaking, Puguang Pavilion was defeated and the Pavilion Master should be in a state of rage. If it were me, I would definitely kill myself, but he...

The expression was frozen on his face, Murong Chao's spine became cold, and he seemed to have been poured with cold water on his head, and the feeling of danger arose from his heart.

However, over the years, Murong Chao has developed a skill of not being surprised or angry when dealing with things. Although he noticed something was wrong, he still maintained a sense of joy on his face. He smiled and said to the people on the battleship: "I suddenly remembered that I had some things in the Xiji Sect. I went back to get things first, and then went to our sect."

The Puguang Pavilion disciples on the warship were disgusting to Murong Chao. I guess no one would like a traitor from a sect. After hearing Murong Chao's words, he didn't even bother to give him a look.

Murong Chao was not bothered by the arrogant and contemptuous attitude of the people around him, but just smiled with a good temper and walked out slowly.

...

"Peace Master!" Walking out of the battleship, Master Fu Kong chased after him with an angry face.

The Lord of Puguang Pavilion suddenly stopped his footsteps and said gloomyly: "Kill him."

"No...ah?" Fu Kong Zhenren was stunned.

"If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have fought and would not have fallen to this point." The Lord of the Puguang Pavilion looked fierce in his eyes, "Now, there must be someone to take on all this."

Fukong was stunned for a moment, then he instantly understood what the Pavilion Master meant, took the order and turned around and headed towards the battleship where Murong Chao was.

When the disciples in the battleship were slightly surprised when they saw the return of the sect.

As soon as Fu Kong Zhenren entered the warship, he did not find Murong Chao's figure. He frowned: "Where is the person?"

The disciple replied, "I said that I forgot something in the Western Ji Sect and went back to get it."

True Man Fu Kong's eyes twitched. Unexpectedly, Murong Chao was not old, but his mind was so deep. He gritted his teeth and said, "Chase! After catching up, kill him without any hesitation!"

"ah?"

"What? Why don't you hurry up and chase me!"

The disciples in the battleship woke up as soon as they dreamed and chased Murong Chao in the direction of leaving!

But all the way, how could there be a half-person figure? Murong Chao was like a stone cow entering the sea and never saw him again.

...

Clouds were piled up, thunder was gushing, and the cold and bone-black wind seemed to be able to peel off the flesh and blood of a person and penetrate the bone marrow. Outside the frozen Taichu Cult, a figure stood up and stumbled towards Taichu, but before he could reach the Taichu Cult, he was hugged by another figure.

Anhe Bridge! Clear and Clouds and Thunder!

Two people who had dissipated from the world because of their self-destruction, for some reason... They opened their eyes and found that they were still alive...

Taichu’s Yingling Mountain, the last power... protected the two of them... but they exploded but survived!

"No!"

An Heqiao shouted out of control. Her white clothes were stained with blood, her face was as pale as paper, her dark eyes were filled with pain, and tears fell drop by drop.

Qing and Yunlei hugged her tightly, not daring to let go. The hot tears dripped down the back of his hand. His eyes turned slightly red, but he didn't say a word.

It seemed that the tears of a lifetime were about to flow today. An Heqiao slowly knelt on the ground, looking at the completely unfamiliar and silent Taichu in front of him, and was confused on his face covered with tears.

After a while, An Heqiao's scattered eyes gathered again, and she turned her head to look at Qinghe Yunlei.

Qinghe frowned slightly, her eyes filled with unconcealed worries.

The two of them clasped each other, An Heqiao closed his fingertips, clasped Qinghe's hand tightly, and stood up from the ground little by little. Her spine was straightened, and her head was raised as the ancestors of Taichu were taught.

"I want to fight again." An Heqiao's eyes passed through the heavy wind and snow, and fell on the Puguang Pavilion battleship that was still stuck in the sky and did not leave.

Qinghe smiled, helpless and tolerant. He looked at An Heqiao almost dotingly: "Then... just fight. When will Taichu people be afraid of death?"

Taichu has been destroyed, Huanglong died in battle, and all his disciples fled. Such a huge sect has become a dead city every once in a while. However, Taichu's bones are still tough, and even if his disciples are only in one breath, they will never let the enemy go!

Anhe Bridge, Qinghe Cloud Lei appeared on the battleships of Puguang Pavilion like ghosts, and they started killing side by side without warning!

The self-destruction gave the two new insights. The shadow of the Taoist Palace became more solid. Although it was not the Taoist Palace... it was more powerful!

The people in Puguang Pavilion were preparing for Islamic things. No one had ever thought that there were still living people in the Taichu Sect. They were caught off guard and caught off guard. The entire warship was washed away by two people who were almost crazy, and dozens of disciples remained alive!

"Next ship..."

An Heqiao and Qing and Yunlei smiled and rushed to the second battleship! The two were strong men, but now they don’t want to survive, and they are even more ruthless in the attack. In a blink of an eye, Pu Guang’s disciples from the three battleships killed no one and the elders.

"Is this evil cultivator again?" The Lord of Puguang was sitting on the flagship and looked at the water mirror. He said to the master Fukong Zhenren beside him and the five hall masters: "Puguang can't suffer any more... You can take action together. Don't worry about Puguang's face, face is not as important as life."

"Looking for death." Gripping teeth and spit out two words, Master Fu Kong glanced at the hall master beside him, "Everyone, let's go together!"

Zuo Mei'er's eyes roamed and she chuckled, "It depends on who's getting closer..."

The corner of Fu Kong Zhenren's mouth curled a cruel curve: "I should be the first..."

Zuo Meier covered her lips and smiled, her delicate body suddenly emerged like a swim snake. The huge warship itself appeared forbidden formation. An Heqiao Tongqing and Yunlei's figures suddenly slowed down, and all cultivation levels were suppressed in this moment!

This is the power of the warship! The power of the home court!

Zuo Meier turned her wrist while activated the formation. A long silver whip broke through the air. With a bang, she slapped An Heqiao's arm, splashing blood!

An Heqiao suddenly suffered severe pain, her forehead veins leaped, and beads of sweat the size of beans suddenly slid down. She suddenly looked back and saw Zuo Meier, her cold eyes were full of disdain.

The dignified Lord Puguang Hall actually relies on sneak attacks and formations?

An Heqiao changed hands and held the sword, locking on Zuo Meier.

Zuo Meier felt the meaning of An Heqiao's sneering eyes, but she showed pride on her face. What kind of face is needed for life and death? Taichu wanted too much face! He wanted to establish and become a supreme sect! He was robbed!

Zuo Mei'er retreated instead of advancing. An Heqiao's left-hand sword was no less inferior to her right hand, and the attack was more urgent, fiercer and more ruthless! An Heqiao's body was floating, and his spiritual energy was rolling around. The sword seemed to merge with her. With a slight trembling, the sword light scattered and headed straight for Zuo Mei'er like a tide!

Huanglong! Zuo Meier saw the shadow of Huanglong on An Heqiao! This is a little Huanglong! Don’t be underestimated!

Zuo Mei'er's smile was sagging, and the silver whip in her hand crackled, and a strong wind was rolled up, but she still couldn't break the sword light of An Heqiao, and her whole body was wrapped in the sharp sword intent. If she was careless, a strand of black hair on her cheek was peeled off in an instant!

"What are you doing while standing there?" Zuo Meier gritted her teeth and roared angrily in a hurry.

Seeing that she really couldn't hold on, Song You and others sneered and joined the battle.

The five lords of the Supreme Sect joined forces, and their combat power was not something An Heqiao, Qing and Yunlei could resist. Moreover, the lords of Puguang Pavilion were more angry because of the defeat in this expedition. Now someone is killing them, and none of them has the strength to keep.

Bang bang bang bang!

Several magical methods intertwined into a piece of Chaoan Heqiao and Qing and Yunlei attacked. The waves of attacks went quickly and fiercely, leaving An Heqiao without even a chance to breathe. In a few moments, their embarrassment was revealed, covered in scars!

"Please, maybe we can give you some fun." Chai Sheng, the head of Tianyong Hall, said gloomyly with a pair of eyebrows and eyes.

The answer to him was An Heqiao's increasingly fierce offensive. She completely gave up her defense and attacked fiercely, as if she had lost her sense of pain!

"I don't know what's wrong!"

The five masters of Puguang Pavilion took action faster and faster, and they were very likely to kill the two of them in the next moment!

brush!

An aurora fell from the sky, and a jade-colored gourd with a saw-mouth came across the sky!

Feeling the familiar aura above this magic weapon, the five hall masters stopped tacitly, watching the two bloody people being taken into the gourd.

With a light wave, the gourd came to his hand. The Lord of Puguang Pavilion looked at the gourd lightly, and then said to the others: "Save their lives and see if you can find out where the purple seed has gone."

"yes."

The Lord of Puguang Pavilion stood on the battleship, and the ethereal white light surrounded him, making him look like an alien, a banished immortal in the sky, without any dust.

His eyes passed by the vast white mist Taichu, and the Lord of Puguang Pavilion sighed softly: "It's a pity that I didn't get the purple seed."

The head of Puguang Pavilion and several powerful people stood beside the Pavilion Master. When he heard this, he bowed his head: "It's a disciple who is incompetent."

"If you can get the purple seed, then when the Great Immortal Road is opened, with his help, I will be 70% sure to ascend."

When the Pavilion Master mentioned the Great Immortal Road, many people present had their eyes lit up.

The opening of the small immortal road among the immortal relics of the Ten Thousand Sects means the arrival of the Great Immortal Road. As the name suggests, the Small Immortal Road is the opportunity to ascend to immortality, while the Great Immortal Road is the opportunity to break through the void provided by countless powerful people in the world.

Compared with the cruelty of the small immortal road, the crisis of the big immortal road is even more fierce.

"Ha, I don't know what my old opponents are preparing for." The Lord of Puguang Pavilion said softly, as if he was talking to himself, "Those old guys don't have a fuel-efficient lamp."

After the Lord of Puguang Pavilion finished speaking, he fell into silence. He remembered his years of cultivation and the thrilling dangers along the way. In a flash, he realized that so many years have passed.

In a silent silence, a disciple ran over tremblingly and whispered a few words to deal with Kong Zhenren.

"What's the matter?" The Pavilion Master spoke lightly.

True Man Fu Kong gave a look at the disciple. The disciple was also clever. He immediately bent down and said respectfully: "If you go back to the Pavilion Master, Taichu Sect the traitor Murong Chao will run."

The disciple who passed the message was so angry that he did not dare to breathe, for fear that his pavilion master would be angry and he would become a cannon ashes.

Unexpectedly, when the Lord of Puguang Pavilion heard the news, he was as motionless as a mountain and said indifferently: "I didn't expect that this kid is a smart guy and runs fast enough."

After a pause, the Pavilion Master chuckled, his voice was plain, but his words were full of contempt: "But what's the use of this? Just a clown jumping."

"Find him and kill him."

True Man Fu Kong bowed himself and said, "Yes."

After giving a brief order, Puguang Pavilion sent a team of people to find Murong Chao.

"Master, you are ready. Are you going back now?" asked the deacon.

The Lord of Puguang Pavilion looked at Taichu with regret again and said, "There are some people left in each hall to take care of Taichu, and pay attention to the movements around you at any time. If anything is wrong, report it immediately. I don't believe that Taichu's people will not send people back to investigate after they run away."

"yes."
Chapter completed!