Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor - Chapter 1282

[Chapter 1275 “Ghost Heart Sutra”]

“Either kill Xia Qingchen, or give you to an elder.” The Lord of the Dark Moon said in a tone of indifference.

The purple-eyed demon girl was in pain, like a needle pierced.

On one side is the long-cherished wish to fight for it all his life, and on the other side is the heaviest man in his life.

How does she choose?

“My patience is very limited.” After a long time without an answer, the voice of the Dark Moon Lord turned cold.

The purple-eyed demon girl whispered, “I accept the mission!”

She had already made a choice.

“Swallow the corpse brain pill!” The Lord of the Dark Moon said indifferently: “Within three months, take Xia Qingchen’s head to get the antidote.”

If not, the poison would erupt, and the purple-eyed demon girl would die outside.

The purple-eyed demon girl said nothing, she opened her mouth and swallowed the most frightening poison in the dark moon!

“Go!” The

purple-eyed demon girl stood up, clasped her fists and bowed, and turned away resolutely.

In the house, only the Lord of the Dark Moon and the unforgettable saint in the shadows are left.

“I hope she can wipe out the feelings in her heart.” The Dark Moon Lord sighed faintly.

The purple-eyed demon girl is her favorite and most admired saint, and she is also the best heir.

She didn’t want the purple-eyed demon girl to ruin her future because of love.

The Holy Maiden Wangqing came from the shadows, and the flickering light made it difficult to see her expression: “She will not come back.” In

her crystal eyes, there was a trace of indescribable complexity.

Time flies, and half a month has passed.

Tiannan City was lost, and Bai Zhantian was killed in the frontier. This news swept the land of the Three Realms like a tornado!

The mortals far away in the Central Cloud Realm have heard of it.

Only Xia Qingchen, who had forgotten about Chen Qiuli and didn’t ask about the world, didn’t know anything about it.

this day.

The sky above the hut was full of black air, and there was the sound of wolves crying and ghosts screaming, and sobbing sounded.

The listener is distraught and confused!

If the mind is not seen, there will be fear!

And everything is just Xia Qingchen’s star power in the thatched hut!

After a month and a half of ascetic cultivation, he finally reached the great star position Jiujue, standing at the top of the great star position!

For the vast majority of warriors, their lifetime achievements will stop there.

Xia Qingchen is only twenty years old, and he has reached the pinnacle of most martial artists in their lifetimes!

inside the house.

He lowered his arms slowly, and returned to the Xingquan with all his abundant star power.

The voices of ghosts crying in all directions stopped abruptly, and the ghosts all over the sky also dissipated.

“Unfortunately, the ghost qi is not enough, and the ghost sound of the Ghost Hell Heart Sutra is not powerful enough.” Xia Qingchen was not without regrets.

If the ghost energy he got was more pure, then the sound of ghost crying just now would be more than just disturbing people’s minds.

However, being able to get those ghost qi was already due to luck, and Xia Qingchen didn’t dare to ask for more.

After a month and a half of meditation, Xia Qingchen gained a lot.

One more month of cultivation, should be able to accumulate the cultivation base to the peak of the big star, and then prepare for the breakthrough of the small moon.

Thinking of this, Xia Qingchen took out a golden silk cocoon.

This is the Butterfly Heart of the Yu Family. After using it, it can improve some cultivation, but its most important use is to guide the opportunity of Xiaoyue.

It is easy to improve the cultivation base, but the opportunity of Xiaoyue is rare.

Need to know, how many people have been stuck at the peak of the big star all their lives, unable to make progress?

Just as he was scrutinizing it, suddenly, a voice came from outside the door: “Lord, someone down the mountain wants to see you. He claims to be an old friend of the landlord.”

Xia Qingchen put down Butterfly’s heart and said calmly, “Let him come up.”

Soon after, a An old man with a pale face, tremblingly walked to the hut, he bowed deeply and bowed: “Disciple Yao Buhui, see Teacher.”

It turned out that the visitor was Yao Wang Yao Buhui.

Xia Qingchen sat in the thatched hut and said without looking back, “It turns out that it’s you, is there something wrong?”

The medicine at this moment has no regrets, it should be in Liangzhou City.

Yao Buhui bowed his waist and said sadly: “Teacher, the southern border has fallen!”

Xia Qingchen rubbed the butterfly’s heart, her expression was as calm as water, without any ripples: “Oh.”

Yao Buhui was stunned, the teacher’s reaction was only Is that all?

Back then, for the sake of an inch of mountains and rivers, the teacher was able to lead the purple-character celestial group to hunt down millions of heroes from thousands of miles away!

Now that the entire southern border has fallen, he is indifferent?

“Teacher, the army of Lou Nan is swallowing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers like tigers, and the cool state is at stake.” Yao Buhui bowed his waist deeper: “This disciple urges the teacher to come out of the mountain and save the cool state.”

He firmly believed that in the world, the only one who can save the cool state, Only Xia Qingchen!

As long as he is willing to go out of the mountains and raise his arms, he can inspire the army in Liangjing, expel the barbarians, and restore the mountains and rivers!

Xia Qingchen slowly closed his eyes and said indifferently, “My heart is already so famous, I forget the world, and I don’t care about the sorrows and joys of the mortal world. You can go back.”

He has already decided that from now on, he will not care about the world and concentrate on his cultivation.

How cool is, it has nothing to do with him.

“Teacher!”

“Send off!”

The strong man stood in front of Yao Buhui: “Sir, go to retreat, please!”

Yao Bugui looked old and cried with sadness: “Teacher, do you really care about our cool environment?”

Xia Qingchen silently Don’t say anything.

He once managed it, but what happened?

It’s not that I don’t care, but I can’t handle it, and I don’t want to control it anymore.

After getting a silent answer, Yao Bugui seemed to be a teenager, bent over and staggered down the mountain.

at the foot of the mountain.

Jun Qiye and Saturday Fang are all waiting silently.

“Is he unwilling to go out?” Looking at Yao Bureg’s face, Jun Qiye knew that Yao Bugui failed to invite Xia Qingchen.

Yao Bugui shook his head: “Teacher doesn’t ask about the world.”

Don’t you ask about the world?

There was a hint of bitterness on the corner of Saturday Fang’s mouth: “I’m too tired, I don’t want to ask any more.” Jun Qiye held the bucket hat and was silent for a long time, suddenly took

a long breath, and shouted loudly: “Jun Qiye, please come out of the mountain!”

The shouts shook the sky.

Under the strong sound waves, the bamboo forests in the mangosteen swayed, and the bamboo leaves flew and fell.

The sound goes straight to the hut!

Xia Qingchen waved his hand, the doors and windows were closed, and the sound of shouting was blocked!

“Please come out of the God of War!”

However, another voice whistled.

It was Saturday Fang. He and Jun Qiye stood at the foot of the mountain and shouted.

The voices of the two mid-moon positions merged into one, penetrated the doors and windows, and reached Xia Qingchen’s ears.

Xia Qingchen’s star power circulated in his body, covering the surface of his body, completely isolating the sound of shouting.

“Please come out of the mountain!”

However, there was still a sound.

Moreover, more and more intense, more and more passionate, more and more majestic!

“Please come out of the god of war!”

“Please, the god of war”

“Please”

Heaven and Earth, all the same voices are echoing.

The hut trembled, the bamboo forest trembled, and countless green leaves danced wildly.

As a result, Xia Qingchen’s star power was unable to resist, and was abruptly broken.

Xia Qingchen got up, jumped over the bamboo forest, and looked down at the foot of the mountain, her pupils shrunk slightly.

But in the dark night, there was a fire dragon lining up along the Baili ridge.

There are tens of thousands of people in the cool realm, each holding a torch and standing at the foot of Wangchen Hill.

The white snow covered their shoulders and soaked their black hair, but it couldn’t hide their persistent faces. (Five tomorrow night)

[End of This Chapter]