Destiny Big Villain: I Can View The Life Script!

Chapter 195 Jiumozhi: You Don't Know The Suffering Of My Lord Marquis

"I'm a Little Sister Martial Saint, and I have the heritage of the funeral flower Martial Saint. If you hadn't lied to her under the guise of the funeral flower Wuhen, she must be alive and well." Jiang Han stared at Su Changqing and said.

Su Changqing nodded slightly.

Jiang Han is on the second peak and the third peak, and they all have a backup, a fast boat.

If he didn't show up, the brother and sister would definitely be able to escape through Yunlong Lake in this battle at Yunlong Mountain.

"Su Changqing, you can predict everything before the enemy. I have checked the file, and the speed of your rise is far beyond the imagination of others. You can get Xuantian True Qi from Zhenwu Mountain, and "Lingbo Weibu" from killing Chixue scholar. Xichang is flourishing, Yunlong Mountain has the inheritance of Martial Saint, "Vajra is not bad", "Nine Suns", "Nine Yin Manual", "Yi Jin Jing"...Every Cultivation Technique, others even There are countless prices to pay, and I have never asked for it.”

"These opportunities are unique and rare in the world."

"But even if you are invincible in the world, I won today. I tried my best to let my Little Sister enter the tomb of the Great Merchant Martial Arts."

Jiang Han stood up, looked at Su Changqing, and said coldly.

"She ascended, the ascension you dreamed of."

Hearing this, Su Changqing did not fluctuate. He gently pinched the green grass on one side, played with it in his hands, and said flatly: "My original purpose was to kill the thousand-year-old tree demon first. I know why I led Purdue Cihang to it later. come?"

"Because I don't care, it's the same to kill anyone first."

"You also want me, Little Sister, to shatter the void? I can't imagine that a person like you who is full of blood and deprives everyone around him of opportunities will have someone who wants to help. I really don't believe it." Jiang Han stared at Su Changqing and said .

"Look at this thing."

Su Changqing spoke calmly, and he took out a petal from his cuff, fluttering in the air with the wind, crystal clear and radiant.

This is the last petal of the funeral flower Martial Saint, which he left for Jiang Xingxing.

In addition, there are half a thousand thousand-year-old stalactites in Calabash, which are enough to make the world covet.

"Kill me. Above the five-story tower of the Great Merchant's Arsenal is the Great Merchant's Tomb. If you go, you can see me, Little Sister, one last time."

Jiang Han stared at the crystal petals, then suddenly raised his head, looked at Su Changqing and said.

He seemed to understand what Su Changqing was doing.

Su Changqing stopped suddenly, turned his head to look at him, his eyes were sharp, and his tone was calm: "Jiang Han, if I want to kill you, I can do it anytime!"

He casually threw the petals on the ground, dancing in the air with the wind, crystal clear, slowly falling into the blue waves of Yunlong Lake.

"You think I came here and talked so much with you to kill you? Looking for Jiang Xingxing?" Su Changqing said calmly.

"You think too highly of yourself, I'm just waiting for Purdue Cihang."

The voice was flat, but it made Jiang Han startled.

He looked at the blood-stained young man in white clothes with two swords on his waist, his tone was calm, without any fluctuations, the world-renowned Marquis Changqing, with supreme power and peerless demeanor, was defeated by the opponent even if he ignored it.

"The planning in this world is nothing more than two words. If you are not strong enough, when you crush everything, naturally you don't need to plan carefully."

Su Changqing said calmly.

On the vast blue lake, it suddenly exploded, and a huge figure appeared, a thousand-legged centipede, screaming ferociously, it was dripping with blood, purple and red, and the blood spilled into the lake.

It roared and roared in the sky, its terrifying and huge figure made people shudder, and darkness instantly enveloped the whole world, as if Shrouding the Heavens covered the sun.

From the bottom of the water, several people came up, it was Qiao Feng, Murong Fu, Jiumozhi, Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Bo, Shangguan Haitang and others, many of them had injuries on their bodies, and some of them were almost dead.

"If I don't attract Purdue Cihang, do you think Vermilion Bird can stop it alone?" Su Changqing stared at Jiang Han and said calmly.

Jiang Han was horrified, looking up at this terrifying thousand-legged centipede, this monster has already become a spirit, it is really too difficult to kill, even if it is not dead, it still has great power.

If his plan is successful, he will indeed be able to open the tomb of the Great Merchant Martial Arts.

But if Su Changqing hadn't attracted Purdue Cihang, I'm afraid Vermilion Bird and Jiang Xingxing would be buried in his mouth!

Jiang Han underestimated the horror of this thousand-year-old demon.

"Just a silly woman."

Su Changqing sighed softly, and stepped forward, the earth roared, as if echoing with the sky and the earth.

He turned into a golden man in an instant, stepped on his toes, and the whole ground was torn apart. He roared up to the sky, his fists were radiant and incomparable, and hammered Pudu Cihang's entire 100-meter body into the water again.

Bang, one person and one centipede, all fell into Yunlong Lake, the entire lake exploded, and countless blue waves scattered in all directions.

This scene was so gorgeous that Jiang Han's eyes widened, and he was in a trance and couldn't get back to his senses.

"So that's it. I blamed Su Changqing wrongly. He is cruel and ruthless, but he still cares more about the people around him." Jiang Han thought in his heart, and suddenly frowned.

"Nonsense! When was my Little Sister stupid?" Jiang Han said angrily.

"She is ignorant of the world, how did you become a fool in your mouth? Who spread the rumor! How can my Little Sister get married!?"

"Benefactor Jiang, in fact, there are only a few people my Lord Hou cares about."

Monk Jiumozhi's robe was torn, and his abdomen was bloody. He fell to the shore and sighed softly.

Now, he was about to die, and he was swept by Purdue Cihang's thousand feet, so it was difficult for him to survive.

This time, too many people died, Wang Chu, Murong Bo, Xiao Yuanshan died underground, Ouyang Feng, Hong Qigong were beaten to death.

Among those present, only Shangguan Haitang, Qiao Feng, Guihai Yidao, Zuo Zixiong and Murong Fu survived.

"My Lord Hou traveled all the way west. From Wudang Mountain to Ziwei Mountain, he has been riding on the horse of Little Sister Jiang's benefactor. Seeing and thinking about others, there are all poor people in this world. Why is my Lord Hou not pitiful?"

Although Jiumozhi was short of breath and pale, he was unwilling to let Jiang Han spread rumors about Su Changqing.

"Su Changqing is famous all over the world, women in the world can't wait to throw themselves into their arms, why should he bother?" Jiang Han frowned.

"My junior brother has all the opportunities in the world, but his parents died early when he was young, and he made his fortune in the Zhenfu Division. Jinyiwei himself is the biggest sect in the world. How much suffering has he suffered step by step?" Shangguan Haitang said softly, with slightly injured .

Gui Hai broke one arm with a single knife, and held her hand tightly.

"Indeed." Zuo Zixiong said softly as the steel knife in his hand shattered.

"It is said in the world that the Marquis of Changqing is the same throughout the ages, and Juxian Zhuang's words determine life and death. How do you know the suffering of others?"

With sadness in his eyes, Qiao Feng couldn't help saying softly.

"Benefactor Qiao practiced in Shaolin Temple since he was a child. It seems that he is also a person who understands Buddhism."

Hearing the words, Jiumozhi was full of splendor, looked at Qiao Feng with his hands clasped together, and praised.

Murong Fu looked at his father's dead body in a daze, different from Qiao Feng, he grew up with his mother and listened to Fu Guo's influence, he was never favored by his father.

"Haha, everything in this world is all fake. My Gusu family is famous all over the south of the Yangtze River and has a lot of wealth. It is enough to be a rich man after gaining the reputation of Nan Murong, but I have to pursue the dream of restoring the country. How can I do that?" Not pitiful?"

Murong Fu looked at his father's corpse, feeling desolate in his heart, he staggered back.

"The Master Murong is also a poor person. I, Xi Jiumo, really feel the same way. Back then, the young monk was taught by Master Murong. Today, the old man has passed away. It is really sad..."

Jiumozhi stared, feeling sad, the crystal tears in his eyes slid down his cheeks, and he clasped his hands together.