Chapter 127 There is no other way to do this

Fang Daoming ignored it and drove the west to chase the carriage. Saarina was stunned and was stunned for a long time.

The two can't talk about tea, and the followers of the Nether Hall have disappeared. Fang Daoming can't catch up with all their strength, even if it's not for Han Qinghui, but also for her innate pure yang magic weapon Ziweitian compass.

Qi Jinbei, his subordinate, giggled: "It is rumored that the blood river saint is trapped in love and can't extricate herself. It turns out that the man is you."

Fang Daoming was stunned and then said, "Don't talk nonsense. I have nothing to do with her."

"Do you like that Han Qinghui?"

"Why are you so noisy that you don't have to recite scriptures?"

"Do you know that women naturally like to chatter, especially to inquire about other people's emotional privacy."

"If you are busy, no matter how much you are, you will be thrown down and rewarded to the lonely ghosts and wild beasts."

Qi Jinbei knew that he was just scared, and then said, "Is it because you are hindered by the different paths of immortals and demons, so you don't accept Shalina?"

"Don't guess anymore. My reason has been explained."

"Heaven and earth are unintentional, and the road is ruthless," Qi Jinbei muttered: "People of Taoism can also**."

"Hey, that's what you think."

"Alas, the saint is affectionate, but her heart is like iron. It's a pity." Qi Jinbei sighed gently.

Demon disciples always advocate nature and do whatever they want, so men and women are not taboo about love, and it is also very natural to talk about it.

Fang Daoming didn't care that she continued to crook. At present, the power of the yuan god was shaken, and his whole body's power reached the peak in an instant, and there was a breeze under his feet.

Qi Jinbei felt that the earth was flying under her feet, and the green mountains around her disappeared in an instant. The vast land seemed to shrink shorter and shorter, and the distance was a hundred feet away. When she stared for a long time, she felt dizzy.

"The ground shrinks into an inch!" Qi Jinbei secretly exclaimed: "It is rumored that shrinking to the extreme is to tear up the void and shuttle the realm of earth immortals. Is it possible that he has almost become an earthly immortal? No wonder the Taoism is so powerful. Zhuang Hua and Wu Yingqing will not dare to cross the nine sky gods and thunder disasters in a few years. Unexpectedly, he has stepped into the realm of earth immortals. Is it really peerless? Wizards can't do it."

Qi Jinbei secretly guessed that Fang Daoming's mind was ethereal, and the power of the yuan god surged endlessly, integrating into every inch of skin blood. The west wind blew, but he seemed to be unknown. The space in front of him was constantly squeezing and deformed, and it seemed that only one line was about to break. The broken void was just a foot on the door. This feeling had never been seen before. Today The sudden appearance of the day couldn't help but make him ecstatic. Gradually, I forgot both things, experienced it carefully, and integrated this feeling into the yuan god and engraved it into the soul.

The mountain wind is fierce, and the earth flies back. The bronze carriage finally appears on the dark horizon, pulling Fang Daoming's thoughts back to reality. The moon is westward, and there are still two hours before dawn. If you don't seize the time and wait until the demon road is rampant, it is not good.

The people in the Nether Hall in front seemed to feel Fang Daoming's murderous spirit and couldn't help driving wildly, but their cultivation was too poor and getting closer and closer.

A bright sword light rose to the sky, crossed the carriage, fell to the ground, and cut out a gully nearly ten feet wide. If it hadn't been for the skilled driver and desperate ribs, he would have fallen into the gully.

Fang Daoming fell from the sky, and the tower of creation hung high, and these people were sent to the Netherworld Bingzi.

Qi Jinbei was stunned and stunned. Fang Daoming's methods stunned him. "This bronze ancient horse is a magic weapon left over from ancient times. It is quite extraordinary. Don't destroy it at will." It turns out that this horse pulling the cart is also cast in bronze, injected with mana, and can still be controlled like flying.

Fang Daoming hummed, threw it down, opened the carriage, and saw Han Qinghui lying in it, with a blood river chain tied to his body.

Fang Daoming cut off the chain with a sword and was about to ask her a question. Unexpectedly, the other party was a tiger, wrapped around his limbs and hugged him tightly.

Only then did Fang Daoming notice the abnormality, but he saw that the beautiful fairy's jade face was red, her face was full of spring love, her jade lips were like fire, and Ni moaned in her mouth, and her limbs were wrapped around her body, and her skin was torn and worn, extremely hard, as if she wanted to integrate into her body.

"How could it be like this?"

"She was hit by the ghost ** Huanlu, and it was very heavy and deep. If she doesn't save her, she will die."

Qi Jinbei's words immediately made Fang Daoming's heart sink: "How to save it?"

"I've already said it."

"Combined double practice," Fang Daoming muttered to himself and suddenly mentioned Qi Jinbei and shouted, "This doesn't work. Is there any other way?"

Qi Jinbei looked at the other party's sudden violent eyes and was a little scared and said hurriedly, "Other than that, there is no other way. You can decide quickly. Once you are late and let this poison erode the yuan god, it's too late for you to save her." She secretly thought, "This must be a good thing done by the blood river saint. Unfortunately, she has done everything, but in the end, she makes wedding clothes for others. If she knows the result, she doesn't know how she feels. Is it God's will?"

For the first time in his life, Fang Daoming faced a dilemma. Saving people will destroy his innocence. If he doesn't save him, he will watch her disappear. He is a Taoist. His Taoist heart is as strong as a rock. He doesn't care too much about men and women, but at this time, there is an inexplicable extreme resistance in his heart.

"There must be other ways, think about it!" Fang Daoming was upset and couldn't help holding Qi Jinbei and shaking around.

"She didn't lie. There's really no other way." Suddenly, there was a sound, and a slender figure in white like snow broke through the void and stood in the air.

"Zhuang Wangu!" Fang Daoming's pupils couldn't help shrinking. In front of such a power that could compete with the sword, he had no chance.

"Uncle!" Qi Jinbei is full of joy.

"You came just in time. She is from your Yuanshi Demon Sect. Now I'll give it to you to save you." Fang Daoming said and threw Qi Jinbei over.

"You!" Qi Jinbei and Liu Mei stood up, and his waist rod was also a little straight.

Zhuang Wangu smiled and said, "I have been with you for a long time, but your actions are also interesting. I appreciate it very much. If you send me alone, I will be alone with you."

A figure was thrown in front of Fang Daoming, like mud. It was the unconscious prince of the underworld, and the ghost robe was still wrapped around him.

Zhuang Wangu said, "This man sent it to you and said that I killed him. I don't believe that the Lord of the Underworld dares to come to avenge me."

"You are a great monk, and there is really no other way?"

Zhuang Wangu shook his head and said, "Save people quickly. If it's too late, even Jinbei can't be spared."

"Uncle, what should I do?" Qi Jinbei said.

"It doesn't matter. You and Huaer have been childhood sweethearts since childhood. They are in love with each other, and I will make the decision to let him marry you."

Qi Jinbei couldn't help but be shy and stopped talking.

"Kid, I accept your favor today. He will come to my original demon sect, and I will pay you back once." Zhuang Wangu turned around and wanted to leave, but was suddenly called by Fang Daoming:

"Hail! Is the congenital pure sun to treasure Yuanshitian magic sword on you?

Zhuang Wangu's eyes flashed: "Exactly."

"That's good. I'm determined to collect nine pieces of congenital pure yang treasures. In time, I will come to you to collect them."

Zhuang Wangu was stunned and then laughed: "Kid, I'll wait for you!"

Fang Daoming frowned, and Zhuang Wangu had already run away. Han Qinghui was restrained by him from using spells and could not move, but the spring mouth was even worse. Fang Daoming sighed and got into the carriage with Han Qinghui in his arms. He undressed and became a good thing.

Han Qinghui was extremely poisoned, and his desire was so angry that he sought it. The two of them tossed around for nearly two hours before they stopped.

When Han Qinghui gradually woke up, he found that his jade body was horizontal, skirt**, and his lower body was in labor pains. He remembered the past and knew that he had lost his innocence. Suddenly, he fell into the ice cellar and lost his soul. She dressed randomly, staggered out of the carriage and found that it was slightly white in the East. It was about to dawn. A familiar figure stood in front of her, shaped like a sword, which was Fang Daoming.

"Fang Daoming," Han Qinghui grabbed him, his face was pale, and his red lips trembled slightly: "Is it the prince of the Netherworld?"

Fang Daoming looked sonorous: "No, I'm the one who ruined your innocence."

Han Qinghui's delicate body trembled and suddenly screamed. With one palm, Fang Daoming was actually hit by one palm without using the slightest magic power. He rolled over a few times before he got up and was bleeding from the corners of his mouth.

Fang Daoming smiled bitterly: "I don't want to. I came here to look for materials to reshape the body for the eldest brother. I happened to bump into the Prince of the Underworld. Occasionally, I knew you were in danger, so I captured him and asked him before I knew your whereabouts. However, when I found you, I had been filled with too much Nether** Huanlu by them, or combined with you. , or watching your yuan spirit burst and die, I have no choice but to do this. I don't want you to die."

"I'd rather die!" Han Qinghui screamed, her eyes were scattered, her hair was messy, and she sat paralyzed out of town: "I understand, you must hate my hatred with you in those years, that's why you treat me like this. You want me to live better than death to satisfy your pleasure of revenge, right?"

"No, we can swear that if I have this idea in my heart, I will not be detached from heaven and earth." Fang Daoming denied it.

Han Qinghui shook her head sadly and kept crying: "I don't believe you anymore."

Fang Daoming was stunned and immediately said, "Go back to the Daoming Sect. From today on, you are the Taoist couple of our Daoming and the wife of my Daoming Sect."

"I don't care!" Han Qinghui was almost hysterical: "You don't think I know. You keep me and I'm just greedy for my innate pure sun and purple violet compass."

"No." Fang Daoming continued to deny it, but he was not very confident.

Han Qinghui staggered up and stumbled to the east.

"Where are you going?" Fang Daoming couldn't help shouting.

"You don't need to take care of it. If you follow me, I will die in front of you immediately." Han Qinghui drove up the cloud head and threw it to the east. The sound of sobbing was faintly audible.

Fang Daoming's mood was extremely bad. He couldn't wait to look up to the sky and roar. A wisp of god thought into the tower of creation, tortured the prince of the ghost, and ordered the ghost Bingzi to destroy his yuan god and break his body. The latter was frightened and dared to disobey at all.