Chapter 547 Open the Heart Knot
On the surface, the people of the three sects have been convinced, but no one is willing to be reconciled. In terms of strength, if hundreds of people work together, Wang Wujian will certainly be able to escape bad luck, but they have their own ghosts, one lost their guns, abandoned their armor one after another, and the good alliance collapsed in an instant.
In any case, Wang Wujian is very comfortable. With the magic weapon in hand, they don't have to worry about everything, and it is difficult for them to resist again.
Returning to the broken altar, Wang Wujian laughed sadly and thought about his previous embarrassment. Looking at the group of frustrated warriors behind him, it was really a feng shui turn, and the rotation speed was quite fast. In half a day, the hunter became a hunter.
Wang Wujian sat on the chief, condescending, glanced at the unwilling minister, and remained silent intentionally or unintentionally.
"Holy King, dare to ask, now that the three sects have merged, I don't know where the people of the Cold and Magic Fog Sect will live? Are they going to go back to their original places to rest and recuperate? Or stay in the Flame Sect and wait for your transfer?
An old warrior asked arrogantly.
"Hmm, neither!"
Wang Wujian sneered mysteriously.
"Oh? Do we all live in the sea?
The fighter raised his eyebrows and sneered.
"The wind on the sea is strong, and it hurts the body!"
Wang Wujian shook his head with a smile, still in a circle.
"I don't know how the Holy King is going to arrange for me to wait?"
"Follow me, fight the world!"
Wang Wujian smiled slightly, and under his deep eyes, he gave people an unpredictable feeling.
The two or thirty backbones present were all shocked. Unexpectedly, Wang Wujian, a boy, really looked at the whole former holy continent.
"Now you go get ready and leave later!"
Wang Wujian stood up solemnly and said.
"What? Will you leave later?"
Everyone looked at each other in consters, and their faces were full of consters. Suddenly, they learned that they were going to fight and fight, which had shocked them, but they didn't expect Wang Wujian to urge them so tightly.
"What? Is it inconvenient?"
Wang Wujian smiled.
"This, this, most of the fighters are tired now. If they follow the Holy King, I'm afraid they won't be able to do it!"
A veteran warrior in the Flame Sect came out and said.
Wang Wujian smiled and was furious. He didn't feel tired when you besieged me.
"Then how long will it take you to get to your best?"
Wang Wujian asked unhappily. In fact, what he pursues is the current state, let them take the initiative to beg for themselves. Moreover, even if they are willing to go now, he is not ready yet!
"Three days is enough!"
After a group of people spread their eyebrows for a while, the warrior replied again.
"Okay, then fight with me in three days and capture the high-star king vein!"
Wang Wujian spread out his hand and laughed. Looking at his wild smile, it seemed that he didn't pay attention to the first king's vein at all, and even had a plan to defeat it.
"Is the Holy King going to attack the high star king vein?"
Surprised doubts sounded from the mouths of different fighters at the same time. They couldn't believe that Wang Wujian was so crazy that they conquered Gaoxing Wangmai as if it were three seas.
"Yes, the high star king is dead, and the king of Tianfu and more than 200 relatives have been slaughtered by me. It is expected that they don't have much strength to fight against me. Looking at your stunned look, are you afraid?"
Wang Wujian asked with a disdainful smile.
A group of people looked at each other in contempt and were silent. Wang Wujian just said lightly that he had killed King Gao Xing and King Tianfu and more than 200 fighters, which had deeply shocked them. Wang Wujian's current position in their hearts is a terrible autocratic. Those who obey me will prosper and those who rebel against me will die.
After demobilization, Wang Wujian came to "Purple Night Jingshu" alone and happened to see Huo Jiejing leaning on the window sill.
"What are you doing here?"
Huo Jie's face was stiff and cold, and his tone was stiff and cold.
"Of course I came to see you?"
Wang Wujian smiled and walked over slowly. He hugged her affectionately from behind, pressed his hands on her soft and smooth abdomen, and felt her faint temperature and elegant body fragrance.
For Wang Wujian's hug, Huo Jie only trembled slightly and did not struggle.
"Do you hate me?"
Wang Wujian asked.
"No!"
He replied ruthlessly.
"No, you hate me!"
Wang Wujian let go of her, stood side by side with her, and looked directly at the canyon in the clouds in front of him, like a fairyland.
"No, I just hate that I don't have the ability!"
The angry look remained unchanged, and he said without squining.
"Ha ha, no, you have borne too much. It's time to let go. Don't you think your heart is very empty now?"
Wang Wujian smiled.
Huo Jie was stunned, but he was not talking.
"You are recognized by Huo Xiong as the magic weapon of the Flame Sect. In other words, the reason why the Flame Sect can last so long is because of your existence, and you can't shirk this heavy burden and pick it up with a smile. You have always shown people with a smile, but you are not happy in your heart, because you have lost more."
Wang Wujian said.
Two eyebrows frowned, and Huo Jie secretly glanced at Wang Wujian, but still didn't say anything.
"You, who have always been a guardian angel, unfortunately met me."
Wang Wujian smiled playfully.
"Hmm..."
He glanced at him, but a trace of imperceptible helplessness flashed on his face.
"The unstoppable charming eyes repeatedly failed on me, which made you start to doubt your ability. Excessive pressure has overwhelmed you, so you thought of making me a blood slave, but you know that there are too many variables in this, but there is no way to make the Flame Sect a real one that can fight against the full moon. The strong man of the machete and the King Kong Circle, you can only take the risk to do so.
Wang Wujian looked ahead, his eyes were calm, and he said, as if he were telling a story that had nothing to do with him.
But the fiery and ruthless face has changed slightly, sometimes trembling and sometimes solemn, the eyes are no longer calm, and the heart ripples.
"However, unfortunately, the accident happened after all, and you almost became my blood slave!"
Wang Wujian turned his head and smiled innocently.
When it comes to this, Huo Jie clenched his teeth in shame and anger, his jaws trembled slightly, and there were different light waves in his charming eyes, which were about to penetrate.
"Are you blaming yourself?" Wang Wujian asked with a smile, "The reason why you are empty is that the Flame Sect has disappeared, and the pressure you have taken on for a long time has disappeared in an instant, so that you can't even find your living goal. You are very confused, and you are only in a daze!"
"Nonsense!"
Huo Jie turned his head angrily and stared at him.
"Hey hey, I wish I was talking nonsense, but now I have solved the existing obstacles for you. Now you can relax. You really should think about how to enjoy life!"
Wang Wujian said as he turned around and walked away without looking at her again.
He left so decisively and made Huo Jie's expectation. The moment he knew that he disappeared, Huo Jie suddenly turned around, and there was a little helpless and unseverable soft light in his eyes. Unexpectedly, such a man was the only one who could understand her thoughts, sliding two delicate tears on his cheeks.
After leaving "Purple Night Jingshu", Wang Wujian breathed a long sigh of relief. The things here were finally settled in half. The next thing to do was to use the opportunity to destroy the high-star king's veins to completely convince the standing people of Sanzonghai.
The golden light rose, and the Wang Wujian flew in the direction of the high-star king vein under the protection of the sky mirror. The confidant knew that the other party could be invincible. What's more, the thin camel was bigger than the horse. Even if the high-star king vein lost a group of powerful warriors, the foundation of the first king vein still existed. It emerged during the war against the barbarian king. Tens of thousands of fighters are only part of it.
After flying for half a day, I finally came to a relatively familiar place. In front of me was the magnificent high-star palace.
Looking around, it seems to be an island in a green sea, self-contained without any interference.
The dilapidated scene in the past has long been restored to its original appearance. With the memory and the continuous feedback of the dark son, Wang Wujian shuttled through all the key roads without danger. Unfortunately, he has never found the habitat of the high star king or other important figures. As long as he finds them, it is not difficult to get the real strength of the high star king vein, so as Make a plan to win more with less.
The high-star king vein is not the three seas. It can't make them have internal sputation so easily. What's more, their number of fighters is calculated by tens of thousands, and there are only more than ten thousand people in the three seas. They must not rely on strong force to conquer it.
After walking cautiously for a long time, he still got nothing. Wang Wujian casually entered an old-looking house, thinking about how to explore the current internal situation of the high star king vein.
A thrill flashed in his mind. A trace of evil smile rippled on Wang Wujian's face, patted his hands, and an old method took shape.
Wang Wujian chose a T-shaped intersection to lurk, waiting for a pair of patrol warriors to come over.
Although the Gaoxing Wang vein is huge, it relies on a strong defense system, and the patrolmen are very rare. However, after Wang Wujian made trouble twice, the patrolmen only doubled. Nevertheless, Wang Wujian, who waited for this pair of patrolmen and so on, was about to fall asleep.
The sound of Ding Lingdang's armor and fog collision came from not far away, mixed with a small conversation.
Wang Wujian's eyes lit up, as if he were a fisherman. After scattering the hook for a long time, the fish finally got hooked, and he looked very happy.
There were about a dozen people in this pair of patrol fighters. They were all scattered. They were tired of this work and came over bravely.
Seeing the last relatively short fighter, Wang Wujian was happy in his heart, which was really an opportunity given to him by God.
After the people in front of the country passed by, Wang Wujian suddenly jumped out, and his body passed quickly like a whirlwind, and swept away the last fighter away.
This powerful wind scared the penultimate fighter. As soon as he turned around, he couldn't help whitening his eyes and said, "This guy has a bad stomach at night?"
It didn't take long for a shorter fighter to fill the last position.
"Hey, where did you go just now?"
The penultimate fighter asked.
"Hey hey, diarrhea!"
Alas, the short man, that is, Wang Wujian replied with a dry smile.