Chapter 435 Purple Beauty

Southern Emperor, this is a peak test title of Honghuang Fairyland. Mu Feiyang, known as the personal disciple of the Southern Emperor, has rarely been defeated since his debut. But in today's battle, he was defeated so completely, and he was so angry that he couldn't believe that he would be defeated by a fledgling little man.

"Kill!" The woman's voice in the crystal skull was cold and ruthless.

Zhuge thought for a moment, and finally rushed up and stepped on the evening.

His skill is only temporarily improved, and now he has offended Mu Feiyang. If he doesn't kill him, he will definitely be retaliated by him crazily.

"Cough!" Mu Feiyang kept coughing up blood and said palely, "This little brother, don't be used by others. Today, you let me go, and the feud between us will be written off."

"We don't have any grudges in the first place." Zhuge Buleang smiled brightly.

Mu Feiyang looked happy and said, "Yes, you and I don't know each other in the first place. It's all instigated by the broken bones. Don't listen to the nonsense of the broken bones."

Zhuge Buliang narrowed his eyes and said, "But I can't guarantee that you will turn your face afterwards. For the sake of safety, I think it's better for you to die safely."

"You..." Mu Feiyang's blood spewed out a mouthful of blood again, and the smile on his face disappeared. He said ferociously, "Do you know what a stupid decision you made? Even if you kill me, there is no place for you in the southern region!"

"Puff!"

Zhuge Butang's fierce foot fell on the evening flying chest and trampled on the sternum.

"Ah!" Mu Feiyang looked up to the sky and roared, and his blood vomited wildly. His eyes were about to protrude, staring at Zhuge with hatred.

"Fuck!" Zhuge Fuliang used the sound killing technique again, and the sound waves gathered into a sharp magic sword, which suddenly penetrated the twilight eyebrows and strangled his origin cleanly.

The cold body collapsed on the ground, and Zhuge Fuliang crushed it with one foot.

"Twilight... Mu Feiyang is dead!" This man is really bold and dares to kill the relatives and disciples of the Southern Emperor!"

"It's not good. Let's go! If he kills together, we can't escape!"

More than a dozen people quickly rose to the sky and flew in the direction of time without looking back.

Zhuge Buliang did not catch up. He felt that his temporarily improved cultivation had been slowly weakened. It can be seen that the hard pinyin power with Mu Feiyang just now was extremely spiritual.

"Sister, I've finished everything you told me. You can go." Zhuge Fuliang said to the crystal skull.

The crystal skull broke away from Zhuge Fuliang's body and suspended in front of him, and the divine light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Ah!" Zhuge buteng was shocked and jumped out in a hurry. He knew that the horror of the crystal skull would be hit by the divine light in her eyes and would be brushed down a big realm.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Crystal Skull Road.

"You just need to stay away from me in the future." Zhuge said bitterly.

"I'm afraid that won't work. Your blood is a better tonic for me, but you're too weak now. Sister, I'm really afraid to dry you in one breath." The crystal skull giggled and flew around Zhuge Fuliang twice.

"That dares to be good. Give me that peerless elixir and let me improve my cultivation." Zhuge Buriang spread out his hands.

"Hmm, the little guy's tone is not small. With your current cultivation, a peerless elixir can make you explode. Do you think everyone can refine the peerless elixir? The crystal skull said disdainfully.

"I have provided you with so much blood and solved difficult problems for you. Are you not paid at all? This deal is not cost-effective. Zhuge is not clear.

Crystal Skull was silent. After a moment, he snorted coldly: "Little guy, do you know who you're talking to? Dare to bargain with me."

Zhugebuliang shrugged his shoulders indifferently and stood quietly aside.

Masters are all virtuous. They always like to use such boring words to improve their identity and oppress such small people.

Suddenly, a blood light shot from the crystal skull's eyes in the air and penetrated into the heart of Zhuge's eyebrows. Zhuge Bulang broke out in a cold sweat. He thought that the crystal skull would take action on him and hurriedly check his body. Fortunately, my cultivation has not loosened.

"Don't worry, if you have helped me, I won't repay you. I use a secret method in your body. You can have three opportunities to touch the secret method and temporarily improve your cultivation to a big level. It's enough to save your life. The crystal skull slowly rose into the air and disappeared into the night sky in the blink of an eye.

The night wind blew. It was really a long night. Zhuge Buteng glanced at it and turned into a pool of meat mud and sighed. It seemed that there would be some excitement in the southern region in the future.

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The sky is dim and drizzling. Today's weather seems to be particularly bad.

Zhuge Buliang wandered for more than ten days and finally found a city that was not too big. He thought in his heart that he had to get a map of the Honghuang Fairyland. After all, the world is too big, otherwise it would be easy to get lost.

"I heard something. Mu Feiyang, the personal disciple of the Southern Emperor, seemed to have been killed."

"What! There are still people who dare to touch the Southern Emperor. Who is so bold!?

"I don't know, but it seems to be related to the crystal skull that the Eastern Emperor was looking for some time ago. According to witnesses, the person who killed Mu Feiyang was just a practitioner who first entered the realm of the underworld. Later, he suddenly improved his cultivation and defeated Mu Feiyang with a magic power similar to sound wave power.

"What a bold man, almost no one dares to provoke the evening in the southern region."

"Xiao Xuannu Mu Yuchen was originally going to be closed. When she heard that her brother was killed, she directly dispatched most of the disciples of Xiao Yuezong to search for the murderer in the southern region."

"The southern region is so big, where can I find it? It's like looking for a needle in a haystack."

In some pubs and inns, people gathered in groups to talk about what happened during this period.

Zhuge Buliang did not stay in this city for a long time. Although his current identity is not so easy to leak, Zhuge Buliang still decided to escape for the sake of safety.

Strength. At present, the most important thing is to find a way to improve your strength. At least you have to enter the realm of condensation to be qualified to compete with some people in the great sect of immortals in the wilderness.

The drizzle is drifting, and this area is somehow shrouded in misty rain for 20 days a month.

Zhuge Buliang rowed a small boat through the big lake. The whole big lake was shrouded in smoke and rain, and the green mountains and clear water in the distance had a unique artistic conception.

Suddenly, a melodious sound of the flute came through the rain and fog and into Zhuge Buliang's ears. The sound of the flute is euphemistic and beautiful, like a fairy sound, giving people infinite reverie.

"What a beautiful flute~~" Zhuge Butliang muttered. Although he didn't know any rhythm, the sound of the flute could cultivate his mind and make people fascinated.

"Wor-la~~"

The boat passed by the lake, and Zhuge Buliang went away looking for the sound of the flute. Finally, he saw a woman in a purple dress standing on a boat. The woman turned her back to Zhuge, and it was difficult to see the true face, but it could be seen that the woman's figure was beautiful and graceful.

The woman in purple held the jade flute in her hand and stood on the back. The beautiful sound of the flute was played by the woman in purple.

Zhuge Broomang glanced at her, and her heart suddenly moved. There was an unusual spiritual fluctuation on the woman's body, but what was hidden was excellent. If it hadn't been for Zhuge's sharpness, it would have been difficult to detect it. Moreover, Zhuge Butang can't see through the cultivation of this woman in purple.

There always seems to be a layer of fairy fog on her.

The sound of the flute is ethereal, and Zhuge Wuliang is intoxicated with it. The sound of the flute seems to be integrated with the scenery in front of him. Suddenly, there was a slight change in the sound of the flute, with a trace of sadness. Even if Zhuge Fuliang, the big man, heard it, he couldn't help but feel bitterness in his heart.

The sound of the flute came to his ears, and Zhuge Buliang couldn't help but think of a beautiful white figure, which lingered for a long time.

At the end of a song, the woman in purple on the boat did not chase her god, but looked at the picturesque scenery in front of her and fell into meditation.

Zhugebuliang stood quietly not far away, and it was still difficult to recover from the sound of the flute.

After a while, the woman in purple suddenly said, "Sir... Do you know the rhythm?"

Zhuge Buteng was stunned and immediately said in astonishment, "Are you asking me?"

"Of course." The woman in purple still didn't look back.

"Oh, this... It's okay. I don't understand it very well. Zhuge Buteng said blankly.

"Ha ha ha ha~~" The woman in purple laughed. Her voice was very beautiful and sweet: "Although you don't understand the rhythm, you can understand the artistic conception in the sound of the flute."

Zhuge Fuliang was even more shocked. What he had just thought and how the other party felt.

"Sir, for whom did you shed that tear just now?" The voice of the woman in purple is ethereal, like a spring, which is extremely beautiful.

"Friends..." Zhuge Fuliang answered.

The woman in purple did not say anything. After a moment, she sighed faintly. The boat under her feet moved, carried her away, and gradually disappeared into the misty rain.

For a long time after that, Zhuge Buliang wandered around the Great Lake. And almost every day, I will see the woman in purple and hear the flute of the woman in purple. Gradually, Zhuge Fuliang found that he could always feel something in the sound of the flute.

In just one month, he found that he had made significant progress in his cultivation.

This must be a master. Zhuge Fuliang thought so in his heart that the sound of the flute could be compared with the enlightenment scroll. It was really incredible. Could the woman in purple be a hidden master?

Xiaozhou rowed over. In this woman in purple, the woman in purple still turned her back to him. For a month, Zhuge Butliang saw her every day, but he still couldn't understand the other party's face.

"Senior." Zhuge Buriang arched his hand. Knowing that the cultivation of this woman in purple is unfathomable, Zhuge Fuliang has become respectful in his heart.

"Sir, you are very punctual today." The name of the woman in purple remains unchanged.