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Chapter 117 The Great Confucian entrusted the important task of the book committee, and bid farewell in a hurry(2/2)

On the contrary, several servants of the Xuanlong Dynasty were well prepared to stop Gu Yusheng from the front. A dozen of them set up a formation, and the leader of the formation master said with a cruel smile: "Boy, we have been waiting for you for a long time. Now that we are going down the mountain,

Now that you are here, please repay the Ninth Prince with his life first, otherwise it will be difficult for us to do business when we go back."

Choking!

Gu Yusheng unsheathed his wooden sword.

A sharp sword light penetrated the throat of the person blocking the way.

Gu Yusheng held the sword in his backhand, turned around again, and killed another slave who blocked the way.

Blood spilled from the corners of Gu Yusheng's eyes.

He raised the corners of his mouth coldly.

Swish, swish, swish, a few swords ended the lives of a lot of people.

Finally, his sword hovered at the Talisman Master's throat.

Move forward step by step.

The voice was extremely cold: "If you don't want me to send Miss Mo away, I'll send you to hell first."

Gu Yusheng's sword touched lightly.

The wooden sword returns to its sheath.

He stood there, looking at the returning group of Qingpingfeng, and remained silent for a long time.

Just when Gu Yusheng had not yet come out of the sorrowful thoughts of separation, in the direction of Qingyun Gate's Lingxiao Peak, the big demon king with its wings cut off suddenly flew into the sky, and a terrifying aura instantly filled the Qingyun Six.

peak.

The urgent bell rang again.

Gu Yusheng was instantly brought back to reality.

"What's going on?"

Gu Yusheng felt vaguely that something was not good, so he rushed back to Qingyun Gate.

At the same time, dozens of miles away from the foot of Qingyunmen Mountain, Mo Wanyun was sitting on a holy book, gently stroking the delicate peach wood hairpin with his hand.

Beside her, Mo Fanchen stood on the holy book, his robes rustling.

Suddenly, a black cloud suddenly arrived in front, blocking the way.

On that black cloud, the white-faced and beardless old eunuch gradually emerged, and an extremely cold aura suddenly filled the area for several miles.

Mo Wanyun stared at the old eunuch who appeared, with shock in his eyes.

Because this old eunuch turned out to be the inconspicuous Eunuch Yang next to Chu Chen.

And the true cultivation he revealed at this time.

It’s actually the eighth realm!

Mo Fanchen stood with his hands behind his back and didn't seem to be surprised by this. He just said lightly: "I am feeling strange that the injured Demon Emperor's method can not mess up the Qingyun Sect. It turns out that you are the real one."

The pusher."

Eunuch Yang moved in the air and got closer to Mo Fanchen, his aura still rising sharply.

"Mr. Mo is ridiculous. I am just a disabled person. I have been planning for the past few years just to find a perfect path for myself. Unfortunately, the Ninth Prince is really unable to help me, so all my hard work has been wasted."

"Mr. Mo has been writing books in the Qingyun Sect for the past three years, copying and copying the holy scriptures of saints. There must be secret techniques for replenishing the body in those holy scriptures. I dare to make up for the deficiencies acquired through reading the saints' scriptures.

"

Mo Fanchen looked solemn and said: "I'm sorry to agree to this."

The old eunuch's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"I knew that Mr. Mo would not agree, so I had to come and get it in person. Mr. Mo must have spent a lot of talent rubbing the saint's classics over the years. After the battle with the Shushan traitors yesterday, his energy has not been restored. Now,

You are protecting Miss Mo again, and the situation is not good for you."

"grandfather."

Mo Wanyun shouted softly, and she couldn't help but look back in the direction of Qingping Mountain.

"Miss Mo, Qingpingshan, you can't go back."

The old eunuch smiled coldly, and grabbed Mo Wanyun with a pale hand...

Immediately afterwards, a mighty light bloomed from Mo Fanchen.

The next moment.

That holy book wrapped Mo Wanyun and sent her to a distant place: "Girl, go back to Jingtingshan and practice well."
Chapter completed!
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