The Immortal Emperor Returns - Chapter 319

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The purple-haired woman walked around with the power of true Yuan, and Yan Wushuang's three-foot Qing Feng groaned.

Huh!

Bai Yan, like a gun, came towards Chu.

Chu Xun shook himself and avoided, Yan Wushuang's sword mang was cut, and it was extremely bright.

Huh!

Chu Xun raised his hand and scattered Jianmang.

Huh!

This time it was two white magpies that flashed like white awns.

Chu Xun dazzled with purple gas over his hands, and the lightning grabbed Bai Yan, pulling it fiercely, pulling the purple-haired woman over.

The purple-haired woman nodded to her feet, stabilized her body shape, and the two of them began to tug over and stalemate.

Yan Wushuang took the opportunity to procure a long sword and chopped towards Chu.

"Swallow, I think you are really itchy." Chu Xun shook Baiji, and the terrible violent purple gas spread along the Baiji, directly falling out of the purple-haired woman.

Then, Chu Xun raised his hand, patted Jian Mang, and flung directly toward Yan Wushuang. He squeezed his fist prints and even punched two punches, which made him unable to send out Jian Mang.

boom!

The fist hit Yan Wushuang's belly without fancy.

"Well ..." Yan Wushuang's intestines were knotted, and the painful saliva could not be closed.

boom!

Qingfeng Sanchi was shaken off his hand.

Next, Yan Wushuang was miserable, and his body suffocation could not stop Chu Xun's fist, and he was screamed and squealed.

"Chu Devil, I've fight with you." Yan Wushuang ruthlessly, his whole body turbulent.

As a result, Chu Xun shot into the body with a palm and almost strangled him.

Boom ...!

Yan Wushuang screamed while covering his face.

"Chu Demon, don't fight, I confess."

Boom ...!

"Chu Demon, we reconciled, I confessed, why are you so indifferent, eh ..."

Yan Wushuang screamed, he was beaten on the ground and beaten, his nose and face swollen, and he had no resistance.

"Girl, get out of here, help!"

The woman with purple hair stood by and watched a good show without any intention to help.

"Dare to scream with me, little swallow, your way of doing is a little bit worse." Chu Xun waved his fist, and Yan Wushuang cried his father.

The boy heard that he had got two bamboo flames, but he wanted to join Zifa woman to pit himself, and he wanted to pick peaches halfway.

"Don't fight, I admit defeat, Chu God." Yan Wushuang begged for mercy.

"Do you want to walk for the sky? Bang ..."

"Dare you call me Chu Devil? Bang ..."

"Want to suppress me, bang ..."

Chu Xun's fist was not hurting, but it hurt his heart.

"Chu Shen, I dare not, I dare not, you are a great hero and a gentleman."

Yan Wushuang tasted the bitter fruit.

In the end, when Chu Xun closed his hands, Yan Wushuang was crying with a look of pain.

"Girl, don't take you so ridiculous." Yan Wushuang covered his face.

"I promised to alliance with you, but unfortunately I am not his opponent." Zifa woman said seriously.

"..." Yan Wushuang wanted to cry without tears.

"Little swallow, remove your hand, let me see." Chu Xun smirked.

Yan Wushuang had no choice but to live and die. His nose and face were swollen, and his head became a dog's head. My heart is aggrieved, daddy, how can you let me follow this fierce demon?

Chu Xun's facial muscles moved and returned to normal appearance.

Yan Wushuang was even more aggrieved, looking at Chu Xunjun's ridiculousness, and seeing that he had become a dog's head, he was so anxious to scold his mother.

"Let's go!" Chu Xun said.

The three continued on the road. The Yan family has a great career and rich heritage, and there are more medicines for treating trauma. On the way, after Yan Wushuang applied the medicine, when he got to the airport, he couldn't see much.

Before boarding the plane, Chu Xun wondered whether to go to Qianlong Mountain first or go directly to Beijing. When leaving Qianlongshan, he promised Tang Rou to take her out to practice, and Jiuyou was also in Qianlongshan.

After thinking for a while, Chu Xun decided to go to Beijing first, and the Zifa woman's impression on him changed a bit. If you see Tang Rou, you may be in trouble.

The spirit of Hua Qingwu is on her. The most important thing in this trip is to let the spirit turn around.

Ten or more hours later, Chu Xun's three men stepped on the ground in Beijing, and then they went directly to Yanlong Palace.

Yan Chong, Thunderstorm and others have long been waiting.

"Nothing happened after I left?" Chu Xun asked.

"No, everything is normal." Yan Chong suddenly became Chu Xun's great steward.

The thunderstorm came together and said, "Fujian, I heard that you and the master of Yuegong have broken the soul-breaking gate together. It's really pleasant."

Chu Xun's face froze. He was very upset at the thought of this. He calculated it, and finally, Li Feiyang and others were fake.

Chu Xun introduced Zifa Woman and Yan Wushuang to make everyone familiar with each other.

"President, have you eaten? I'll make it ready for you," Yan Chong said.

Chu Xun refused, he was worried about the flower light dance, simply explained, left Yan Wushuang, took the purple-haired woman away, and went to Longji Mountain.

The woman with purple hair was shocked to see the Queen of Austria. There is still such a strong existence on this planet, and it is the Zulong family.

"I've met seniors." She became very polite and surprised Chu Xun.

Ao Huang looked at the purple-haired woman and laughed: "This is becoming more and more lively on the earth. I thought there was only Chu Xun, a boy who is a fairy, and now there is another."

"Meet you for the first time and give you a gadget."

Chu Xun's eyes were straight. It was a small golden bell, top grade fairy, top grade ... ah ...

"Thank you seniors." The woman with purple hair took it, shaking it gently, and a jingling clanging, saw the horrible golden ripples spread, blasting a mountain peak.

Fortunately, it is Aohuang Zifu, and the blasted mountain peaks are automatically restored.

Chu Xun swallowed, then reached out to Ao Huang.

Ao Huang smiled small, then turned over and took out a thing and put it in the palm of Chu Xun.

The smile on Chu Xun's face was solidified, and he smashed the wine glass with Ao Huang directly, which actually gave him a glass of wine.

"Are there any bells like that, come here." Chu Xun's eyes fluttered.

"You are Chinese cabbage, how many are you? No one at all." Ao Huang secretly sought greed.

"Lao Ao, we have known each other for more than ten years. Why haven't I ever given me a greeting?" Chu Xun was dissatisfied.

Lao Ao?

Ao Huang's eyes became dangerous, then Chu Xun was miserable, he was suppressed by one hand, and then his nose and face became swollen, even worse than that of Wu Yanyan.

"Wait, wait until I reach the Yuan Infant's Period, and your mother who keeps you will not recognize you." Chu Xunfu said.

"Don't fight, I have something to ask you." Chu Xun covered his face, this old guy must be jealous of his handsome appearance.

Ao Huang finally punched him with two punches before closing, "boy, remember to respect the elderly in the future."

Chu Xun was angry but helpless, and now he is too weak compared to Ao Huang. Even if suppressed by the sky chain, he is still an old boy in the Yuan Dynasty. Packing him like a play, sneezing can kill him.

"Why is the spirit of Xiaowu on her? And there is a picture of me and Jinghong in the tears of Acacia of Xiaowu." Chu Xundao said.

Ao Huang's face also became serious, looked at the purple-haired woman, her eyes flashed a strange color.

"Reset Xiao Wu's spirit first."

In front of the ice coffin, the purple-haired woman saw Hua Qingwu, but her face changed suddenly. In fact, she was trembling.

"What happened to you?" Chu Xun was startled.

The woman with purple hair turned a deaf ear, but her eyes were filled with tears, and she slid down her cheek. She was holding her chest tightly, and she was short of breath.

"Are you all right?" Chu Xun was worried.

Ao Huang's eyes flickered, and a wave of light separated the purple-haired woman from the light dance.

The purple-haired woman was stunned, sat down paralyzed, covered her chest, and weeping.

Chu Xun's face was amazed. What the **** was going on? He looked at Ao Huang.

"Let's talk again." Ao Huang said, stretched out a hand, tears of acacia hanging from the purple-haired woman's earrings.

"Wait." Chu Xun took out the soul-cultivating lotus.

Ao Huang was surprised, and said, "If you have a soul-cultivating lotus, you can do more with less."

The soul-cultivating lotus fell in the hands of Ao Huang, and a burning flame rose from the palm of his hand. This is the root fire of the Yuan infant period. It is very powerful and can burn all things. Times.

Ao Huang deserves to be an old boy in the Yuan infant period. The soul-cultivating lotus is turned to ashes. The essence is quenched by him. A drop of golden liquid is brilliant.

Ao Huang knot seal, the drop of bright golden liquid submerged into the ice coffin, and finally drilled in from the brow of Hua Qingwu.

For a moment, Hua Qingwu radiated golden light all over her, blocking her with a layer of golden dress, bright and gorgeous, so that the light dance in the coma seemed like a fairy. It took a long time for the golden color to fully converge.

Next, Ao Huang turned Hua Qingwu's spirit back in secret. The acacia tears are crystal clear, and if you look closely, one scene is flashing.

Ao Huang drank softly, and gave a pointer to Acacia in tears.

Huh!

Acacia tears become more and more pure, flashing the light of this glass, it is crystal clear, but it has thousands of brilliance.

As they approached, the acacia tears began to become illusive, like a mist of mist, lingering in the air, and finally shaped the human body. The facial features also began to become clear, just like the flowers dancing in an ice coffin.

"Little dance." Knowing that this is just the spirit of dancing lightly, Chu Xun still couldn't control his feelings. His eyes turned red instantly, his fists clenched, his nails pierced his palms, and blood flowed down his fingers.

The spirit of Hua Qingwu is illusory like a fairy mist, and it can be dispelled by exhaling breath.

I don't know if it is an illusion, or if he misses it too deeply, Chu Xun sees Hua Qingwu in the illusion and smiles at him.

"Xiao Wu." Chu Xun's eyes teared, and he reached out his hands subconsciously, trying to catch the fairy mist.

Huh!

Ao Huang raised his hand and blasted him directly.

"Do you think she will never wake up?"

Hua Qingwu's spirit is very fragile. Chu Xun's grasp may dispel the spirit and never be able to condense again.

Chu Xun bowed his head, a low growl in his throat, like an injured beast.

The illusive flower light dance ignores the ice coffin, falls gently, and then attaches to the real flower light dance, and the next step is fusion.

You can let Ao Huang cast spells and urge him. The illusory spirit is always reluctant to enter into the body of Hua Qingwu and merge with it.

Ao Huang had no choice but to stay in this form for too long. He can only cast spells and wants to force the spirit back into place, but it is always difficult to succeed.