Entertainment of Spring and Autumn

Chapter 760: The demolished ancestral hall

Chang Bumei didn't have time to think. He knew that Meng Huanzhen was definitely not dead. His thoughts suddenly turned and he was behind Ji Hao in an instant: "Death!"

Ji Hao was seriously injured when he fell and was suddenly attacked by a sneak attack. He was not as lucky as Meng Huanzhen. Who helped save his life, but he only had time to miss a few vital points and received a solid blow on his back.

But first Meng Huanzhen and then Ji Hao, there was a brief time difference, Ji Hao was not as caught off guard as Meng Huanzhen, and he was able to forcefully move. Ji Hao is worthy of being one of the strongest people in the world today. When he took a hit, his elbow also hit Chang Bumei's chest.

Chang Bumei's chest collapsed, and he was bleeding all the way away, with a strange laugh: "When you die, the country will be in chaos, hahahaha..."

Ji Hao spat out a mouthful of blood and half-knelt on the ground, feeling extremely regretful. He understood what Chang Bumei meant. He didn't want anyone to completely unify the country. If Meng Huanzhen had the upper hand, he would sneak attack Meng Huanzhen. If Ji Hao had the upper hand, he would sneak attack Ji Hao. In short, Jiuding would be separated. , no one can gather. In other words, there must be a hidden conspiracy when he encouraged him to turn the Heavenly Dao into a cauldron.

But it was too late to wake up at this time. He was not going to die soon. The most he could do was suppress his injuries and suppress the compromise of other Taoists. Unification by force would no longer be possible.

And what about Meng Huanzhen? Where has she gone?

No matter how hard Ji Hao sensed it, he couldn't sense any sign of Meng Huanzhen's presence.

No bones left?

It shouldn't be...

A "boom" sound disrupted Ji Hao's thoughts. That was the sound of the Qiankun Cauldron landing.

From the moment the two of them were thrown away, until Meng Huanzhen disappeared, Ji Hao was injured, and Chang Bumei left, all of this happened between lightning and flint. Until this moment, the falling Qiankun Cauldron had just hit the ground and smashed out Several miles deep pit.

Groundwater gushes out and quickly forms a pool.

The spiritual energy of the Qiankun Cauldron is densely packed in it, slowly overflowing, as misty as a dream.

Ji Hao summoned his Qiankun Emperor Sword with difficulty, and Zhu Jian stood up. In the pool of water, the Qiankun Cauldron slowly floated up.

Ji Hao stretched out his hand to beckon over and gently caressed the tripod: "Let's go, man, you are mine. It's a pity that the price..."

He paused, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

At this time, a young man and woman rushed over from the other side and saw Xing Po Yun Miao on the edge of the pool at a glance. The young man tremblingly picked up the divine sword and looked at Ji Hao angrily.

Ji Hao suddenly turned his head. The dazzling divine light frightened the young men and women so much that they did not dare to move anymore. They gritted their teeth and turned around to run away. Ji Hao raised his palm as if to attack, but felt a sharp pain in his chest, and could only watch the boy slip away.

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The ancestor’s ancestral hall thousands of years later.

The tiger's mouth snatched food from the cracks in the space. The repulsive force of the backlash made it impossible for everyone to maintain the operation of their skills. They were shaken away. Everyone flew away and hit the wall of the ancestral temple. The ancestral temple that had been reinforced by Wei Ye's formation could not withstand the impact, and the ancestral temple collapsed with a "crash".

It also seems to symbolize that this Holy Land of Stars and Moon, an independent ancestral hall that is only used to worship the portraits of the ancestors, seems to have no meaning of existence.

Xue Qingqiu and Chang Bumu held each other's hands, and everyone was shocked and fell out of time and space. At the last moment, Xue Mu grabbed Meng Huanzhen's wrist and pulled him out.

In the eyes of people thousands of years ago, she was dead, right... with no bones left?

This did not affect any cause and effect, but successfully saved her...

No, maybe it still affects cause and effect, such as that fragment? This cause and effect is huge...

Or could it be that the original Meng Huanzhen did not die in the first place, but died a thousand years later? Is this the real historical fact?

Yuan Zhong's reverse causation technique seems to be working. What kind of reverse causation is this? It’s obvious that we can’t figure out what is cause and what is effect…

Anyway, Xue Mu no longer has time to think about these logics, and there seems to be no need to think about it again.

The nephrite under her body was warm and fragrant. As her chest rose and fell, she could feel her soft warmth. Her gentle breath was tickling her cheeks. It was very fragrant.

It's no longer a dream, it's a real person.

Xue Mu raised his head hard and shook off the beams and roof tiles where his head was buried.

Meng Huazhen was lying underneath him, looking at him with his eyes open, with unbelievable confusion and unspeakable surprise in his eyes.

"Am I...am I dreaming?"

"No, it's true."

"Where is this?" Meng Huanzhen had no intention of getting up. This fragment of ruins looked like a fairyland in her eyes.

Before Xue Mu could answer, there was an old voice beside him saying: "Xue Mu, you have tricked me to death. This cause and effect... you actually put a thousand years... oh, how can I put this..."

Meng Huanzhen turned around and glanced: "Who is this monk with such a weak causal aura? I know a monk named Yin who is very good in this area. I asked him to teach you? He was also seriously injured before. I don't know what he is doing." If you don’t grab the Cauldron of Cause and Effect, there’s nothing you can do if you die…”

Yuan Zhong burst into tears, I'm so sorry for being weak... Oh no, Yin survived for a few years after grabbing the tripod, thank you for your concern... Oh no, it's really amazing that you met Yin, and you can sign it Well... The old monk was full of things to say and didn’t know where to start. For the first time in his life, he wanted to curse and curse.

Xue Mu chuckled, and Meng Huanzhen blinked in confusion.

Then I saw three beautiful faces appearing in front of me. One is graceful, one is innocent, and the other is coquettish. The three faces were full of curiosity, as if they were looking at some rare treasure.

Meng Huanzhen slowly widened his eyes. The beauty of these women was secondary, but the aura of two of them...the technique...

Then the pure woman with a dark night aura squatted down and poked Meng Huanzhen on the face: "When I was a child, I almost got beaten to death by my master when I poked the portrait... This is the living ancestor, haha..."

Xue Qingqiu slapped Weiye on the back of the head.

Weiye immediately transformed into a child and began to roll: "I'm still young..."

Meng Huanzhen was confused, and sweat appeared on Xue Mu's forehead.

Xue Qingqiu suppressed a smile and said: "Xue Qingqiu and Qin Yuye, the fifty-generation descendants of the Xingyue Sect, paid homage to the ancestor... I privately suggested that the ancestor should change his posture to meet his descendants. This appearance is not too elegant."

Meng Huanzhen is still lying down, with Xue Mu still pressed on him...

She looked confused.

Qin Wuye almost burst into laughter. She thought this was too funny. She had participated in this matter so actively before, at least 80% of the time because she wanted to see this scene. Now that it really happened, it was so interesting.

Xue Qingqiu was also laughing, Wei Ye was rolling, Yuan Zhong was squatting in the corner muttering, and countless Xingyue disciples were surrounding him, all extremely nervous: "Sect master? Who demolished the ancestral hall?"

Xue Qingqiu said in a cool tone: "Your ancestors have been pushed down, let alone an ancestral hall."

Among the chicken feathers on the ground, Xue Mu picked up the dazed Meng Huanzhen with sweat on his head, and ran away without a trace with a sizzle.