V2.Chapter 422

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the Holy Maiden quietly left Sikong's house and came to a luxurious mansion in the south of the city.

In the house, Sikong Yun was drinking and having fun with the newly bought maid, when the door was kicked open suddenly, and the two were stunned for a while.

The handmaiden sat in Sikong Yun's arms and glanced at the icy-looking saintess. She didn't recognize that she was a saint. She thought she was a new handmaiden. Huh? Barging in recklessly, you won't knock on the door... ah-"

The last interjection became her last scream in the world.

The saint pulled out the dagger stuck in her heart, and the blood on the dagger dripped on the ground. After Sikong Yun was so frightened that he pushed the maid away, the blood dripped again on the maid's face.

Sikong Yun looked at the scene in front of him, his face turned pale with fright: "You... Lan Ji, you are crazy!"

This is a top-level dagger, and all the bloodstains dripped down in a short while, the saint put the clean dagger back into the scabbard, and said coldly: "The crazy person is not me, it's you, when is this, you Still in the mood to have fun with people?"

Sikong Yun cleared his throat: "No... why don't you just have two glasses of wine?"

The saint said coldly: "Are you really in no hurry about someone occupying your identity?"

Sikong Yun snorted: "What's the urgency? Didn't you say it? Your Lan family's disguise technique failed in ten days and a half! And you can't use it again in a short period of time! That is to say, wait. After these days, whoever is real and who is fake will find out!"

The Holy Maiden could not agree with Sikongyun's concept, mainly because Sikongyun and Yan Jiuchao didn't have too many festivals. Even if Yan Jiuchao figured it out, it was not a life-and-death feud. The Saintess were different. Thanks to Yan Jiuchao's gift, her innocence was not only destroyed in the hands of a waste like Sikongyun, but her self-esteem and self-confidence were also trampled on the soles of her feet.

There is also Yu Wan, she is pregnant with the Holy King, which will directly threaten her status in the Underworld, so she must get rid of her no matter what!

The Holy Maiden put Sikongyun's dagger on the table.

Sikong Yun glanced at his own dagger. He had gone to many such magical weapons, and he didn't care that the Holy Maiden took one.

The Holy Maiden sat down on the chair beside Sikong Yun. Seeing Sikong Yun's stinky face, she raised her hand to hold the jug and poured him a glass of wine: "Do you have a master left by your grandfather in your hand?"

Seeing her pouring wine for himself, Sikong Yun's face softened a little. In fact, how could a mere maid be more important than his new wife? If I die, I will die. I am angry because this woman is too fierce and doesn't take him seriously.

Sikong Yun took a sip of wine and said lightly, "Yes, yes, what are you doing?"

"Lend it to me," said the saint.

"No." Sikong Yun refused without thinking.

"Why?" the saint asked.

Sikong Yun snorted: "That's what my grandfather gave me to save my life, even my father doesn't know, if my father finds out that I have such a powerful master hidden in secret, he will definitely suspect that I have ulterior motives! Doubt me. It's small. If I suspect my grandfather, it will be big. My grandfather sent me such a powerful expert. What do you think my father will think about it? Does my father dare to pass on the position of the head of the family to me? ?"

The saint said calmly: "Then you are not afraid that your family will pass on the position of the head of the family to your elder brother in the few days you are away?"

Sikong Yun snorted and drank the wine in his glass: "How is that possible? My father loves me the most!"

The Holy Maiden filled him up again: "If you don't want it, why don't you just give it up?"

"How could I not..." Sikong Yun suddenly realized something in the middle of his words, and said with rounded eyes, "You mean... Yan Jiuchao pressed my face, deliberately With my elder brother Rang Xian?"

The saint said flutteringly: "Yes, otherwise why do you think he entered Sikong's house? He pretended to be you, and his sin is unforgivable. If you are the head of Sikong's house, what should you do if you go back and clean him up? Let your eldest brother Being the head of the house is different, your eldest brother will protect him and use the power of the entire Sikong family."

Sikong Yun stood up abruptly: "This shameless one!"

Yan Jiuchao wouldn't interfere with Sikongyun's internal affairs. Everything was just a malicious fabrication of the Holy Maiden, but it seemed enough to fool Sikongyun.

The saintess persuaded: "You and I are on the same boat, one is prosperous, one is lost, and your worries are also mine, don't worry, I won't let the master show up at Sikong's house, I will lead him come out."

Sikong Yun hesitated.

The saint looked at him and said, "What are you still hesitating about? If you don't take the opportunity to kill Yan Jiuchao, will it be possible to wait for him to give up the position of the head of the family to your elder brother?"

Sikong Yun frowned: "That Yan Jiuchao looks very powerful...it's fine if he kills him, what if he doesn't kill him, let him go to my father and file a complaint. ?"

The saint smiled coldly: "You don't have to worry about this. These days, he is so weak that he can't even beat a child. It's the best time to take his life!"

......

In the east courtyard of the city, the little black eggs are holding the small baby bottle. You and I are feeding the baby brother in the swaddle. Awei is cooking a pot of goat milk. Qingyan and Yuehoo are performing martial arts in the courtyard. Old Cuitou went to Lan's house to treat her with acupuncture and moxibustion. As for Ma'am, he was studying the classics that Ying Shisan brought from Sikong's mansion.

He discovered a mysterious secret, the ancestors of the Sikong family came from the Wu clan.

In this way, it is not difficult to explain why the Holy Maiden and the Sikong Clan have no descendants.

It is rumored that the saints and witches were once cursed, and the blood between them could not be merged, but it seems that this curse has finally been broken.

Mamma is not concerned about this, but the inheritance of the witch tribe. According to the records in the classics, the inheritance of the witch tribe does not depend on blood. To become a wizard, you must practice the martial arts and sorcery of the witch tribe, but these things Can't find it anymore.

"Isn't grandma also witchcraft?" Ying Shisan asked.

Mamma shook her head: "I'm just skins, not even the entry level. The witchcraft's sorcery is so powerful that even I can't imagine it."

"Then... what about the exercises?" Ying Shisan asked again.

Grandma said: "The ancestors of the Sikong family have handed down a lot of exercises, but which one is orthodox, I don't know yet. The inheritance of the Wu clan largely depends on chance."

Shadow Thirteen said: "Then I'll go and get more books tomorrow."

Grandma was about to nod her head when suddenly there was a fierce murderous aura from all around!

Grandma's eyes sank.

Shadow Thirteen pushed him away!

call out! call out! call out!

A row of arrows broke through the window, passed through the place where the two of them were standing with murderous intent, and nailed them to the wall with the map hanging. So fast, if they didn't dodge in time, they would be pierced by these arrows!

The same thing happened in the yard and in the little black egg's house.

Awei flew up and kicked away the arrows shot in the face.

The overwhelming pressure, like a big mountain, rumbled down on everyone, the ground was fractured, and their feet fell into the cracks.

A shadow flew towards Awei and the black eggs.

Xiaobao and Erbao screamed: "Oops—"

Just when the shadow was about to grab the three little black eggs, a black figure descended from the sky and slapped the opponent away with one palm.

Xiaobao shouted: "Daddy!"

Yan Jiuchao was suspended in the air, holding up a blade of light made of internal force in his palm, and slammed towards the shadow.

The swish of shadows is gone!

It seems to be integrated into the night, and it seems to disappear out of thin air.

Qingyan frowned: "This, this is..."

Grandma said solemnly, "The fifth-rank Shura King."

Qingyan's complexion changed greatly: "What? Fifth-order?"

They also came to Mingdu, and gradually they realized that the Shura King also has different realms. Earlier, the one in Lan Jiao's hands was the third-order Shura king, and his own Shura just broke through, not even the first-order. The killer turned out to be Tier 5? This is too scary!

Every time King Asura advances to the first rank, his strength will undergo earth-shaking changes. If he can reach the realm of the fifth rank, it is almost the top power of the Underworld.

"You go first!" Yan Jiuchao said.

Ying Shisan's heart fluttered a little. After spending so long with Yan Jiuchao, he naturally understood Yan Jiuchao's temperament. If he could beat him, he would never say that. Even the young master has no absolute confidence in dealing with the fifth-rank Shura king? ?

"What are you still doing!" Yan Jiuchao said coldly.

Ying Shisan and A Wei exchanged glances, and no longer hesitated at the moment, took a big basket and stuffed the three little black eggs and the baby in the swaddle.

Ying Shisan said, "Awei, I'll leave it to you."

Awei nodded, put the basket on his back, and used his light work to sink into the night.

Yuegou and Qingyan entered the house and carried Old Cuitou and Grandma Lan out, while Ying Shisan took Old Cuitou and Ziyan with him.

The fifth-order Asura King released a terrifying coercion, and Ying Shisan and the others had just walked a few steps before their legs were almost broken on the ground.

Yan Jiuchao flicked his sleeves and blocked the pressure of the fifth-rank Shura King.

Everyone hurriedly performed light work and left.

The fifth-rank Asura King smiled coldly, his face did not change, no one could see that he had not displayed half of his skills, but Yan Jiuchao had almost done his best, and he was almost unable to hold on.

Yan Jiuchao's skill was greatly reduced, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The fifth-order King Shura was like a lazy big cat, teasing a dying mouse. He was not in a hurry and pinched Yan Jiuchao to death, but casually added a bit of strength.

In the middle of the moon, Yan Jiuchao's power completely disappeared, and the pressure of the severe pain was like a big stone rolling over, and he fell from the air with a pain in his chest.

When Ying Shisanfu turned around, his face paled in horror: "Young Master!"

The fifth-order Asura King stretched out his sharp claws, turned his claws into fists in mid-air, and thumped Yan Jiuchao's chest fiercely!

When it was too late, Ying Shisan flashed over and tightly protected Yan Jiuchao with his body.

click -

The fist slammed on Ying Shisan's body, and his bones were like falling jade... shattered.

The fifth-order Asura King unceremoniously threw away the guy who was in the way, and smashed another fist at Yan Jiuchao.

"Roar--"

In the sky, there was a sudden shout of anger, and a powerful Shura King coercion blocked his fist like a barrier.

There was a trace of surprise in the eyes of the fifth-order Asura King. It was obviously the breath of the first-order Asura king, but it actually blocked the fifth-order Asura king's blow?

Qingyan said: "It's Shura! Shura is out!"

After Shura was injured, he found a hidden place to retreat. They searched for a lot of secrets suitable for Shura from Sikong's family, and successfully made their Shura break through to the first-order Shura king.

Qingyan quickly realized something, and frowned: "It's not good, he left the customs ahead of time!"

The fifth-order Asura King saw that this opponent was the realm of the first-order peak of the Asura King, and there was a faint trend of breaking through. That is to say, he forcibly suppressed himself at the breakthrough point, which was very dangerous.

He suppresses himself, which will result in the inability to fully display his strength.

But Rao is so, he actually also took a blow of nearly five successes of his own.

This Shura King is not yet ready, if it does, who can be his opponent?

The fifth-order Shura king immediately killed the milk Shura!

On this end, when the fifth-order Asura King started killing Yan Jiuchao and his party, the ancient tomb on the other side also ushered in its murderous intention.

Sikong Ye sat on the round altar in the center of the secret room, closed his eyes and meditated.

In order to let him practice with peace of mind, Yu Wan put Shi ** on.

The room was quiet, only the faint sound of his breathing could be heard.

With a bang, the stone door opened.

"Awan, is that you?" Sikong Ye slowly opened his eyes, thinking it was his younger sister, but what he saw was an older sister who was obviously slender.

He was stunned: "Yu'er? Why are you here?"

The saint smiled slightly: "I'll come and see the ancestor."

This title made Sikong Ye frown slightly.

The saint walked over slowly, raised her hand, and gently patted Sikong Ye's shoulder: "Ancestor, are you weak?"

She pressed Sikong Ye like this, and Sikong Ye couldn't resist.

She laughed: "It seems to be true, Old Ancestor, you have lost all your martial arts."

Sikong Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, and he instinctively sensed something was wrong: "You are not Yu'er!"

"Of course I'm not Yu'er. There is no Yu'er in the world. Unfortunately, you know it too late."

The saint sneered, grabbed his shoulders, and threw him to the ground!