The host, she is becoming beautiful every day

Chapter 1744 The Humble Furnace of the Noble Immortal Monarch (92)

Ling Ruoxu never expected that he would fall into such a situation, where he was a knife and I was a fish.

Almost instantly, he thought of the lofty fairy in white.

There are indeed not many people in the world who covet his beauty.

But unfortunately, Su Qinghuan was an exception.

……

At such a time, Ling Ruoxu could still think about Su Qinghuan.

Seeing that dirty and cracked hand stretched out towards him, Ling Ruoxu felt a nauseating urge, he couldn't stand it anymore, the young man suddenly yelled.

"what--!!"

Ling Ruoxu frightened Long Meier and the old and ugly Zuo Hufa for a moment, thinking that the young man would bite his tongue and kill himself if he couldn't take it anymore.

However, at the next moment, Ling Ruoxu, who had been drugged and was a little helpless, suddenly rose into the air.

He put on a plain white Taoist robe out of thin air, and no one knew how that Taoist robe appeared on him.

The man in white clothes and jade crown, the previous panic expression is no longer there, replaced by a high and ruthless face.

He lowered his eyebrows, utterly chilling.

"Just because of you ants, do you want to humiliate me?"

A cold voice like pieces of Kunshan jade resounded through the hot spring. If the original Ling Ruoxu looked a little weak, but now he is full of the contempt and arrogance of a superior.

"Don't you know magic?"

Long Meier and Zuo Hufa never thought that one day they would really kick the iron board.

Long Meier stared blankly at the man in mid-air who was as cold as a lonely moon on a high mountain, and suddenly felt that she couldn't even summon the magic weapon of her own destiny. How many floors are higher!
……

Seeing Long Meier's naked skirt and bright red marks on her shoulders, Ling Ruoxu felt nauseated for a while, and he summoned the natal spirit sword mercilessly, piercing the pink skull in front of him with one sword .

The charming beauty who was originally a beautiful woman, now really turned into a dry bone, Long Meier lay on the ground, dying with regret.

The sweat-stained cloak hangs lightly on the white jade bricks, and half of it is soaked in the water, as if it wants to lure people into a glamorous dream.

It's a pity that the beauty in this dream has turned into a ghost.

……

And the Zuo protector saw that his suzerain couldn't even escape Ling Ruoxu's half-movements, he was so frightened that he was sweating coldly, and knelt down directly.

"Excellent, spare your life! Expert, spare your life!"

Ling Ruoxu condescendingly glanced at the ugly face of Guardian Zuo, completely unable to imagine how unbearable thoughts a man like him had just had for him.

And that Long Meier whose heart has already been pierced by his sword, that kind of woman who has dozens of men serving her, how can she deserve to miss him?

Ling Ruoxuan felt cold in his heart, and made another sword strike without hesitation.

Zuo Hufa's eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he fell unwillingly. In front of a real strong man, he couldn't even blew himself up.

……

Ling Ruoxu felt disgusted when he saw these two people and Tianmingzong. He not only killed the lord of Tianmingzong and the elders of Tianmingzong, but also condensed a mighty real fire in his palm, intending to destroy this filthy place. Mozong, burn it clean with one fire.

There was wailing all around.

Ling Ruoxu didn't care.

He knew it was an illusion.

But after doing all this, he still failed to escape from this place.

Everything that is real in front of me seems to be no longer real.

After a fire, everywhere was scorched and ruined.

Immortal Ruoxu, who was cold all over his body, stood in it, but his heart was cold.

This is nothing but an illusion.

Whether it was Long Meier of Tianmingzong, Zuo Hufa, Qin Yifan who was greedy for sex and was killed by him, or those Fangheping disciples of Xuanqingzong who had no good intentions for him.

These are fake.

However, after killing and burning, there were embers all over the ground, and he didn't get out of the illusion.

……

Ling Ruoxu stood in midair in confusion, he knew that since he couldn't break through this barrier, he should go to that woman.

Su Qinghuan.

In this illusion, the white-clothed fairy who had fooled him for two lifetimes.

But Ling Ruoxu was unwilling.

Feelings of resistance are natural.

Ling Ruoxu had never been so humiliated in this life, but in the first life, he had a deep-rooted love for Su Qinghuan like a stunned young man, and he just waited for her to die.

What's going on with this second world?

The night of the full moon that just passed seems to be still vivid in my mind.

He begged her to have mercy on him.

Ling Ruoxu couldn't imagine that one day he would recommend himself as a pillow mat to others.

It is tolerable and unbearable.

……

Just thinking about that night, he was still rejected, Ling Ruoxu had an unbearable feeling in his heart, he couldn't break through this illusion, so he slashed towards the nearby mountain with his sword.

"How so! How could it be!"

The more Ling Ruoxu didn't want to think about it, the more vividly everything in the past flashed in his heart.

The woman in the first life smiled like a flower, but left without mercy.

The woman of the second world looked coldly sideways and looked down at him with a half-smile, which made him lose face as a cultivator.

……

Ling Ruo was humble and impetuous, and slashed down with his sword again.

After a short while, he appeared in Xuanqingzong in the illusion.

Everything here is so real, and it is no different from the real Xuanqingzong, but now the person who is the ruthless fairy king of Canglan Peak is Su Qinghuan.

"Let Su Qinghuan come out to see me!"

The man dropped the words.

And Xuanqingzong's mountain gate was almost shattered by the sound of his infusion of spiritual power.

Many disciples of Xuanqingzong raised their swords one after another to see who was coming to kick the hall.

Who knows, seeing Ling Ruoxu's face, even though his sleeves were fluttering in the air, those disciples of Xuan Qingzong still couldn't hide their surprised whispers.

"Oh, who do you think it is? Isn't this the stove of Qing Huan Xianzun?"

"When will this cauldron be able to practice Taoism? It seems that the cultivation base is not low?"

"How is he worthy of calling Qing Huan Xianzun's name directly? Is he really not afraid of death?"

"It's just a furnace, how dare you make a fuss here?!"

……

The sound of the furnace cauldron was cast into Ling Ruoxu's inner demon.

Ling Ruoxu never thought that this feeling would be so uncomfortable when he was in a different position.

In the real world, he has never really been moved by anyone, even if it is the original owner, his real green plum, when he went to practice Taoism, he would abandon him without hesitation.

Now that Ling Ruoxu has tasted many flavors of life in this illusion, he realizes that his previous thoughts were indeed too superficial.

But why do these ants call themselves the furnace? !
Ling Ruoxu's hostility was faintly visible between his brows, and there were magic lines floating between his brows, which was a sign of falling into the devil.

Without realizing it, Ling Ruoxu subconsciously picked up the long sword, wanting to chop off all the disciples who laughed at him in this illusion.

Unexpectedly, before Ling Ruoxu could make a move, a cold, teasing female voice suddenly appeared in midair.

"Ling Ruoxu, you're back? Maybe I should call you Immortal Ruoxu?"

(End of this chapter)