Chapter 493 Kill Her

Lu Chaochao was so angry that she was incoherent.

"Son? What a son!"

"Where's my sword? Where's my sword? I'll kill him!" Lu Chaochao was so anxious that she turned around and around, and Qingyang was stunned.

"Chaoyang Sword Master has adopted a godson, why are you so angry?"

Lu Chaochao...

The little girl pursed her lips tightly, and her teeth were itching with hatred.

I'm still a virgin girl! ! Who has a son! !

Who will make the decision for me! !

Sometimes, I feel really helpless!

Damn Mingkong, you ruined my reputation!

"He became the head of the sect just by relying on the title of Chaoyang Sword Master's godson? Good, good, very good." She laughed in anger, and her smile was quite creepy.

"The old sect master has a high level of cultivation, and only got such a son in his later years. He was spoiled on weekdays, but his cultivation was not high at that time, so he could not convince others."

"Only the sacrificed Chaoyang Sword Master can shock everyone."

"As for whether he is the Sword Master's godson, no one can verify it."

Lu Chaochao had a tight face, and many peach blossoms fell on her head and shoulders.

While Qingyang Daojun was still reminiscing about the past, Lu Chaochao squatted under the peach tree with her butt sticking out, digging something.

After a while, a pile of mud piled up under her feet.

Suddenly...

Qingyang Daojun sat up straight.

"I smell a strong smell of Hundred Fruit Wine." Hundred Fruit Wine is brewed from hundreds of spiritual fruits in the spiritual world. And the aroma of this wine is strong and overbearing, as if it has been stored in a cellar for thousands of years.

Lu Chaochao dug out a few small jars from the mud.

"Do you want to drink?" She smiled, this was the fruit wine she treasured back then.

Daoist Master Qingyang's eyes widened.

"How do you know there is fruit wine buried under the tree?"

But Lu Chaochao was too lazy to answer him, and directly opened the red cloth that sealed the jar, and the domineering and mellow smell of wine spread.

Daoist Master Qingyang swallowed hard.

Lu Chaochao handed over a jar: "Try it quickly, the color has turned golden, it is already a top-quality wine."

Daoist Master Qingyang took it tremblingly and poured a glass carefully.

The color was golden, comparable to the jade liquid in the God Realm.

He took a sip, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Good wine!!"

He drank several sips, and then sighed: "Are you the reincarnation of a treasure-hunting rat? I have been paying homage here for a thousand years, and I didn't expect that there was precious wine under the peach tree."

Lu Chaochao only took a sip, and her face flushed, and her whole face was hot and red.

She fell to the ground holding the wine jar, and spoke with a lisp: "Well... Of course... What don't I know?"

"Cheers, hehe, cheers..." She staggered to her feet and drank one cup after another with Qingyang Daojun.

"It's boring to drink like this... You, you, wait for me for a while." Lu Chaochao staggered out the door.

The thousand-year-old wine was already intoxicating, and Qingyang Daojun was already a little dazed.

When he opened the second pot of wine, Lu Chaochao had already come back with a leg of meat.

The leg of meat was so big that he squinted his eyes, but he felt dizzy and couldn't see clearly what kind of spirit beast meat it was.

After a while, a fire was lit in the yard.

Lu Chaochao skillfully sprinkled the ingredients and brushed the oil.

The two of them ate meat and drank wine.

Qingyang Daojun was completely drunk and even danced with a sword under the moon. The old man with white hair and white eyebrows was quite ethereal. Lu Chaochao hiccuped and clapped his hands.

"Good, good, good dance."

After saying that, she threw the bone away and wiped her hands on her skirt.

Then she took out the Chaoyang Sword.

The dwarf girl always felt that her height limited her performance. After thinking about it, she took out the mask given by the national teacher last time.

After putting on the mask, her stature instantly increased.

The little girl who was originally wearing a blue skirt instantly turned into a graceful girl.

The girl was as graceful as a startled swan and as graceful as a swimming dragon, dancing with a sword under the moon.

Crack...

The sword in the hands of Qingyang Daojun fell to the ground powerlessly. He stared blankly at the figure of the girl under the moonlight.

"Sword...Zun!" He rubbed his eyes and whispered.

"Tonight, I was too drunk. I actually saw Jian Zun dancing with me in person...Okay, let me be unbridled in my dream." He grabbed the sword and actually started to spar with Jian Zun.

Laughed from time to time and drank from time to time.

It was not until late at night that Daoist Master Qingyang fell asleep on the recliner with a wine pot in his arms.

There was a smile on his face. Today, he dreamed of faith.

Lu Chaochao burped, holding the wine pot in one hand and the sword in the other, and walked out of Wuwang Mountain. She walked unsteadily and staggered a little.

She entered Mingkong Cave Mansion without disturbing anyone.

"Let me see... what are you trading with the gods?" She entered the cave quietly.

The spiritual energy in Mingkong Cave Mansion is not weaker than that in Wuwang Mountain.

The cave is extremely luxurious, and it can be seen that Mingkong is greedy for enjoyment.

It is completely opposite to the hardship of sword cultivators.

"Unfilial son! You evil creature, dare to pretend to be my son!" She muttered as she walked.

In the cave, a trace of the breath of God can be faintly felt.

She disappeared.

The drunken Lu Chaochao's pupils shrank suddenly. There are actually many elves hiding in Mingkong Cave!

What on earth is he doing!

Faintly, Mingkong's voice can be heard: "Immortal Venerable, this is the last batch of elves. Take a look, is this what you are looking for?"

Lu Chaochao can feel a divine aura, exploring all the elves.

"It's not the person I'm looking for." The voice seemed to come from the upper realm, and it didn't sound real.

"There must be an elf that was missed." The voice of the god was very sure.

Mingkong frowned and said: "The Elf Island has been wiped out. This is the last batch of elves. This batch is superior in terms of qualifications and appearance."

"Could it be her?" Mingkong's eyes flashed with surprise.

"A few days ago, when the elves were auctioning at the Treasure Pavilion, a black elf appeared."

"She seems to be different from ordinary elves. She is extremely powerful. She destroyed the Treasure Pavilion alone. Take away all the elves!"

"Is she the one you are looking for?"

The breath of the god changed instantly.

"Black elf? Strong in force?! Yes, it is her! Catch her and destroy her at all costs!" The voice of the god was full of hostility. Where is the usual compassion for the world? It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a demon.

Mingkong also learned about this from Xuan Cang who escaped back.

"Xianzun, why do you have to kill the elves? Could it be that the elves have committed some heinous crimes?" Mingkong has been curious for a long time, and finally asked this question.

Mingkong felt a strong pressure, and his hand hanging by his side trembled slightly.

The god was looking at him.

"Immortal Venerable, is there anything else you can't tell me?"

"You said you want the elves, so I will capture all of the Elf Island and bring them to you as a sacrifice."

"You said that the Supreme God Chongyue is causing trouble, so I will use the friendship of the Sword Sect to summon him to the lower world. Set a net for him..."

"Even..."

"God-killer."

"Mingkong has risked everything to follow you. There is no turning back for Mingkong."

"Do you still not trust me?"

The other party seemed to be considering for a long time: "Venerable Tianxing calculated that that person has the blood of the elves."

"We must kill her before she grows up! Otherwise..."

"She will overthrow the entire God Realm!" (End of this chapter)