Chapter 225 (1/2)

Oh!

Outside lanruo temple, the wind in the forest suddenly increased, making a cry like a ghost.

A black cloud fluttered, which happened to cover the scattered moonlight.

There was darkness all around, except for the faint glow of fire in the temple.

Whoosh!

A stout vine quickly passed through the forest, through the broken wooden door, and rushed to the guard monk with a big beard.

Clang!

The long sword on the back of the bearded Taoist came out of its sheath and stopped the vine lightning strike.

”Jie Jie... Yanchixia, our well water doesn't offend the river. If you dare to stop me again, don't blame grandma for being rude!”

A voice like the crow's neighing rings around the temple, which makes people feel bored and nauseous.

The bearded Taoist, with a long sword in his hand, said in a deep voice, ”tree demon! As long as you let go of Nie Xiaoqian, I'll let go of the past

The scholar on one side, with courage, shouted outside the temple, ”little Qian is innocent! You can't hurt her! ”

There was a moment of silence outside the temple, and the voice of the crow began to ring again.

”Jie Jie... Nie Xiaoqian is the bride appointed by the ghost king of Heishan! She can't go! ”

Big Hu Ziyan and red Xia frown. The Black Mountain Ghost king is the overlord of the underworld. Can he easily change the things he designates?

However, looking at the stubborn appearance of the scholar, Yan Chixia's heart inevitably raised helpless meaning.

”Tree demon! I didn't want to go through this muddy water, but I have no choice but to insist on it! ”

”Hum! So you must stop me! ”

Said the tree demon grandmother.

Yanchixia did not speak, but clenched the hilt, eyes firm.

”Jie Jie... In this case, you all don't leave!”

When the tree demon grandma finished speaking, dozens of voices broke through the air around the temple.

Boom!

The temple in disrepair was torn to pieces by dozens of vines.

Nie Xiaoqian's face changed and exclaimed, ”no! Grandma is really moving! Let's go, or we won't be able to go! ”

Knowing that the matter was urgent, Yan Chixia drew out her sword to resist the coming vines and shouted to the scholar, ”Ning caichen, hurry to take Miss Nie with you!”

Ning caichen looked flustered and his forehead was sweating.